Twenty years have passed by since you left this world
For the world you are officially gone
For me you are always around
The greatest teacher ,my biggest strength
My most wonderful grandfather.
I feel the protection and guidance of your's around
I remember and cherish those beautiful days together
I have learnt all the wonderful things that you've taught
I do feel you look down on me with all your love.
You never let me be away from you every single day
Sharing the cup of tea together
Sharing the stories of your time with zest and passion
Every morning watching over the mighty kanchenjunga from our window
To Humming our favourite song together.
I miss you dearly my adorable Grandfather
You gave me so many wonderful memories for life
I remember your eyes always looking out for me whenever i wasn't around
Caressing me with all your love and blessings
I miss those beautiful memories spent together
Today is the day i remember
You left me without a proper goodbye
The same morning making me swear i remain happy and strong forever
Showering me with all the love you could
I am so fortunate my childhood was amazing journey with you.
Deep inside me i know you are in better place above
I love and miss you with all my heart
I wish i could see and have you here
In my heart you are always there
May your soul rest in peace
My Darling grandfather
Copyright © bandana basnett | Year Posted 2016
She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine
Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day
Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again
Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
Robin Thicke's bedroom voice reminds me of you
And I realize there were good times
When you spoke to me in low tones
Deep low tones
And I must admit
that every time
I hear Robin Thicke...
I smile and get tingly all over
You were a good lover.
People tell me that I don't know
because I have only had one
taste of freedom
But do I have to drink castor oil to know that ice cream sundaes
are good under the sun on Florida Sundays?
Do I have to wake up mourning
to know that I have a reason to be thankful in the morning?
Do I have to have a piece of pain
to know that I feel good when I am at peace.
Maybe their problem is that it took them twenty men
to arrive there
and I only needed once.
Thank you for that moment
that has satisfied me for a life time.
Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2015
the land was valued at $240, where they built "the little church on the hill"
established by a group of abolitionists and free blacks for they knew that was God's will
they named it Berean Baptist and its congregation was integrated
but after only a short time the membership separated
the church continued to prosper for the members were godly inspired
they would not let anything keep them down not even those two fires
the congregation would continue to rebuild for their faith could not be pricked
they got smart and moved two blocks over and erect a church made out of bricks
it was a little chapel yet membership would continue on the up swing
the church needed more room, so they then added on two wings
from Dr. Brown to Drs. Matthews, Eldridge and the Rev. Dr. James
anointed men of God who helped Berean establish a good name
from Rev. Roman and now Dr. Griffith with their powerful evangelistic ministries
and after 157 years Berean is a great church with a lasting and living legacy
and with the Lord's continued blessings, His mercy and His grace
The Historic Berean Baptist Church will always be the place
where anyone and everyone can come to get godly inspiration
for Berean is the church that will set on the path to salvation
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007
Time is a great cure
For what I'm not sure
Time is only for this minute
If you live another a cure is in it!
Life is time and living it is the cure
Working is the blood of being secure
Money, money, money needs no friend around
Good health is times only sound!
So, P.S. My friends have the Time of your life!
The Silver Scribe
Copyright © R.Barry Love | Year Posted 2015
@one must have lived
on both' sides of
justice to be fully
There are so many
There are oh! So
But, in this day of
Can it really
Their are those who
live in the shadow
There are those who
are on top!
Many have faith in
the interest of
I say some-times' it
is merely just a
----- Now think
about that ----
Do you live in a
state of justice
Or in a state of
Where your strife is
And pales' beyond
Can you go out at
of your plight
Hence: the fear of
going out at night
This reflects' the
type of judgement
That which you
A issue shrouded
in black and white
A deadly combination
of the many social
truth comes' to the
As a human body lay
riddled in the heat
of the night....
If you are stopped
in a store to-day
Do you expect to
make it home?
Are you subjected
to the night?
Where justice is
swift a constant
To end up at the
business end of
To the end of
Only to be pondered
upon as a
creature in that
Where you your-self
have just payed
The supreme price
from a flash of
That threatens' to
end your life...
Where some-one else
in his unique
justice amend to
take your life
(Some-call it a snap
decision only... it
such a snap to take
another life) later
to be call a mishap
in the name of
I still say' maybe
acting on a little
In the name of our
Needless too say,
Is this the best
dare I choose?
filled full of
With a truth slowly
only God knows'
What has just
.... And the
reason why so many
Who's brand of
justice would you
survive... In that
Just to stay
which do you
care.... to defend?
