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You are the Lover of my soul
the keeper of my heart
you hold the keys to both my heart and soul
I gave my keys to you to keep close and never let go
my love you are my world and my everything
you are the love of my life
the one I adore deeply
the keeper of keys of my heart
my sweet you are the one I Love deeply with all my heart an soul
YOU are my everything!

Copyright © Brian Baskin | Year Posted 2007

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Are winners defined by prowess
In business or in sport
Or by intellectual power 
Backed by academic report?

Is losing determined 
By lack of financial wealth
In lieu of big-hearted happiness
Or optimum good health?

Why do moguls and titans
With no Faith take the leap
While penniless paupers
Leap for joy from their feet?

How come rich men's wives
Are miserable, children spoiled
While laborers are elated 
Though clothes and hands are soiled?

Are winning and happiness one and the same
When the affluent are unhappy is money to blame?

Why are the poor who struggle hard to survive
Still able to know jubilation in their lives?

Their money's still here when the rich are long gone
Just like when they came they leave naked and alone

With wealth or in poverty life is borrowed time
Where prime dividends are the spiritual kind

Abundance is far too uncommon to be the standard
By which winning in life might be judged

Suggesting those without means or money
Were never in favor with God 

The value of winning might be in dollars and cents
But the price of happiness is the lack of pretense

Copyright 2016   Iger Rolyat   All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Iger Rolyat | Year Posted 2016

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Autumn Approaching

Rainy day here 
    in the city 
Cooling us down from
          summer heat
 The steam from 
       the sidewalk 
will eventually 
    cease to rise 
Summertime is drawing to an end 
Cooler winds will soon prevail 
The time of firecrackers, and lazy beach days 
will soon make way for the time for football 
and the high holidays 
Soon the forest will 
be ablaze with red and gold colors 
Autumn is approaching 
Time continues its relentless onslaught 
The years are not always kind 
   Yet I look forward to autumn 
   In autumn light life becomes 
             clearly delineated 
The autumn breezes 
    will blow away sorrow and pain 
   The autumn sun 
will shine down 
  and with it happiness 
will return to the land 
Life is often bittersweet 
  Yet, if we take our time 
We can enjoy the 
  beginning of autumn 

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015

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In Your Beautiful Eyes

As I look into your beautiful eyes,I see the world as i hope to see it

and that is as beautiful as your wonderful eyes are

with the holiness and glory of the Lord flowing around

with the Lord watching down on us

going through life together forever praising 

Him in your beautiful eyes!

Copyright © Brian Baskin | Year Posted 2006

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Noonday Sun

Noonday Sun

Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007

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25yrs of love for you

The first time I met you I will never forget,
I fell in love with you the moment our eyes met,
In December that year it was the best day of my life,
when we took our vow's and you made me your wife.

We didn't get engaged,
we didn't need that kind of thing
and 20yrs later you bought me a ring,
When I opened that present what a surprise
I've got to admit it bought tears to my eyes.

Two wonderful children,
a girl and a boy.
Over the years there's been laughter and joy,
there's been times that we'd  fight and argue it out,
but our love for each other was never in doubt.

For 25yrs we have been blessed
with much love and happiness,
and now to make our lives complete
three wonderful grandchildren for us to treat.

Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007

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On sunlit wings 
I travelled 
High above the earth, 
in the realm of spiritual beings 

Mighty mountains 
and cool streams 
Azure oceans 
I live my dreams 
I live my emotions 

I am but a feather, 
beginning to fly 
My body 
My heart, 
carried high 

Clouds of purest snow 
Golden sun 
I passed below 

Another day, 
in the blue 
You could have it too 
Come up if you may 

Circles of eagles, 
in the blue 
You are all with me too 
High above, 
clouds of purest snow 
Together we flew 

Such love, 
in such golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
above clouds of purest white 

The higher I flew 
I met people I lost too 
My father, 
wings aglow 
Beside me, 
golden bright 
Circles of eagles 
High in the light 

A spiritual place, 
high above 
Touching space 
Such love, 
in golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
in flight 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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Miss Single

