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You Are The One I think of the most.You know and carry unconditional love.You have experienced the pains of pains.When You're not in My presence to walk with Me;My mind carries You and holds You deep in thought.The pureness that grows from Good devours The Evil...The walls of Your Heart fall down and open into fields No One Else can possible reach,love,know,or roam.The Wisdom of Your Fields develop and rules Valleys.Valleys expand into Vast Kingdoms filled with Knowledge,Power,and Intelligence...Across The Horizon lies The Kingdom of Heaven in boundaries of grey only a Lion Heart can visualize.The Strength of a Castle is built by Your Own two hands held by Fate.Only a Lion Heart has the keys to open the doors and the ability to cross through the rooms furnished with Destiny untold.A candle is lit.You pace the rhythm with a steady beat.Your Heart restores The Eternal Light with-in.Truth becomes factual.The Greenness of Facts unfold into Beautiful Gardens. Among The Gardens indescribable Rays of Hope appear with Faith as Your Spirit.Your Spirit becomes excelled by love.... LOVE Blossoms into The Reality of Freedom. Freedom is enhanced by Courage...The Courage of A Lion Heart that holds Forgiveness for All. With-in Your Heart A Garden of desire is standing firm and grounded...Could it be possible that You have A Lion Heart? Respect,Understanding,Love;that is Everlasting Serenity... I often wonder where this comes from as an Orion of ringing appears undetectable in Ones Ears... The Lion roars and The Angels sing softly with an inner Peace.May Your Gift of Acceptance Shine-On...From A Creator;to an Angel,better yet A Lion Heart.Walk among The Winners just for Today...
By Charlene L. Wilcox 03-24-2014

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If I Were Poor

If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Would You offer Me Your Hand to hold?
Would You Heal Me as this unfolds?
Would You offer Me a bath and cleanse Me?
Would You defend Me from Meanness as We see?
If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Could You ever just Be seen with Me as I Be?
Could You pray with Me and help Me Sleep?
Could You walk with Me and Show that You care?
Could You cloth Me and show Me You share?
If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Should You help keep a roof over My Head?
Should You furnish a room with a bed?
Should You Hug Me and hold Me tight?
Should You Protect Me from a horrific fight?
If I were Poor would You still reach For Me?
The Old Beggar consoled with Two Rich Men that pondered.
The Two Rich Men just walked away and moved on yonder...
Then The Old Beggar cried in Mercy,"I just begged You to try..."
The Two Rich Men showed no remorse and never answered His Cry...
Then The Old Beggar just stopped and stared when He was apposed...
There The Old Beggar turned away with His Beautiful Angel Wings Exposed!



I Changed the verse by inserting a question every verse.Then The Beggar Himself became an Angel that was hidden the whole time the ballad was told.

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The Forgiveness Prayer

God Forgive My Soul before it is taken from this Life...
Let Us rise above circumstances and situations that hinder Our Minds...                   Let Us Become A Power of Your Example;"One Day At A Time."
Let Us pray for Our Promises that have not yet to Be seen...
Always to lift Us out from behind Our Character Defects...
To Forgive and Heal Our Inner Most Being and keep Us out of harms way.
To Forgive and Experience Your Will God;as You want Us to know You Lord.
To Forgive and devote Our Time in The Light of Gods' Wisdom and His Wills.
For The truest Love is The Essence of The Breath of Life given.
The Largest Happiness conquered is an inside job taught,learned, and earned.
We will arise to See Another Blessed Morning glimmering inner strength and hope;
Show Us The Promise of A Prosperous Praise to learn,cope,love, and accept.
For God has a desired Will We follow in appreciation,devotion,dedication,and loyalty.
The Forgiveness is in A Prayers of Faith, Respect, and Dignity in which We Live...
As God grants Us All The Forgiveness to Be Forgiven.
Acceptance of Jesus will not come undone...
For If We Perish before We awaken...
Prepare Our Souls In Unity with God as They are taken.
If We Rise to Enjoy Another God Sent Day.
The Forgiveness Prayer lives by Our Breath of life; "Just For Today."Amen.

