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H-E-A-R-T of L-O-V-E

               Oh how I love you.
             Cherishing each moment,
            for you have opened             
           my heart with your
           everlasting and precious 
            love. Yet so tender;                  .uoy evol I woh hO
            You place God                   ,tnemom hcae gnihsirehC
             first in your life. And                 denepo evah uoy rof
              I love you more for that.              ruoy htiw traeh ym
                Hold on to the other           suoicerp dna gnitsalreve
                  half of my heart,                   ;rednet os teY .evol
                    for one day we                           doG ecalp uoY
                      Shall put them                 dnA .efil ruoy ni tsrif
                        Together                .taht rof erom uoy evol I   
                          As one                     rehto eht ot no dloH   
                            With                          ,traeh ym fo flah
                               God.                        ew yad eno rof
                                                            meht tup llahS
                                                                  rehtegoT
                                                                   eno sA
                                                                    htiW
                                                                 .doG 

Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT

05-20-2012

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Spring Bud

                                
                                 
                                  
                                 
                                
                                 My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
                                   s
                                  p
                                r
                               i
                              n
                            g






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- We Light Our Candles -

    
      


                        )(          )(           )(        )(
                        @          @          @        @

                         X          X           X        X
                         X          X           X        X
                         X          X           X        X
                         X          X           X        X
                         X          X           X        X
                         X          X           X        X
                         X          X           X        X
                       XXHOPEXXXXHOPEXXXHOPEXX
                         XXXXLOVEXXXXXXLOVEXXX
                           XXXJOYXXXXXXXJOYXXX
                              XXXPEACEXXPEACEX
                                          X
                                          X     
                                          X
                                          X  
                                        XXX
                                      XXXXX
                                    XXXXXXX


The First Candle
The first purple candle, on the first Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of HOPE

The Second Candle
The second purple candle, on the second Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of LOVE

The Third Candle
The third purpel candle lit on the third Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of JOY

The Fourth Candle
The fourth purple candle is lit on the fourth Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of PEACE
                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                        
   * * * * * *                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                          
A Fifth light                                                                                                       
A white candle - It symbolizes Purity and Hope                                                
The Christ candle is lit on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day





28.11.2014
A-L Andresen :)                         
                                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                    

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She - Is Like a Bubble

.                                                            she
                                                     is like a bubble
                                                a gentle floating kiss
                                             blown from an angels lips
                                          made from melting rainbows
                                        beads of heavens morning mist
                                        a floating ball of color schemes 
                                         and constant changing themes
                                         bursting into a twinkling down 
                                          scattering her joy all around 
                                              oh how I love the magic
                                                      of her sound




                                  For : my dear friend  (Johnette)- my inspiration

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Battling Addiction

               You  told
               me  once  
               about the
               R e l i e f:
               the  f o g,
               that haze
               of apathy
               that  veils
               the  mind,
               b l urri n g
               the  edges
              of your pain. 
             Can  you  feel
          anything  at all? I  
        watch you drink your 
      life  away, far too many 
     moments  lost,  forgotten
    in that  h a z e. I watch as
   you   f e e d   your  disease, 
   suck yourself dry before you
   suck  me  dry,  draining  me 
   like  one of  your bottles, till
   I'm empty inside. But I can't
   wait around for you to  snap,
   to throw me against the wall.
   I won't  shatter  like a bottle. 
   I won't  burst  in a mosaic of 
   glass  and  light.  You cannot 
   b r e a k   someone   who  is
   already b r o k e n. You can't 
   fix someone with  s l u r r ed 
   apologies  or  promises  that 
   smell  like  stale   alcohol.  I
   can't  be  there  to  drown at 
   the  bottom  of  your   bottle. 
   I’m done  with  rock  bottom.