I finally let go of the man. That was toxic to my life. Got tired of being treated as if i didnt matter only to feed his sorry ego.  Got tired of working it out and fighting over the most stupidest things. God heal this Heart and help me move on cause i wanna be happy single. I lost so much love in myself trying to fight for a man that was lazy in loving me. Then waiting in the parking lot of my place to get my Attention when i tell him im done. When will my happiness start. When will i be free within this stressed out soul to experience the joy i deserve. I Deserve a man that deserves  me im not perfect but id rather be alone then with someone and feel lonely. Showers from the water drops to my feet i star at the gloss of my skin and think. I Allowed him to make me feel worthless. Unhappy just for the sake of saying i had someone because i feared of being alone. Now im single wothmy cat and its peaceful. But show me the side of life i deserve to live cause i need it. Newly single from a 3 year Relationship with a mommas boy free my entire soul from the hate and have me skate on the path to estacy. Help me to pray more do what i enjoy. Help me get to know me more and fall inlove with me. God help me prepare myself to be a better woman then send me my adam. Because he is missing his rib.

Copyright © Alicia Green | Year Posted 2017

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Dancing on a Saturday Night

If you saw me dancing would you join in
Just come on over and jive right on to begin
When the music plays my feet just move along
So natural it's like they know every rock 'n' roll song

There doesn't need to be a party I swear it's true
And the dance steps you go with is totally up to you
Over the years the dances may have changed 
But it's the beat that keeps your feet arranged.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017

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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.

Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013

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Haggis and Drinks Mi Luve (Mythology)

Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land 
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid de band

Dance wid de band in de Highlands
Backyard jig good fer de ole soul
Tickle mi nose with yu gold locks
Tigether wi bade ead to toe’s sole

Call Fionn mi Luve with his jug
Nice poems he read at de gate
Summon the Clooties with a mug
Aye, they will cum and bles dis date

We’ll sail de river on Loch Ness
Kelpies will protect our flanks
Goddess Scotia says we bless
Oh mi chamin' sweet Sidhe, tanks

Aye! Mi sweet luve; Boobrie will fly
He will fetch up the Salmon Ring
And a knot cross de land we tye
Red Caps our guard til cum de spring

Then wid haggis and drinks mi luve
Goddesses'pipes blow dem great songs
In the grey mist we skip and dance
Then like Boobrie we fly with doves

Scottish Mythical Legends:

1. Fionn is a Scottish magician, warrior and poet
2. Clootie is a Scottish name for the devil.  The name originated from the word cloot, which  
    mean a division in the cleft hoof of an animal.
3. Kelpie is a Scottish water devil who lurks in lakes and rivers and drowns its victims.
4. Scotia is a goddess normally portrayed as an old hag with the tusks of a wild boar
5. Sidhe (Shee) is the Gaelic name for fairies in the Highlands of Scotland and also Ireland. 
6. Boodrie is a wonderful water-bird from the Highlands.  It haunts and protects the lakes  
    and wells.
7. Red Cap is a sort of short, stocky old guy with long gray hair and claws instead of hands 
    and fingers. He lives on the Scottish border and guard the ancient ruins of castles

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010

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Life is a many things
Sometimes life is a dark tunnel,
But every tunnel has a light at the end
I will be your lantern to guide the way
Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness
Life is a giant battle.
I will be your shield and spear 
Your spear to pierce through the horrible people
Who want to harm you, 
Your shield to protect you
From the battles you cannot win your self 
life is many things my dear 
But I am here,
For you to use, to cherish, and love.
Life is many things my dear. 
But you are not alone.
I am here. 