Would it be
attributed to the
feat of justice
Or will it be just
Or to the
determination of the
life of just another
man..... Or that
breath of justice
From which he did
To abide and to
of man... Awh! Yes,
The truth depends'
on the end of the
That which is in
your hand..... With
of justice that we
That brand of
justice that which
you may call upon
for the sake of your
Censored in Contrast
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2014
Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love "
To-day is a New Day
Time for people to Pray
If their were No Unity
Where would we be to-day?
Why is it..
That all of 'GOD' People
War Torn Today..
With nothing going on
With nothing to speak of..
So little to say!
So, looking back on Reflection
In a more Democratic Way
Let's give the Future back
To the Children
- And -
Let Jesus lead the way
So, Why not give them Love
Show them another way
Remember that Obama Care
Is a Health Care which is
Oh! so very rare..
It could really save the Day?
Do you know a better way?
It is meant for people with
Not for those...
Who just don't care!
For it is just an annoyance
Who really need Insurance?
So, if you have Insurance
And that is all that really
Matter to you...
Remember that their are
Men, Women and Children
Who needs' a plan too...?
For the Obama Plan is high
And Gods' People are too...
Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan
then we need one too...
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
I have myself, the simple zinnia on your vase
I asked for nothing, but you gave me sunshine
The smile, the hug, the cuddle, the warmth
I am happy to the little things I have
You give me light to complete my being
I am truly deeply thankful for your unconditional love
You are my life the life of life
You are the dream I dreamt and dreaming
To love, to cherish, to treasure
Until I know how to give up all, even my life
© Caroline Nazareno a.k.a. Ceri Naz 2015
Copyright © Ceri Naz | Year Posted 2015
You have stained stars in your eyes tonight,
a gold glitter asunder as vast as any Past
stuck fast on this moon light sight,
give me softly the sultry sigh of a woman's strong age,
I am not passing the page until the dire of dawn ushers me to the cage,
twinkles and sprinkles make for the tingles between you & I my Lady,
sparkles finite glow warm,
a silent swarm in thick air for our remote melody,
starvations lead to ovations from humbled hearts
searching blind for succulent cures
for a mad malady,
a kiss, calm as crystal and firm
like a promise pronounced proud
by a dreamy lover drives me happy,
My love, where are your f---ing fangs & whispy wings,
clever you are,like fire on ice,
playing nice but in disguise
choosing random nights,
a fickle nightingale setting sail to numerous posts and ports,
swift as thunder with brief endearings,
vanishing like a whisk whisper
and laughing lovingly,sparingly spry,
the companionship provided is priceless
with a somber cost,
a Providential promiscuity true & dry,
your absence and unpredictability
feeling cold as Aphrodite's icon
rough & rocky,
would Venus die, cry, or lie
if asked ardently why
She consumes the blood of my heart,
pitfalls for passions, enticements for indictments of innocence,
woman this carnival shocks me silly,
never the less, the beauty of you is boundless,
consequence forever in a lingering fragrence,
like a confused comet
I volunteered my vitality for your invitation
to a sheltered rampart,
deny me what you will, charge me as much you can,
for I am enthralled
by this romance and Virtuoso's dance -
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2012
Pastor, you're an under shepherd who has been entrusted to do God's work
you're never overbearing nor quick tempered nor do you have any quirks
you hold firmly to the trustworthy message that the Son of Man did convey
you're a spirit-filled righteous man, a disciple and teacher of God's ways
you teach and preach the sound doctrine that is the Holy Lord's
you're temperate and respectful with a Christ-like love for all in accord
you're self-assured and humble and your sermons are from the heart
you've given us insightful examples of how to live spiritually smart
you've told us it might be our attitudes and we probably need a makeover
you've been to us a living example in how to let God take over
you're an under shepherd, one of the Lord's earthly rep
you're an under shepherd, a follower in His Son's steps
you're an under shepherd, an agent of the living Christ
you're our under shepherd, Pastor Griffin
and we are blessed to have you in our lives
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007
John Jack Kennedy
was as brilliant as could be
A studied Harvard graduate
A navy hero of the sea
He was from Massachusetts
A lover of the dunes
and used to walk beside them
on summer afternoons
He was a much loved President
His spoken word was magic
I never did understand why
his ending was so tragic
I can remember him so clear
but time flies quickly by
I remember Jackie's pill box hat
John-John and Caroline
It is a shame that violence
brought his colorful life to end
the Kennedys' profiles in courage
were an absolute Godsend
There is so much happiness
around JFK's short term
His fun sense of humor
A smart, well read bookworm
We all will never forget him
Those of us who loved him so
The articulate, animated speeches
The radiant look he'd always showr
Copyright © Jeanne Fiedler | Year Posted 2014
on Tuesday May 18th Mount Lebanon's Rev. Shaun Lee read from the book of Psalms
and then inquired of us "Who Do You Think Needs God?"
