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Jai Bankson Poem
What is time?
another spin around the dial
Tick tock goes the clock
Second to minute:A voice screaming
''Hey Doc''
Time to wake
Time to make a new
Feat to floor,seldom make it,except a few
These random mornings my watch I do not wear
I wake,smile and laugh''without the utmost care''
Slip up my double knot and dare the world...
On cloud twelve,now feat can't touch the ground
Nor would I let
Smiling a smirk sweetly smiling
Not one regret...
To harness this morning would be Heaven in a bottle that I must leave behind
If it is''as of now'' it has to be aged -potential to be a unique and special wine...
I raise my glass to the next tasting.....
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Jai Bankson Poem
To some a light house was simply that,a house with a light
Though to the brave souls sailing the oceans it was a reminder
of many things upon the night
The light would remind them that someone was always watching and waiting
for the return of every soul.
A beacon of truth,trust,love and every memory of which it has no control
The keeper of the light,most will never get the privilege to meet
So much they have done for people that they will never get to greet
The keeper was a man of solitude because he was married to the sea
His mistress,the ocean,so what tangible love could ever be.
Such a symbol for so many things
To the Keeper of what the tide shall bring
Even the House shares a relationship between the fog and sea
Like a marriage problems will be
If you misread the light problems will ensue
Stay the the course,tighten the sails
Do what ever you must do
Just remember when you see the light
She has you safely headed home
That light should always remind us
Of that place where we all belong
''Find your Light''
Doc
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Where we go the road is very rough
To survive we must be very tough
Do not expect the barriers to ease
The upward climb is not designed to please
There are trials and troubles along the way
Exasperating situations every day
But we can not turn our back and run
Nor sit down and say our work is done
The temptation to stop is very strong
At times the road seems just too long
We travel it seems at snails pace
And we never seem to get any place
Somewhere I'm sure the road will end
We will travel around the final bend
There we will rest the tired and weary bones
Thankful that we did not walk alone
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My subject is mercy
I haven't much time
And so I have chosen
To speak in rhyme
To bring forth a message
so dear to me
And that within it
The truth you will see
When I think of mercy
In all of its scope
I realize fully that
This is my hope
For nothing I have
Can take care of me
For mercy I plead
For all time to be
I did not deserve it
I still do not
But He gave me a record
That has not one spot
Oh it isn't mine
I'm sure you'll agree
But it is His record
That he gave to me
Now I've never been
What I needed to be
But still God's mercy
Flows out to me
And when I am gone
From this earthly place
I'll depend on his mercy
I'll rest in His grace
Yes I would seek mercy
From my fellow man
And I would show mercy
Wherever I can
But no mercy shown
By you or by me
Can hold a dim light
To Calvary's tree
Inspired by the obvious and one of our
very talented Soup Poets-Thank you sir
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Why did you come to the Church House today?
Well I came to sing,worship and pray
Why did you come,why make such a choice?
I came here to listen,for my father's voice.
Why did you come to the Church House today?
What are you doing in this place I pray?
I came to learn about God and his son
I came to find out how Heaven is won
Well,what brought you here to sit on a pew?
What is the purpose,what will you do?
I came for fellowship,Christian love
I came to pray to our God above.
Why did you come here?What was the mood?
Well I was real hungry for spiritual food
My soul gets so hungry,I just cannot wait
To set down with God's people and say,please pass the plate
Why did I come here today to this place?
Tis here I receive of His marvelous grace
I am his child and here I can hide
The world is not here with its fearsome tide
Here in this place my needs are all met
Spiritual needs that I can't just forget
Close to my Savior I will be today
Aren't you glad you came this way..
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I saw this picture and it reminded me of many great and endless thoughts, dreams, wishes, but mainly my old life and how much more fun it could be now that I am older.
If life used to be that beautiful and spontaneous why the hell did I let it ever end. Not just the girl- not even the girl. That passion for life, for the smallest thing t hat I take for granted now. On the picture it says love or lust.
Why not loving lust-lusting for love. Waking up in the morning laughing for no reason and having an adventure every day. I feel like I went to sleep eight years ago and I am just now slowly waking up.