  For Anne's "Battling Addiction" contest
  Placed: 1st

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All You Need And Must Have



                                                     Need
                                                  Must have
                                           You are like a flower
                                          Beautiful and Elegant
                                          You must have water
                                                Need shelter
                                         from the wind and cold
                                           Are you going to be
                                           strong and beautiful
                                            You will need Love
                                              by gentle hands
                                                        *
                                                        *
                                                        *
                                                        *
                                               <@> *
                                                        *   
                                                        *<@>
                                                        *
                                                     



24.07.2012
A-L Andresen :)

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Love Letter


            ____________________________________
            I                                                                    
            I                                                                   
            I             *  *       *  *    To my darling !            
            I           *       * *       *                                      
            I            *       *       *                                          
            I              *           *                                           
            I                *       *                                             
            I                  *   *                                               
            I                   * *                                                      
            I                    *                                                    
            I                                                                          
            I                I just want to say: I LOVE YOU!             
            I______________________________________   



30.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)           

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- Do Not Hide Your Tears -



                                                         *
                                                         *
                                                       One
                                                      shiny
                                                       tear
                                                      rolling
                                                      down
                                                        on
                                                         a
                                                      cheek
                                                    Life's first
                                                    character
                                                     is crying
                                                    and tears
                                                  A new angel
                                                is born to earth
                                               Tears are a strong
                                             emotional expression
                                         cry of fear, pain, frustration,
                                       disappointment, relief and joy.
                                      Weeping Angels .... angel tears
                                      Statue of Virgin Mary in Limburg
                                            crying tears and blood
                                            Do not deny your tears
                                               accept your tears
                                                   as a part of
                                                     yourself
                                                        ooo                                                      
                                                          o
                                                          o





17.10.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

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- 100 - CTO - 100 -

                                            o  
                                                 o
                                            o       o
                                         o    o    o
                                                  o
                                            o  o    o    o
                                                    o  o
                                                We can say more
                                         than 100 words in a poem.
                                            The word one hundred
                                                   it can be said
                                         in many ways on our earth.
                                                A word, a number:
                                                      Njeqind 
                                                        100
                                                        Cto
                                                        Sto
                                                        Cen
                                                        Cent
                                                        Sata
                                                        Cien
                                                       Ciento
                                                       Hundre
                                                       Tisuca
                                                      Seratus
                                                      Honderd
                                                      Centum
                                                   Isang doang
                                          I'll send you 100 red roses 
                                              because you've read 
                                                      all my
                                                   100 poems
                                                    
                                                      
                                                 
                                                      
                                                        
                                                    


12.10.2012
A-L  Andresen :)

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Cats! Cats! Cats!

...                                                     Oh!                  Oh!
                                                       What?              What?
                                                       Do you think of cats?
                                                     We have too many cats.
                                                   At least, they feast on rats.
                                                 Cats. (*) Cats! Cats! (*) Cats.
                                                 What do you think of that?  I
                                                 have seen them with a mole.
                                                 Dead, pulled out of his hole. 
                                                  A delicacy I once was told.
                                                       My cats are: Meow.
                                                 Some big fat- Meow!
                                       Rat-eating cats.  Meow!
                               I never see them eat a bat.
                        I guess at night, they sleep or chat.
                  Cats do not have wings.  They cannot fly!  
               My, oh my, will they wish someday to fly?
            At early dawn it is time to prowl.  Not for owls.
        Meow!   They hunt for snakes, insects, some fowl.
      Silently, sneakily, stealthy, spying, they P-o-u-n-c-e-!
     It’s survival of the fittest, kitty cat style.  Buy a bell.
    You may see them on the ground or in a tree looking
      down. Meow!   Sometimes they will play in the sand.
      Rolling, flipping around on every inch of ground.
       Or you might find them upside down flexing,
         Anticipating their morning prowl.  Meow.
              By and by, success is found.  
                  In their kitty bowl...  Meow. 
                   Smiles!  Meow, Meow, Smiles! 
                        © (© Dane Smith-Johnsen) January 27, 2010

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Jesus, Our Savior

.              
                 Jesus-Savior
                 Jesus-Messiah
                 Jesus-Son of God
                                    Your final sacrifice
                                    Your love
                                    Your promises
                                    Your victory
                                    The complete
                                    Verification 
                                    Of all
                                    You have preached 
                                    And taught
                                    The final and irrefutable proof
                                                                        to die on the cross for us
                                                                        to shed your blood for us
                                                                        to be brought back 
                                                                        into relationship with our Father
                                                                        Jesus, our savior
                                     Resurrected, risen from the dead
                                     Our sins have been forgiven 
                                     washed away
                                     to a new life 
                                     in You
                                     Your resurrection 
                                     for all
                                     who believe 
                                     in you
                                     The eternal 
                                     life 
                                     that is granted
                                     to all
                                     who believe 
                                     in You
                                     Jesus
                                     Savior
                                     Messiah
                                     Son of God
                                     The glorious light
                                     In us.