on Wednesday May 19th the Rev. Dr. Green of Universal talked about "The Love Of God"
which he referred to from the books of Luke and John
on Thursday May 20th Rev. Stanislaus of the church of St. John did convey
about "What Are The Odds?" when the Lord God leads your way
on Tuesday June 1st Rev. Miller of Brown Memorial used the book of Genesis
to tell us about "A Victory For A Visionist"
on Wednesday June 2nd with a word from 1st Peter New Jerusalem's Rev. Dr. Rice
told us how to paint "A Portrait Of A Pastor" whom for the Lord gives his life
on Thursday June 3rd we celebrated and honored our 1st Lady Mrs. Angela Farr-Griffin
and between our Youth and Christ's Fellowship's Rev. Dr. Kelly
we now know how to "Deal With Unanswered Prayers" in our daily living
It's been six nights of praise and worship and all the Choirs were on point
celebrating and honoring the Pastor and his wife whom the Lord God did anoint
on Sunday June 6th we concluded the celebration
and Pastor Griffin himself gave the Proclaimation
to the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin and Dr. Angela Farr-Griffin his devoted wife
we love you, we thank you, we appreciate you both for being faithful servant of Christ
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010
from birth until this moment with your family as supporting team
the journey within your space/ time continuum stream
found trials and tribulations comprising the spool o yar existential ream
some incidents assessed in retrospect might now appear
as particularly significant undertakings – getting you grounded with clear
insight into what future dreams may become manifest with yar dear
beloved husband – I aver to when ye will endure empty nest fair
lee soon, whereby yar life will constitute andy and his anatomical gear
whose cupidity, fidelity, integrity, levity, opportunity, runneth tranquil
tiding up for gatherings or packing with his efficient globe trotting skill
bubbling with energy, harmony, synergy through his confluence he rill
lee doth possess – in my humble opinion, though less to take quill
to paper, him this brother in law applauds how he accepted any bitter pill
i.e. figuratively when the fickle finger of fate seemed to obscenely mill
a tate a contrary outcome than he desire, a fighting esprit de corps did fill
his entire being – putting forces of destruction re: no longer threat of evil
which waywardness with this poetic intent to type a birthday cheer
sans thy lovely sister activated thoughts pertaining to positive people dear
as senescence shuttles thine youngest harris heiress who everywhere
she goes affects a blessedly diplomatic, friendly holistic imprimatur
and thus tis probably apropos to attempt to communicate with mere
crude symbols i.e. the 26 letters of the alphabet to formulate the near
wrist approximating her significance in me xy z lived life a prayer
and many a broken wing, but tis necessary 4 me 2 expunge – though rear
the positive presence (most often invisible) whence shari did tear
out from the birth canal even at that early infantile stage did wear
autonomy to evince can do spirit whereby she irresistibly insinuated an air
that inexplicably captivated family, friends, romans….with no blare
ring burst, but she exhibited a magnetic trait – I now heartily cheer
cuz many stepping stones to mine current ah fair
rooted tuber remembered per the unsolicited advice aye did hear
when oft times shuttered in this man cave, hell lair
re: us lee chuckling at online jokes, which laugh tier
medicine for this bot deed father, a pro motor still sputtering each year.
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2015
Eighteen years of sorrow and abandonment.
Eighteen years of drowning in my own tears and the pity of the pathetic bystanders.
Eighteen years, and it finally comes to me in a sweet epiphany:
MY life starts here.
And what a better way to begin a life than to share it with another?
With a woman no words can describe, no matter how beautiful and exotic
(it would be an insult to say I could,
for she is anything but definable).
I have an eternity to look forward to with this woman who I pale,
The woman with the dazzling eyes and perfect smile.
I can forget about regression
and progress to achieve everything I never believed existed in the world.
I hear in her voice the sincerity I have craved my entire life.
It's a wondrous thing when you can admit,
that you can literally hear love bubbling up inside the crevices of someone's soul.