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Your Own Reservation

As Mother Teresa words Echo with in My Mind.
So,"You can not save The World,Then save Just One."
This is not about Me Anymore My Friends,indeed.
It is about the Existence of To Be or not To Be...
It is All about You and Your Own Foot work deep inside.
Where A Human Heart truly beats repeatedly and harps to reside.
I can hear You crying in deep Mercies of agony and defeat.
When shallow no longer exist between Our true Minds in the depth of Heat.
Never knowing what or how to serve You in times of need.
Standing right next to You as You see Your terrors Bleed...
The Only thing that We control is;Us Ourselves...
Pulling Our Heads from beneath The reprehended Clouds...
Work hard on You My Friend and do not let the fear over ride Your Faith.
For You will find the thing that You hated most are full of Grace...
For fear and faith can not exist in that same hurtful place of chance.
It is Your Own Self-willed desire that will forever change Your Own Glance...
As I stretch this to Your Hand;A Garden will unfold upon Your Heart.
In one instance of Hope to repel a spell that whispers from deep with-in to start.
Open Your Doors and Plead for Help and let All hear You cry out...
No longer will You feel loneliness,Selfish Desire,or even doubt...
In that motion of remorse it is God holding the Other Hand...
Looking behind Your footprints in The taunted minds in Your Own Land.
Weep no more My weary Friend and never feel like it is an end.
For Life is The Portal to Eternities Heaven for We All are destined to descend.
The options may not be apparent but choice is offer to those that listen to wear it.
It is like a policy condition to appease You Own Personal Kit...
For just to accept Our Holy Son in Gods Graces as Our Sire...
For God created You with All His Passions and desires.
Your word needed here and now is not My Own created Plan.
Swallow All of this well and adjust The Digestion before it drowns Your Glands.
It is Your Plan My Dear Child to comprehend and learn with style.
After All One lit the match of Our Lives Perfect Beginning like Your Smile..
Walk into Your Own Garden to Behold The Center were You look...
It is most likely A Pathway that You skip or have forgot to book.
As We live and attempt to grow grey and Old.
Only an unblemished Heart of innocence will repair Your heart to Gold.
Get Selfish if that is what it takes to see Your Own destination on Your Plate.
For Inspirations to last belief has to stand behind an open minded new slate.
Never forget I saw You standing their and that I truly care as You commit.
For Every Commitment that You can honor guides devotion to its heights lit.
There will stand a single Flower with essences of Love and Your scent of Power...
Bloom not against the wind ever;for like a Butterfly You will flutter and then soar.
Growth is Acceptance being brought to Your knee When You Pray more...
The visit on Earth may be bitter or sweet or both to accomplish My Friend...
The Choice of A Happy Ending is Yours to commence and send.
For The Perseverance is Your Own Reservation that We respect as Precious Wills.
To All The Unnecessary Grief, Drama, Madness,and hurtful words in place still...

I used a Quote Mother Teresa.The word Game was word of Achievement that give You as an Individual the abilities to work on Your Own inside job...The Key to Game being inner Happiness...
Proverbs:
1.)The Only thing We control is; Us Ourselves.
2.)The options may not be apparent but choice is offered to Those that listen to wear it.
3.)Bloom not against the wind ever;for like a Butterfly You will flutter and then soar.

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This Shoe

There was An Old Women in This Shoe...
She had so many Children that it felt just like A Zoo.
She taught Them love,read poetry,and books...
They choose anger,hatred, and would not even look.
She taught Them reading,arithmetic,and writing...
They chose pain,aggravation,and dynamic fighting.
She Taught Them to Be Honest,truthful,never to fib or lie???
They chose words with devious vulgar meanness and demise.
She made Them scrap books with animals and art work of every kind.
They chose alcohol,drugs,Drug Dealers,and misery;Why???
She married a disease She knew not of its' severity or  how to beat...
These Children All adopted it and low and Behold became rather weak.
She resort to teaching Them how to Pray to God and have Mercy.
How They forgot Her,All Their Manors,and those taught curtsies.
She would still Pray for Them to Her very last Days smothered By Kids.
You know;They came in All Sizes;Big,Medium,and small Bids.
Oh How She would Say,"Please For The Sake of God!!!
She happens to Be Gone In there live now...
As Precious as Her words were...
They still Haven't heard Her and just nod.

By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-20-2014

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The Length of a Swore

Do You ever just get tired of Being You?
Up there on The Highest of pedestals as You rule...
Is It You feeling selfish or alone as an unhinged fool?
I care of Your most inner thoughts and about You often...
May My remarks make Your Strength become more soften.
Do You ever get tired of Being You?
Even with All Your Money or possibly Self for filled greed...
I can't help You understand for I only have Me to need.
I hope I can Be of Your Beckoned Service when You actually want to See.
For as I share this marking wound of Your deepest fear I hide inside Me.
Do You ever just get tired of Being You?
The Children captured in Their different varieties of worlds holding pain...
Wondering if Their Next Meal or life matters that may or will ever Be obtained.
I'm just trying to hit Our common grounds to Our Survival...
We are just mismatched in A Huge Puzzle yet unsolved as We form rivals.
Do You ever just get tired of Being You?
As The Richest of People plummet into cesspool of remorse over My thoughts...
There Doors locked for discussion as Wars are created from the shadows taught.
Do You ever just get tire of being You?
The Length of A swore is vast,thicken with Evil Doers,and blood drenches are filled.
The firmness In My Words silenced;I have spoken from My small mind as willed.
All left for concern of Me;is silent,disheartening,as Your sunsets go on for now...        All is red and done;Seemly to reflect empty words dusted underneath A sad Brow.