Ruben Ortellao

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The Shape of Death

3/2/03
 I saw no way- The heavens were stitched
I felt the columns close
The earth reversed her hemispheres
I touched the Universe
378: Emily Dickenson

The Shape of Death

Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
Pandora's sin,the sum of every joy and sorrow crowded in
I felt the paucity of greed.
The simple mood of life enriched by guileless generosity        
I asked, "Are good and evil mixed?"
I saw no way - the heavens were stitched.

And stitched perhaps until the hour of death
Because I could see through all the eyes of men,
 I knew of life's inevitable end
 that closure, that omega rose
that brings eternal sweet repose.
That stealth of life in increments
the broken bond of flesh to death
 Within  its marble tenements
I felt the columns close

The columns closed, my mother passed,
Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
my solace weighed in beauty that we gathered,
in all my childhood hours
In sunsets, birdsong, clouds,  and dew
in measured memory of her face
I turned myself away from our lost years
The earth reveresed her hemispheres

Reversed - that  algebraic leap, 
Because I could see through all the eyes of men
All wisdom spilled to unity of life,
Death un-veiled - benign as the blank page before birth
returning that Divine immortal leaf
like the shape of space that waves traverse,
when split,  between a particle
And  I can say with nothing to coerce
Perhaps....I touched the Universe.

Suzanne Delaney

This is written in the Glosa Form
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The Toilet

                                     At times my words feel like turds
                                      In a forever flushing toilet of life
                                      Some days after releasing them
                                      My mind still  doesn't  feel  right
                                      Butt  wiped onto  paper they go
                                      Then typed into this toilet of life
                                      As  they spin  around  the  bowl
                                  I notice something doesn't smell right
                                           It must be time to clean
                                             This forever flushing
                                                  Toilet of life 
                                                   Allowing me
                                                     Words of
                                                     Freshness 
                                                 And new turds 
                                              To flow with delight


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Music

BAR *MUSIC* FUN *MUSIC* ALL *MUSIC* *R* *O* *C* *K* *A* *N* *D* *R* *O* *L* *L* AC/DC VAN HALEN VAN MORRISON ROLLING STONES MICHAEL JACKSON THE POLICE & BOWIE PINK FLOYD & DYLAN SIMON & GARFUNKLE GUNS AND ROSES EAGLES, CREAM TALKING HEADS BYRDS,COSTELLO REO SPEEDWAGON VANILLA ICE & B-52’S THE WHO & SANTANA THE CARS & JOURNEY MADONNA, GENESIS NIRVANA, BEATLES THE BEACH BOYS LED ZEPPELIN AEROSMITH

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Poets

I am able to move one’s spirit to the pinnacle of joy or drive it to depths of despair.
Not a chore to evoke passionate emotion--convey love, hate, life, and death.
Within those four small words lies our meek human existence all told.
To omnipresent Alpha and Omega, of what core lies between?
Now I sit with pen in hand to ponder many words of wit.
Gift to paint, not I, yet may cast an image to mind.
Bright lavender fields coax the amorous duo
to mingle with its deep, heady scent.
Amidst wet sewage soaked dirt
a filthy small child lays
weeping for mother
a bloody heap
close by.
See?
My!
The glee
holding words
Make them express.
Giving wide literate detail.
Understand to hold a soft heart.
Else never will you touch one’s soul.
So this is merely the lone reason I compose.
Excitement and warm sympathy and fiery passion,
within many a sorrow and tears and friendly persuasion,
in absolute care I do write and lay my psyche upon each page,
then wonder at length the primary purpose of such artistic endeavors.
Who among the world’s populace might gain an insight from what I scribe?
Does this really matter at all; since rarely, if ever, is it what one says… but how.

