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~ If were I to have my way ... the-welcome-of-
those ten days, then I'd be sure, she would know.
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My love the fairest dream-of all-I-wanted-to share the-one-
held-so-dear ... that I-couldn't let-go-of-for anyone, but her.
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~ As-yes plain-rides-come-to-mind-jet setting buried love and ~
daily qualms-the-quiet-suicides was all that came of those days,
and because-I-have-come-to-find-parachutes are an option only
for those-that-are of the living, and not for-those-walking-alone
~~~~ within themselves already-reeling from their regrets. ~~~
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~ Because I too exist-myself ... as I walk this valley, of the ~~
dead; and so it has become for me my own personal, peculiar
quark of-twisted providence, the evidence of my-fait that
all circles are not the same or brand entirely, nor an
entity within themselves ... completely whole,
because my experience has shown, that they
too; given-the proper-vexing; like me ...
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~ At last! ~ At last! As
a sweet rejoinder to Him my
soul cried out aloud, at last, as I
marveled in the benignity of my
Lord. For imparting to me, the
liberal blessing of my life ...
and for giving me His
eternal assurances.
For delivering me ...
returning me to a veracious, and overt; amenable
position-of-hope-and faith in Him. Yes-for-purging-and
lifting; empowering and molding ... maturing me, indemnifying
me in His certitude, and enduring graciously the-horrid-penalty;
of my willful prides contumacy. For ne’er to trammel the ambling
of my committed volition. In the greater wisdom and grace of their
instruction I willingly did revolt in sheer defiance before His tender
eyes of mercy. (Amid the futile campaign, (of my own bitterness)).
Distinguishing only those weary days apart from the welcome and
gentle fervor, of His embrace; and so, through this detachment,
and His patient hands my heart’s longing was brought to know
compassion and to be absolvitory. As written on my heart,
and being able ... today, and thankful to Him to see. Of the
many roads I have peregrinated down, illuminated upon
this narrow path, of God’s all-inclusive way ... it is all I
~ have come to truly discern, of an aeolian peace. ~
The words of this poem, form the reference in shape and idea; of a heavenly amphora.
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~ (~) In-the-moonlight from here echos carry far. Grace lays beside innocence amid the
shadows of love the measure of its hope, tranquility, delivered. (~) ~
~ (~) With a tender terry to-and-fro-amid the murky acceptance of the open streams,
dancing vibrantly humble weeds-can be-found rolling around in abandon toppling about-again-
and-again-up-under them then-and-again amid-the-forbidding mid the ambling waters off the
shores in lieu of the gentle undertow reflecting-of-their-brilliant-pastel-colored-luminescence
— shining boldly in their naked dance coming to land softly then... and-again — each upon the
mighty shores of the delta. And as they catch her eyes my youngster her passions. (~) ~
~ (~) Tender-as she is as she eyes them there their velvet petals crimson her love grows
sheltered between the bosom of the light. As she kneels down, reaches out between the wind,
and-thorn... to pick up their essence her quiet ladies their beauty blooming.? (~) ~
~ (~) Shadows scurry away, run... morning Sun wakes the dawn. Grateful eyes see,
remember. (~) ~
~ (~) Removed, bygone buried dead already I am... yes. No not bitter because grateful if the
truth be known, a willing man I am today. Wishing only to abide in peace with no regrets.
Because yes friend, found I have in the place of my bitterness, regret, today. (~) ~
~ (~) No, you know I know I haven't any room for this. Praying to be as I was born but-one
open soul my one driving ambition being, to be as complete. Absent of the motive of self
ready openly willing to be emptied recreated filled to-overflowing standing in the repose of His
peaceful pardon. This promise remains to be plenty for me enough. Asked God I did, for this.
Trust Him now I do. Honorable He is faithful, wiped my sin away He did... sealed it, with a
kiss.? (~) ~
~ (~) And now given-to me this, God's illustrious heart extended for me held up high! His love
has come, brought me to my knees... kept me. Echoes carry wanting only to raise lonely
ghosts of the past. His love has become my only reprieve. No kinder thought is there to wake
the morning. Carry onward with me, through the twilight-with-Him... fall asleep to in peace. (~) ~
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Mercy longs-for a companion-
peace faithful holds on keeps hoping,
forgiveness sustains, love gently uplifting!
Three hearts cry out one for the other;
their candles lit each swaying together
as they flicker-the-door, opens wide -
Grace-generous aware, racing
in brings them in their longing;
together -
Joy delights revels in this,
surrenders itself one-
for the other -
Time honest-
boasts of this
remains-willing -
continues marching.