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Make a Place Feel Like a Home

It is not The Refrigerator almost empty or unplugged...
It was The Children with-in with All Their kisses and hugs.
It definitely isn't The Cheating Heart that cons and lies.
It was The Hard Working Parents that had often been seen and would try.
A Home isn't suppose to be filled with dynamic fighting and swears...
It was suppose to be filled with Happy Children to love,kiss,and reflect the care.
It isn't suppose to be painful or hurtful to step inside this House.
But a destroyed Parent drunk and disorderly was feeling like a louse. It is having Good Memories of Childhood to make OUR Places feel like a home...
Some may have to renovate,rebuild,and put up with a whole New attitude Zone.
A Home should of been filled with love,warmth,and comfort offered freely to hold.
Prayers said as Children are neatly tucked into a warm bed with stories to behold.
It certainly is not a beating for All the times You should of got One and did not.
Or hiding in fear in closet and feeling It is You very disturbed when it really rots.
It is The gathering of A Family dancing,playing Together,and singing Songs.
Never to be constantly Yelled at and condemned to always feel like Your wrong.
It is definitely not what You never got that turns sadness into horrific gloom.
It is the way We are not treated By Each Other when trapped in these rooms.
For A Place to feel like Home;It has to be sealed with passion and loving care.
It isn't to go back to a memory filled with heart wrenching tears and unbarring dares.
For Today My Place in life is staying with a Real Man filled with love to appreciated.
The regrets of Our past that We will never forget and forever recalling to hate.
To make A Place feel like a home is a way to replace hatred One Day at a time..
Held By A forgiving touch is A Family healing through The Grace of God in Our Prime.

09-18-2014

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Angels In Our Pathway

I look deeply into The Children's Eye's
 
The War;Hatred and devastation,Why???  
I see it upon the faces of The Elderly Deaths.
The Wisdom We buried as They take Their last Breath.
I have sat with The Forgotten Mentally Ill as I start...
I still See The Promise in Their Souls beyond A concerned Heart.
The Belief with-in Our Hearts:To Heal and cure Our Wills.
I've been to See The Cripple Veterans of Our Wars...
They fought to Preserve Our Lives,Our Dreams,and Protect Our Shores.
I have been risen by fables,literature,and bed time stories.
I have loved The Weak and The Meek risen by Their hard work and Glory.
I have seen PAIN;Buried People and Children that died in Flames...
I know They Are ANGELS walking now in A Kingdom of Heaven domain.
I've had Friends murdered by the fate of Their Own Hands;Anger and Rage...
             
              The Truth pours,As I soak Ink to This very New Page:
               For Today blood spills still; My Concerned Thought of The Day!
               Peace On Earth seems so distant;just like a small microwave ray.
               The Labors and Fruits of Our Principles Fallen from straight Above.
               As though Hope walks into Faith lead By LOVE.
 
It is definitely A Prayer of mine In Completion;Open All Books of Every Season...
For The Spice of Life is inside You;All Angels In Our Pathways For very strong 
                                          REASONS!!!

                                By Charlene L. Wilcox            09-24-2014

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In Your Eyes

For moments that passed Us by I just had to stop and stare....
I recall it was Your eyes that revealed what I longed to know and share.
Even when I thought You were upset, angry, confused, or You were mad...
All of the memories of  My tears I captured when You were sad.
In your eyes I was forever blinded by the life I had and now plainly see....
You standing behind Me All the time as Your eyes revealed a certain love for Me.
Knowing this I just wanted to let You know I'm here Forever and will not stray.
For All The times You remembered My Kiss and I was to blind to Say:
When your eyes met Mine today; I fell For Your Eye melting Mine away ...
The Flowers from Your Heart that truly make Me want to stay...                    
I recall Today standing with-in Your Arms as You hold Me with All My humble tears.
In my passion deepen with All of Your warm affectionate gratitude when In fear.
I tremble with the thought I could ever loose You in My Life of affectionate ties...
For I have found The Soul-Mate of My Dream reflecting right back into My Eyes.
In The Light it is Your Eyes that are My Window of passion unlocking My Heart.
The Depth that last for an Eternity, Forever, and Ever never forgotten starts.
The infinite Pressures gone and True love risen to that Occasion of Love so True...
God put You into My life for a reason and the Pleasure are exclusively just for You.
Seeing Your Eyes Reflecting back into My Eyes skipping down Memory Lane.
Makes Us Picture Perfect in My Mind to seek. For All The Love I have to gain...

Best Poems Written by Charlene Wilcox

The Children Eating Grass

For Lion Hearts Only

If I Were Poor

The Forgiveness Prayer

Your Own Reservation

This Shoe

The Length of a Swore

Make a Place Feel Like a Home

Angels In Our Pathway

In Your Eyes