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e e : The Artist

.       
                                                                     +
                                                     still coming
                                                 even coming
                                         always Cumming
                                      in all ways coming

            
                          “in just”  a rar-ee-motion
                         where innocenc-ee-ndures
                                   the  naïv-ee-toughts
                                 your wis-ee-ndowment


   in time of messaging ... LOL ... you slide sideways
           “your syntax you didn’t your burning mark you did”
                      tobogganing aw-ee-steem I’m a goner
     if
           I               play                           in                           o
                 can’t           with          line           your           n        r
                                           this                             ho
                                              



4/15/2009

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Just missing you

just missing you teacher,how far apart we are
We still have our heart my dear,but only half
Your near the nile,i'm in denial,it's rainy
but it is the u.k,oh no oh dear,i thought i was at the nile
I miss you my friend,my teacher,my all
but do not worry princess,i heard your soft clear call

Goodbye for now,i'll see you soon,keep safe my dear,and i'll dream of you.

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A Midsummer Dream

Elusive sÓft whispers on lavender breeze “cÓme with me, follÓw me, set yÓur heart free” In sun-dappled shade, ‘neath the Óld apple tree, drinking liquor Óf gÓld as it d r i p s through the leaves.
** original colours are green and gold, but it doesn't appear I can do that here. No worries, just hope it doesn't lose too much effect by being black & white :)

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An Offspring Of Love

                               
                              You are,                                                   And I am,
                   The Body of Christ,                                       Of an earthly man,
            Purchased by His sacred blood!                       A sinner, living in iniquity!

       Pure and precious in nature                                  A presumptuous transgressor,
  True riches and infinite wisdom                                                    Of divine teachings,
Can only be found in You!                                            Of the Father--the Greatest King!

You are the light of life                                                               And I walk in darkness
To those who believe in righteousness                         For I'm led to falsity and deception
As they reside in Your blessed peace!                       By the sweet-talking parsons of lies!

You preached the gospel,                                                          I ignored your presence
To the GEM many came to listen,                               For my fixation was on seen things
But few are chosen!                                                         From which I gained nothing! 

 You saw the emptiness in my heart                        I was touched by Your noble deeds
   And that You gave me invitation                              That I accepted Your call, gladly! 
     To be apart of You!                                         And later, I found the truth in You!

            You are in me and I'm in You! And thru the Holy Baptism, I am redeemed!
            And I became a true Christian. In one spirit, we share our firm conviction
                To those who seek the long and treacherous road towards salvation!

                     Sharing our gifts from Heaven could change one's life, forever!
                        For great fortune is ours, as we make life better for others
                            And for them to be called into the Supreme Church!

                                    For truly, I will abide in the Holy Scriptures,
                                       To constantly praise and worship God,
                                           For I am, sure and without doubt,
                                                An offspring of His unselfish
                                                       And everlasting
                                                              Love!

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Tribute

                                  To live 

                       eTeRnAl

                               To never die,
                                   Upon a readers 
                                     page
                       To give 
                                     FREELY
                                         
                                     of heart
                                    and being
                                     and soul
                     
                                     To inspire!
                            
                            To infuse a
                               light
                           into my eye
                                       
                                         Bring hope, 
                                            and sadness,
                                              and laughter,
                                                    and pain.
                                         
                                         An endless, 
                                         bouyancy of 
                                              
                                          EMOTIONS

                       An array of 
                          colors brought 
                               forth from
                                    sweet thoughts
                                         penned in
                                   rainbows
                                and gold.
                             Eternal,
                         flowing,
                   like water,
                  it glistens. 
            Phenomenal 
                words
                     of breath, 
                    and air and 
                       earth and 
                               
                               FIRE. 
 
                                                      That
                                                    is what 
                                                  your writing 
                                                      does.