Like brilliant waterfalls do,
peregrinating down-cascading
themselves about them in their
glorious way upon the humble
streams as they-go, joyful is
the soul trammeled grateful
the heart the mind hopeful -
its greater desire for
freedom moving-it-a-
ways-farther-beyond the-
staleness of its-same tiered-old-
prison - love opening the door -
full of God's goodness the crispness
of the air its pureness rushing in to
greet it -
its mundane life renewed as it
were now - being made secure.
Opened-through-Grace; a song,
poetry I feel is-the-ever fervent-cry
of-the-greatest-of the indifference's of
the heart, mind, brought again to know
the-joyous dance-of its tired soul-waltzing
away riding gingerly on the feet of the Lord.
The one-once-completely blinded trammeled;
alone - resting sweetly now, weeping honestly
under the refuge-of the humble willow -
forevermore opened itself through this - willing;
undeniably grateful -
the perfect absence of hate in the face of pride,
precious beauty, delight, of divinity's illustrious
welcome -
Hope peace, mercy, forgiveness-love, faith;
grace - joy-knowing finally finding their place
within; a gift for them - a permanent-home.
3 poems written 1 year ago. I decided to form them individually today here: 10th Dec 2010.
Formed as I brought them from another site from their original forms as they are there. Was
curious while in the midst of forming; noticed they would as I had formed them fit together.
Had no idea they would fit this way together as they have now. Hence the name given for the
poem in thank you, for: "God's Goodness", because it is He that was the inspiration, as well the
Guide/Mastering of the hands that formed them. Thank you for reading. Their names are as
follows as I brought them formed them: A Permanent Home, I'm Feeling Sick Today Let's See
What and How Much I Can Bring to the Table, The Longing. I Had no idea I was forming a
candle. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yN44tOis9hc&feature=related
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My Sister when I was about 8 1/2, I am 38 now, passed away but before she did, she told
everyone this... "I am going to be Ok, and will be with God... I will get a new pair of lungs and
some wings to fly with Him in Heaven, and I will be His little princess..." On the day she
passed, in the midst of the dust floating in the room. Rays of light shown through that morning
right on her on her bed, covering her, and I truly believe that God came and picked her up
personally Himself that day, and carried her off to Heaven with Him...
Precious on her last litter had a kitten that looked, and I mean looked dead on herself... So
we named her Princes... She was the most crazy cat I have ever known... and had an air
about her that said to all... "Hey!" Look at me!" "I am a Princess" ... She was so very proud of
herself for this, but never neglected her Mother's way, and was never disloyal to the family...
She always loved to play with us and her Mother (Chasing her around the house, daring her,
and reminding her to play), because I believe this... She was just crazy about life... "Just
crazy about it, and as grateful as her mother, and my SIster," because though my Sister,
though she was very spirited about her condition. She still desired to live her life just like
another child her age would, and would carry this burden from time to time, as it would come
to the surface, and make her blue, the fact that in reality, she could not... So princes would
just fly around the house like a whirlwind, and would always come to land in someone's lap,
or arms or beside you in bed purring or at the foot of someone's bed at the end of the day,
and would awaken as lively and in a dead run, to do it all again the next day... We loved her
dearly too... because of her adoring for her life itself... and the energy that she put into
enjoying it... Because she too, had lost her little brother, a few hours after he was born...
She too reminds me of my Sister Tina, in this way... That life is sometimes a struggle, but is
always evolving and always comes back to itself in time, and is always turning full circle...
and is forever advancing towards all in gratitude... and exists and moves abundantly, within
itself and lives for this one passion...
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~ (~) ~ By design this poem is interchangeable within-and-with-itself either
way being or which ever Nonet you chose to read firsts, they always recycle
themselves. ~ (~) ~
~ (~) ~ This poem can be read as well, from their final line on up of any Nonet you
are first to choose. Each Nonet offers itself to itself to the proposal of God the universe
the world you and me and myself and positioning in relation to this. ~ (~) ~!
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Shadows cover the bullet by half.
Father buck scavenges berries.
Offspring of His fathers faith.
Man waits high in the larch.
Cumbersome stomach.
Rifle prepared.
Trustworthy.
Patient.
Time.
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Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes.
Love is an opportunity.
Time shared is never waisted.
Open minds willing know.
Death follows us all.
Hope cries out loud.
"Share it all!"
"Horde not."
"Love!"
This is-a String Nonet form of poetry-written in Conversational Style Poetic Prose
Rule for when writing a string Nonet form poem based in the truth of-itself. It being
the main rule of Conversational Style Poetic Prose. To provide a moral lesson of equal
value while maintaing a short story-line formating gaining the greatest effect for the
reader.
The topic can be whatever the poet chooses.
What I mean to say is that a Nonet starts with 9 syllables cycling down to one. Main
rule is they by themselves have to form a sentence or statement of inclusion in some
form to another and itself. Given the proposal as such each could stand alone as
statements within themselves each an-open heart each one for the other.