She has opened my eyes and ears,
spirit and heart,
when I needed a rescuing no one but her could have offered
with words unrelatable to a past that's eaten holes into my heart.
And she calls herself lucky...
Copyright © Miranda Bell | Year Posted 2009
I have got to write,lines of poesy that sing.
I have got to write,because I owe you this:
I have got to write,because I just cannot:
Even if I wanted to,I would not stop:
I have to write, because I cannot stop:
I have got to write, simply because,
I want to...
Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2016
it's another year and you've gotten a little older
and your faith in the Lord God has gotten a little bolder
you might have a little bit more of a middle age spread
you might even have a few more gray hairs on your head
but don't sweat the small stuff Pastor it's going to be okay
for you have made it through to another birthday
the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
just stay in the game of life until the victory has been won
you've preached from many a pulpit for over 30 years
you've always say that God is real and in your heart you hold Him dear
you've given us the word and have moved us in a good way
and that's why we're gathered here in love to celebrate your birthday
yet the buzzards are probably circling but with you God's not done
so here's to you Pastor Griffin on your fifty-first one
you raised two good daughters, one's in college and the other is about to wed
you might feel like you're losing a child but you're gaining a son-in-law instead
you've been married to a beautiful woman of God for more than half your life
and for that accomplishment alone you should give all the glory to the Lord Christ
yet those buzzards are probably circling Pastor but with you God's not done
and may you continue to preach the gospel of God for another fifty-one
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2008
He pushes me towards my goals,
He encourages me to chase my dreams,
He champions my poetry,
He makes me laugh, 'til I burst my seams.
He builds me up,
He picks me up when I fall,
He teaches me to appreciate life,
He make mes feel ten feet tall.
He tells me I can be, all I want to be,
He gives me so much hope,
He stands by my side,
He helps me when I can't cope.
He makes fun of me,
He puts up with my aches and pains,
He listens to my troubles,
He laughs when I'm being insane.
He makes me feel proud,
He brews an awesome cup of tea,
He lets me warm my feet on him,
He is the only man for me.
Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2016
He's shared my hopes and dreams with me,
He's shown me they can come true,
He's taught me how to have faith in myself,
In everything I do.
He's stood by me through hardships,
He's wiped away my tears,
He's held my hand and been my rock,
I've stood by him through many years.
He's been there for me and our boys,
He's nursed me back to health,
He's bought me many MacDonalds breakfasts,
I don't need immense wealth.
He's given me so much happiness,
He's shown me a love that's true,
He's provided and cared for me,
I will always love him too.
Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2016
He's seen me at my worst,
He's seen me at my best,
He's grinned and beared it,
When I've put him to the test.
He's mopped my brow,
He's held me over the loo,
He's cleaned up after me,
That's just what he's supposed to do.
He's told me when I'm wrong,
He's put me in my place,
He's only done it when I deserved it,
Especially if I screamed in his face.
He's made me laugh out loud,
He's seen drinks come down my nose,
He's made me feel beautiful,
From my head down to my toes.
He's shown me what love is,
He's been patient and strong,
He's given me a place to be,
That's right where I belong.
Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2016
As I saw you standing at the altar,
In your morning suit,
You looked so nervous,
It really was quite cute.
As I approached your side,
On the arm of my Dad,
You mouthed, "you look beautiful",
You made my heart feel glad.
As we said our vows,
You fluffed your words a bit,
When we exchanged our wedding rings,
Yours didn't quite fit.
As we had our photos done,
Once the photographer arrived,
I was so emotionally happy,
Oh my! I could have cried.
As we celebrated with family and friends,
My heart sure did sing,
Twenty Five years on from then,
I still wear your wedding ring.
Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2016
Glamorous, fun and full of life
Always an interesting and loyal wife
Around the village she is known
For living life in her own particular tone
For her family she does prepare
Many a feast beyond compare
For the animals so oft alone
She has given much love, shelter and even her home
Come Christmas time the house is all a glitter
As Audrey runs around doing the annual jitter
Smiling from within is this special being
Generous, giving and all seeing
Her energy would seem to overflow
Never one to leave others low
This is my grandmother The Great Grandy
Whose life runs circles around those less than 80!
