Finer than the finest wine
Can you see my heart ashine?
I like it when my name you call
I watch you when you walk the hall
I love to see your winks and smiles
For all those things I'd walk ten miles
And if I could just hold your hand
I'd start right now and walk ten grand
Today a baby winked at me
another hilariously giggled
Worth at least 10,000 texts
or - yesterday - a thousand squiggles
10,000 vacant dwellings
In Manhattan are for rent
Which even a vaccine would prove
Too late to quite prevent.
For people left in droves, their reasons
Obvious and sad –
No jobs or money to sustain
The lifestyle that they had.
The city, minus all the buzz,
Is lacking in appeal
So all those bare apartments
Don’t seem like the greatest deal.
If even I, a city gal,
With New York blood and mind,
Is questioning the urban life,
Will any lease be signed?
10,000 LIGHT YEARS AWAY
I was not born on earth but on planet that is 10,000
light years away from here.
I was sent here to watch and observe, to evaluate
how far you have progressed mankind.
It has a long hard journey and watching the hurt,
pain and contempt that promotes fear
Presents a poor outlook for this species and my
belief that this world will end and mankind
WILL DESTROY ITSELF FROM WITHIN.
I have had enough, I want to go home but it seems
that for some reason my kind has forgotten
where I am and have not come back.
I do not want to be here for this planets end, there
is so much peace and love on the planet of
my birth.
One last thought, maybe the end can bring a new
beginning for all and life can get back on
track.
Does world wide destruction have to be the catalyst
for mankind to follow through with the values
that came with our birth
Before we learned how to hate ourselves and each
Other.
Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…
On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000
angels to set him free.
Nailed to this cross, he went
through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the
reason why he came.
Being there for all of mankind
was his choice.
Weakened and alone…
One could hear his voice;
“Father forgive them.”
“They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened…
Many began believing.
“My God why have you forsaken me?”
With one last breath…
And then... And very quickly…
There was death!
For all of the pain and suffering
he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
is now secure.
This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!
Seated at the right hand
of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
an abundance of love!
Won’t you accept his gift
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
the way you’re living!
By Jim Pemberton
Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…
On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000
angels to set him free.
Nailed to this cross, he went
through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the
reason why he came.
Being there for all of mankind
was his choice.
Weakened and alone…
One could hear his voice;
“Father forgive them.”
“They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened…
Many began believing.
“My God why have you forsaken me?”
With one last breath…
And then... And very quickly…
There was death!
For all of the pain and suffering
he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
is now secure.
This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!
Seated at the right hand
of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
an abundance of love!
Won’t you accept his gift
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
the way you’re living!
By Jim Pemberton
can 10,000 poets, stand on the head of a pin
reading rune, reciting rhyme, a deafening din
orating from books, digital tablets and papers
nursing versing, some adroit linguistic capers
did God really, when he pulled out Adam's rib
contemplate the ramifications of what he did?
giving to man and woman the gift of gab
to pass earthly days on this planetary lab
all languages come, and like Latin might go
to ancient history rites forgotten, although
oratory of any form is central to what is human
grunts and poetic punts, give hints of what can
be gleaned of humans desires and meanings
jawing on in between, interactions intervening
language is a way the seventh sense can reach far
to futures, across millioned miles, to another's heart
to see it, hear it beat, touch its pumping flesh
to feel life's joy, as well, as its bloody distress
can 10,000 poets dance on the head of a pin?
if they say what they mean, gracefully, they can
© Goode Guy 2011-11-29
On a cross… Jesus suffered
for you and me.
He could have called 10,000
angels to set him free.
Nailed to this cross, he went
through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the
reason why he came.
Being there for all of mankind
was his choice.
Weakened and alone…
One could hear his voice;
“Father forgive them.”
“They don't know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened…
Many began believing.
“My God why have you forsaken me?”
With one last breath…
And then... And very quickly…
There was death!
For all of the pain and suffering
he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
is now secure.
This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!
Seated at the right hand
of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
an abundance of love!
Won’t you accept his gift
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
the way you’re living!
By Jim Pemberton 03/11/11
It's another universe out there:
a snow-scape of valleys and hills
with a marshmallow floor you could
almost jog on, as solid-seeming as
the world we've just left. Drifting,
drifting, like a snowflake, slow-motion
in a space where there is no time,
no missing element in the free fall
in which you find souls in transition who
must stall a bit. Death was so quick,
the sorrowing, long. It's a slow ascent
before your downward drop because
all around us is that incredible blue
we aspire to, as we reach for the sun,
and He who formed it from fire.
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