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Portrait in Watercolour

red hair
    cascading
       like a waterfall
          in rippling motion
          frames
           your precious face


                       mediterranean eyes
                       like mountain pools
                       on a moonlit night
                       reflecting the stars


                  soft lips
       moist like summer rain
glistening like dew on a rosebud
      warm as the sunset over
                 an ocean


         beautiful               big heart
 lake of love, tenderness and compassion
      flowing from you like a wide river
        touching all those around you
             buoyed by the current
                of your kindness
                    and caring
                       nature


soul
honest
generous
deep
as
a
bottomless
well
rising
up
like
springs
heated
by
the
earth
bringing
healing
empathy
smiles
laughter


mind
        a constant whirlpool of fluid thought
                                producing streams of wonderful words
       that tumble
                          with
                                  liquid
                                               purity
                               onto
                    the
                          page
          channelling my own thinking
   inspiring me


it is so dry here without you
how I long to bathe under that waterfall
how I dream of gazing into those mountain pools
my parched lips wait to be brushed by that sunlit ocean
my heart aches to be swept into that river
my body desires to drink from that well
my whole being is a vessel
sculpted and shaped to receive your precious waters
and protect them
for all time

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(Multitudinous) Silence

There are many sounds of

                   S
                     I
                       L
                         E
                          N
                            C
                              E

   Arrayed with 
                    multi hues

             The Silence of 
             contemplation
                  when
you ponder words of brilliance
       that have a multi faceted 
               meaning

        The sound of Silence 
             can be heard 
echoing the corners of your mind,
                 when 

            S
               P
                   I
                 R
               A
                  L
                    L
                      I
                        N
                          G

                within, 
             are words
         spoken in anger,
         best taken back, 
    that cannot be retracted. 

        The sound of Silence 
               stretches
       when tension floats 
         with heavy hands
      to choke and claw you 
             from within.
How to break that glaciers ice?
 
         Silence reverberates 
             inside a room,
       when romance dwindles,
        and their spoken word
          interests no longer.
  Broken hearts, wounded souls
          A sadness in this one

  The sounds of a fabulous Silence, 
                that follows
          the end of a song, 
      that reminds you of a time
    when you heart was not bruised. 
              The sound of 
               NOSTALGIA

           The sound of Silence
     that occupies space inside a mind
   with no thought, 
                 no feelings, 
                              no curiosity.
                   But
       the best sound of Silence,
         is that poetic refrain, 
                inside of us
As we stand, bathing within words
           written by friends.
Together, united, a poetry world.
            
               That Silence 
                speaks so
                L
                  O
                    U
                      D
                         L
                           Y

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POETRYS' ROSE of SHARON

 

                                        E    R    O                                 E    P   O
                                   H                    S                        H                   E
                               T           OF            E                 T          OF           T
                                    S H A R O N                           S H A R O N


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                                                                    G       C
                                                                     N  I   H


                                                              A   L   L     O   F
                                                                 Y               U
                                                                         O


                                                           DEDICATED   TO
                                                    S H A R O N    W E I M E R

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Scratch Paper Artists

                                    Scribbling
                              on      scratch   paper
                         poets       paint   their
                                    poems
                  with colorful    word    pictures
                          each  palette  penned
                                   image     a
                           a  stroke   from    the 
                    artists     brush     ready   to
                                    hang
                         in      a   gallery  of   minds           
                              

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A ROUND TUIT

	   .
                                                                                                                                      
                     

                          	                                 .At long.
                                                         Last  we  have  suffi-
                                                     cient  supply  of  these   in-
                                                Valuable  items for  you  to  have
                                              one   of   your   very   own.  Guard it
                                            With   your   life.     These  tuits   have
                                          been   hard   to   come by,  especially the
                                         round   ones.    This   is   an   indispensable
                                        item.     It     will    help  you  to   become a
                                        more    efficient   worker.          How   many
                                        Times   have   you   had   to   say,   “I’ll  do
                                           it   as    soon   as   I   get   a   round   tuit”?
                                            Now   that   you   have   a   round   tuit
                                              of   your   very   own,  many    things
                                                  needing   to   be   done  will   get
                                                             done properly>