Conjoining them is a matter of time and what I have found - to make them
able to provide the same lesson either way that they are first read - for
these two was a matter of time each being written at separate times in
the culmination of them both abiding here together remaining there
each-in their-given way individually open-each one to-the other.
Friend it was and is for me still a matter of patience... !
My plan is to have them have offspring
making it-as-it was originally intended
the main-idea is also offered as the
main ambition as well as the title.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18CJGlp5eiI
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~ True-love is unconditional and is the treasure so-very hard-to come
by in this world, today. Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural-
freedom-of-rhyme; and-the certain-reverence stirring in-the spirit
of-a home that lives only for this; one pure reason. Seen now-and-
viewed in-the likeness-of the-orange and red-brown and-yellow of-a-
joyous-leaf ... blowing-free-in-the-ease of the wind; and knowing
the sound of a new hope rising-to-greet-the-greener-grasses thriving
amid-the-perfect-beauty growing in-plain view of-the other-side of-the
morning. Stirring-in-the-depths-of-your-heart and the-well, of your soul ...
riding-high-atop the puffy white clouds, billowing-up-to-greet-the-light of
Heaven. ~
~ Yes-those wonderful-things ... like the birds chirping fondly and the gentle
sounds of a baby's laughter, and slippery wet little kisses ... given-by-the-lips-
of an angel. As you-hear a violent-shouting wake up; wake-up-and-a-tap-tap-
tapping, on heavens bedroom door. As then your awakened again ... and then
stumble to the challenge of not spilling the coffee, and you dance once more
with your lovely daughter in the kitchen. As she smiles as-you-spill-it-and-yell-
oh-no-tenderly and you ask the wife if she could grab the morning paper. ~
~ Yes that freaky tone of-a-squeaky-wet-balloon, and the ongoing run of happy-
little-giggles-that-fill the-air ... rising to new heights in the pool underneath-the-
glory of-the-summer-sun ... as your young son splashes chlorine-water-in-your
face ... and cup. And-so-is-love-the-prize in all its' authenticity. A true and-raw-
emotion ... boldly-running ... and-wildly shouting! "Hey!" ~
~ "Those darn-conditions-and-ultimatums are just fine, but-don't-you-dare-
take my morning-coffee!" ~
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It has been many years and I have had many struggles, and though I was sad when my Sister
passed... because I love her, and missed her so. I always knew that it was going to be Ok...
because she always moved and was eager to let me know this in the way that she lived her life
faithfully, and in this one prominent way... and if you truly have the time, and slow down and are
willing to look... You will see the example of my little Sister, and precious, and crazy little
Princes. You will see, and come to find it to be this exact way... because God does always have
us in His heart and in His mind and is always there offering us this truth... All we have to do, if
we truly want to, is have faith, and believe it and then claim it as the truth... Then we will see it...
I pray that you will never forget my little Sister, and that animals are the greatest... and that
they never forget, just like a human does, being taken care of and accepted, and loved... They
can sense this too in another, as they can also sense loss and loneliness and pain, and can
actually feel it as much as we can... if not even more, and they bring it back, this care and love
and acceptance and hope, in so many ways... and are faithful to it... As I believe that if they
have went through a struggle themselves... that they never forget what it is like, and move to
always bring another the promise that everything will be Ok... and move to prove this in all of
their ways...
God love you and your new kitten or animal... I know that it will bring you only love and peace,
new hope and joy and add a new brilliance and dimension of faith and the proof of this truth to
your life... .
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""Grace,
faith
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patience,
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mercy joy belief,
humility and true absolution,
who themselves do-not-desire
or cry-out from-within, for-the-
solace and-security of this... ?"
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"For I have felt-and seen,
that gracious, love exults the-very-
principals... and generous surrender for
all eternity of their open-will."
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"Perfect innocence,
hopefulness and liberty overt
from the day they were born, raging-winds-
could-not-defile, because docile, they remain
amenable, an endearing vision of truth,
though however fragile."
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"No greater joy-is there for me, nor-
anything-more-divine, bridging-the-expanse,
between-bitter abhorrence... my own
tendentiousness... unbridled-greed,
a genuine... injustice, and
immeasurable peace."
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"So taken-in-by the wheat fields
supplicating mid conciliate winds, teeming
I tarried to view-them as I did amble along amid the
swaying stalks so very felicitous, to be alive,
and in-quiet reverence, to my Father -
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touched by their faithfulness-
I offered again to Him
for His promise-
culminated-
for-me -
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my essence.""
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pd1GWaQf9Yk&feature=related Author notes: ABOVE
inspired by the "The Road Not Taken" by: Robert Frost
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