To my life you have brought
Something which can never be taught
You gave yourself, you made me smile
As I saw you go the extra mile
Within my thoughts I hold you dear
And in that way you are always near
I close my eyes and picture your face
And know that time cannot displace
The essence of the inner you
That in my life now follows through
Thank you for always being such a dear
Your effect on my life is more than clear
Copyright © Catherine Bull | Year Posted 2005
Each Twin Tower encased in steel bower
Billowing masts did to horizon crest, as the fibrous
Wrought to withstand the shearing winds and the
A symbol of America's limitless capital and economic
Perched on the precipice of greatness until 911's
In a prescient moment, steel caissons did the steel
Mighty sentinels of the skyline succumbed to a roaring
In the dust-swept corridors, the shell-shocked
remnants did cower
Anon, as residual to the surface imploded; exploded a
As free enterprises' symbols crumbled in New York's
A wave of national pride rumbling across the fruited
plains did succor
With steeled nerves and stealthy acumen did lab our
Our tarnished symbols of freedom to defend with
unblemished might, valor
In faraway lands, in shielded hovels, bastions; tracked
enemy with vigor
With soaring wings and pounding hooves, girded with
Did fleece the brigand cowards restoring the nation's
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2012
You look like a poem,
Your eyes are metaphors,
Speaking of the eternity,
A lifetime I envision when I fall into them...
Like that edible scent of freshly baked soil when it begins to rain,
Like stanzas of a life I couldn't help but want to be a part of...
Birthed and delivered this words,
Because I want you to know that I'll let parts of me bleed for you...
And when the suns set and moons rise,
I will be your sky,
The backdrop of your existence...
When the waters roar,
Making it impossible to exist on solid ground,
I will sacrifice my spine,
To build bridges of stability...
Upon me you can look,
Copyright © Snalo Mbombo | Year Posted 2017
Two eyes that shines so bright
Two lips that kiss goodnight
Two arms that holds me tight
That adonis of mine
No one could ever know how much
your coming has meant
Because i love you so
you are something heaven sent
You are the world to me
You climb upon my knees
To me, you will always be
That adonis of mine
Copyright © ESMERALDA TALBOT | Year Posted 2017
The white clouds
stand as mountains
bright in the sun,
for an answer.
A hand was offered
in the chaos of nature,
that which stands
as the madrone
in the mist,
or thrives in fungal
bliss beneath sodden
leaves and that
which burns a hellish
swath through all
that grows and breathes.
the human comedy,
what flimsy structures
grew with a driven nail,
what rabbit trails
vanished in the dusty
voids of betrayal.
The clouds drift
slowly in stately peace,
the gates of heaven,
where all is truth,
the river flows,
a constant monument,
a soft roar,
rapids to eddy.
We see the majesty
of all things.
Hand in hand,
Copyright © Peter Kautsky | Year Posted 2017
Regreting over the past
when the black ink
will never wipe out
Be happy here where we are
in this circle of onest lies
When we will look forward to tomorrow
Live without illusions
that will be better for others roofless
Maybe is all faulth
of the time which
only our fire can save
Copyright © Jakov Asl | Year Posted 2017
speaking severe nasal sounds,
when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies –
gnashing identityguard where gauze
superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words,
when they may as well swang fists at me upper and lower jaws,
though decades in the past, the imprimatur indeibly etched,
yet stinging rebukes from maws
and faux paws trigger remembrance of things past
(analogous to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder -
in my case countless acromonious, denigrating, execrable names
contributed to Schizoid Personality Disorder –
though predisposition for sundry mental illness
most likely incsribed within mom and pop sic cull genes),
now greater enlightenment reacting/responding to stress
comprehending my biology, chronology, ecology, geneaolgy
(fyi – Amelie paid consultant at 23andme.com for blueprint
denoting fabric housing jumbled, linkedin, nested past –
results surprisingly showed 1% Neanderthal
comprise inherited) psychology,
thus explaining insatiable hunger for bananas,
and intermittant urge to swing from tree to tree,
whereby I willingly accept arboreal, corporeal,
generallly less than ideal traits
which pro active overtures arrest
(without a warrant), contest, assent everest
(albeit metaphorically) satisfactorily
extending virtual olive branch (pitted)
recognize immutable imposibility to confront
excrutciating bygone feelings,
this endeavor, a quest to test mine kempf zone, and endure
current flow of uneasiness (clammy
and sweaty hands fostered by andiety),
yet exorcizing mailer demons critical
to experience mindfullness, and requisite
to fast tract expeditious deliverence,
whereat ye ought not be deprived
THIS SIBLING (HAN SOLE BROTHER)
WHOSE LOVE TOOTH HE
(on account of dentures) DIDST OFTEN BESPEAK!
Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017