Better late than never.. to be honest this picture helped my self-induced coma. I simply felt that if I let myself feel for the person in the picture the way I did and things turned out the way they did. Well it kind of made me an ass....It also made me appreciate things that I never would have. I'll be the first to admit that it is been way overdue. When I see this photo now I just smile and it reminds me that I am capable of whatever I want. I miss that feeling and I can' t believe I let it take this long. Any way, I am ready for a new life; I am not sure what is in front of me, but I am ready to find out.Ten years later she came back and we were engaged to marry but karma didn't agree
Though when i wake, I
always smile you see.
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So:
Here I am
What can i say
Starring at a blank page and a pen full of ink..
My mind racing-even still I cant think.
A letter makes a word
A word makes a sentence
A sentence makes a paragraph
A paragraph makes a page
A page makes a chapter
A chapter makes a book
That's all:Just words:
If words have no action,then what do they mean?
They are just words.Hollow.Empty,Frail...
I endorse action so i dare not speak,
whom did God say would inherit the earth...
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What is a son to a father
But youth and strength as no other
That props the sagging failing man
With vital energetic hand
That makes him glad within the heart
To know that these are a part
Flesh and bone that came from me
And love excelled by none but he
Who made us all to live and love
A GIFT DIVINE from GOD above
Doc
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I saw this picture and it reminded me of many great and endless thoughts, dreams, wishes, but mainly my old life and how much more fun it could be now that I am older.
If life used to be that beautiful and spontaneous why the hell did I let it ever end. Not just the girl- not even the girl. That passion for life, for the smallest thing t hat I take for granted now. On the picture it says love or lust.
Why not loving lust-lusting for love. Waking up in the morning laughing for no reason and having an adventure every day. I feel like I went to sleep eight years ago and I am just now slowly waking up.
Better late than never.. to be honest this picture helped my self-induced coma. I simply felt that if I let myself feel for the person in the picture the way I did and things turned out the way they did. Well it kind of made me an ass....It also made me appreciate things that I never would have. I'll be the first to admit that it is been way overdue. When I see this photo now I just smile and it reminds me that I am capable of whatever I want. I miss that feeling and I can' t believe I let it take this long. Any way, I am ready for a new life; I am not sure what is in front of me, but I am ready to find out.Ten years later she came back and we were engaged but karma didn't agree.Though when I wake I always smile you see.
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What are you thinking don't you know others read this,whatever it's supposed to be
Truth or fiction if this gets back to the papers you think they want care because you call it poetry
Did you even stop to think, Always like you taught me father did you consider not to drink
Your constituents can smell you before you can even think to shake their hand
Who do you think you are fooling,Oh this must be part of the campaign manager's plan
So kiss their kids and you really believe they don't know about the wifes
The audacity of you to judge us and this scripted out lifes
These are real people real lives real truth,how much more do you think I can take
How do you put on your boots,badge,gun look in the mirror knowing your a fake
I have to be perfect on every hour of every minute of every second of every day in my life With your so called perfectly imperfect pretentious perpetuating plastic actress you call wife
The perfect school The hand sewn shoes,for the love of anything would you really rather this than lose?Your already loosing yourself your kids ,their respect.From boy to Man I will put you in
check,It's not fair to the others,your so power hungry you don't even see,it's not fair to us,you or me If I was pretending that much I would drink too,Oh wait,we do,It's eighty degrees and a long sleeve I wear,how have you not noticed,do you even care?You want to be the man,I'll give it to you-you damn well could be but not knowing what goes on under your own roof,That power blinded,you really can't see.I'm right here,we're right here,where the hell are you
Father please!what more must I do!
Boy how dare you speak to me in that tone and raise your voice.
Do you really think I enjoy this,I have no choice
All I want is the best for your brother and you.For God sakes you of all people know what we
Must do
You know the image that they must think
I apologize''I'm sorry Sir''I'll grab my jacket and tie
You just grab another drink
(Polls close at ten)
''Inspired by the official who''Asked'' me to take down a poem about him''A writer writes ''sir''
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