Copyright © Trevor Bain | Year Posted 2012

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Infinite Sex

“Infinite Sex” 
by:  Eric L. Boddie

With the first lick, your toes curl 
And the eighth lick rocks your world 
Then the twentieth lick makes your head twirl 
But with the forty-first lick, your entire body will unfurl 
Then the sixty-fourth lick will make you value my tongue as a pearl 
And the last lick will make you want to be my girl 
But that first stroke will make you see the light 
And the eighth stroke will further moisten your delight 
But the sixteenth stroke will make it less than tight 
Then the thirty-third stroke will make you want it all night 
And the fifty-first stroke will make you scream my name 
And the sixty-fourth stroke will probably equal the number of times you came 
Then the seventy-fifth stroke will make you give me fame 
And the eighty-eighth stroke will make you forget the pain 
With the ninety-eighth stroke, you’ll pray it never ends 
And the one hundred eighth stroke will make you want to tell a friend 
Then the one hundred forty-third stroke will make you want it to end 
But the one hundred forty-forth stroke will make you want to keep it in 
But the two hundred eighth stroke is when I really begin 
And with the final stroke, you’ll want to do it all again 

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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A Poetry Ballad

Ballad of the poet

When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early, 
early bird gets the worm.

With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch  *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~   *K.D*

Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled  *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn, 
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see,"  *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen. 
BUT!  In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul  * R.A.D.*

"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within"   *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart."  *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul...    *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time.  *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace.  *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face.    * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace!   *G.S.*

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Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!

Copyright © Jason Fisher | Year Posted 2013

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My Husband

My Husband!
My Husband is the man of my dreams, my fantasies, and so much more. He can take my breath away with just a whisper of things to come. I can’t help but look at him and think my husband; the man of my life, forever mine.
My husband looks and acts professional as he lectures to a large group of people. They seem to linger on his every word learning as much as possible in the allotted time with him. He is smart and well-dressed but underneath a wild side that I know so well is there waiting to come out.
My husband playing while kayaking; splashing like only best friends and lovers would do. A kid at heart he shares his lunch and takes pictures to show his friends. He wants the world to know how fun it was and we plan to go again. So proud am I of my husband, best friend, and lover.
My husband has helped so many of my dreams come true. If you can dream it, then you can do it he would say. As frustration came, he my husband and fantasy would rescue me. My husband set my dreams soaring high as together we found a place the world could never touch us!
My husband is my soul mate and so much more that words can’t describe. Nothing can take him from me; for out of my dreams and into my life made special for me, my husband is everything I could ever want or need. Drawn to him somehow night and day our hearts beat as one. Together nothing is impossible as we share a love and bond that not even in death will we part. Our souls will hold one another forever!
Debbie Knapp	

Copyright © Debbie Knapp | Year Posted 2013

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I conceived you in my mind.
I carried you around in the depth of my heart.
sitting under the tree of life,
I heard your song,my unborn child.I sang
it while I waited. I sang it while I waited.
I told your father of the song-
our child will sing.

He danced in morning glory,
he dance in morning glory.
I danced with your father
and he place you in my womb,
he placed you in my womb-
As we sang the tune;
We knew you'd be here soon.
I nurtured in my womb
-I nurtured in my womb.

And on the day that you came-
We were all familiar with your song
the day you arrived,
We all knew your song and sang,
your lovely song and sang.. you are alive.
We rejoiced in your song.

You grew up to be strong,
and when you did wrong,
we'd correct you with your song.
We'd caressed -with your song.
All the days of your life;
You shined our eyes with Joy.
When you returned
to where children come from;
Your life had been long.

The words to your song...lingered on.
We are now all gone;
 But your song still remains. 
From birth -
Your song still remains...
with those left on earth.


Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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Survey Of A Happy Life

Survey Of A Happy

The question I was
The couple answered;
it's Good-Flavorful
and lasting.
It is fun and
it's giving and
It is easy to
if you know the

It is hushed kisses,
smooth caresses
gentle movements
that induce deep-
gutted moans
it is pillow talk
and long walks-

A blood rush to
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
It's thanking
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.

And for our,
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
presence of their
Enduring and over-
looking each
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
Ump-tenth time.

The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
withstand disasters.
Escaping cracks
and sink holes...

We who know,know
the value of
Also we see the
importance of
We knew how to live
we knew love then
and shall, in the

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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My First Love

So hard to keep moving sometimes,
Trying to keep my life in line with you Lord.
So many things trying to take me away from
You my first one, my steady one whom loves 
Everything that is me.
Like a tree that is planted next to your life
giving waters, I will refocus and be content in Thee.
Any extra blessings are meant for me to pour
Out and bless others with.
Yet my reward is already with me, and that
Reward is You!

Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2016

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Here's To The Ladies

Here's to the ladies,lovely ladies.
Here's to the ladies, the ladies I love.
Here's to the times, we spent together.
Here's to the times, we were in love.

I see the ladies.The ladies surround me.
I see the ladies, the ladies I love..
These times were important-important to me.
Here's to the ladies, the ladies I love.

Here's to the champagne, we drank together.
Here's to the champagne, and falling in love.

Here's to the ladies, lovely ladies.
Here's to the ladies, the ladies I love.
Here's to the times, we spent together.
Here's to the times, we were in love.

Here's to the rivers, they flow through the mountains.
Here's to the rivers.The rivers they flow.
We see the snowfall, leave snow on the mountains.
We see the snowfall, leave mountains of snow.
And here's to the times, we spent together.
Here's to the times, we were in love.

Here's to the ladies, lovely ladies.
Here's to the ladies, the ladies I love..

Celebration Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2015..ALL rights reserved.. 

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2015

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July 22, 2015 

Let us don't do much together-We are old-
Lets lay around speaking our past lives into (Mind Movies).
Lets share pictures from our past and tell our stories to each other;
Only this time I'll be traveling with you.
When you get to that scary place I will hold you.
When Soji kidnapped me by Gunpoint,you will save me.
Lets Don't do much together. Your love be my intercessor
Lets just rehash the lives we lived apart, together!
We are old now, Lets make sparks fly every chance we get.
Let us eat exotic fruit and drink wine coolers in summer.
Let be as funky or as fresh as we want to be-
Lets shower together and bath separately.
I have to meditate on new episodes and
give you space during my bath-time.
I smell the incense burning in the next room,
I know you miss me, baths  are sacred 
I know you want me to hurry - baths can't be hurried.
You call my name. "write it down" I answer,
I will be there in awhile"
Soon I join you with a big cup of exotic tea.
Again I transpose myself into your old world.
I am there with you; My attention is all yours - 

Your eyes search mine,
checking to see if I am all in.
You know what you are about to tell me
requires my complete concentration.
you need me on this journey, this one defines
your character, your spirit - your essence.
I must sojourn with you into the depths of your soul
To the chaos that dis-functioned your dreams...
We hold each other and become one.
We sexually engage like an endangered species
for us there may be no tomorrow.
We sexually engage like there may be no tomorrow.
We are old folks caught in a young moment .
Like when you needed me and I was not there.
We continue not doing much together...
For we have caught up with some of that lost time.
I remember in the ( Mind Movie)
that you took me to a beach
where you lived and replaced her with me.
that cheating woman who nearly
destroyed your ability to feel.
She disappeared and..
Yes I got her part in your life's movie
I changed the lines -We shot that scene over.
then I lived it over with you like
some modern day goddess.
I am either here by your side
or right behind that bathroom door
requiring nothing of you.
loving the past out of you..
loving you into the future, but for now I  
am experiencing your aura -
Basking in your energy
and getting excited by your 
existence over and over again...
And when we are bored of doing nothing;
We can seek refuge in the rain forest-
Study healing herbs, or
Drink from the fountain of youth 
WE- rewrite our stories of poetry
from the movies downloaded in our minds.
And we shall grow youthfully old together
We remove old garments and dance 
Thus...The Beginning.. of our new lives
sponsored by loves second chance.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2015

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priceless gifts

Priceless gifts, priceless times with those you love,
What comes to mind when you think of those two phrases?
Is it spending time on cell phones,  computer, I pad?
If it is, then that's too bad,
Because you are truly missing out on very precious times,
Hearing the birds sing, a eagle, a hawk soaring above,
Fresh cut grass smell, kids playing in the park, mom's pushing their loved ones in the swing,
Stopping to see a monarch butterfly flying by, landing on some milkweed plant, just to say hi.

Precious gifts come on many shapes and forms, they aren't around too long, take time to play with your children, talk to them,  No matter how old they are, they came from you, just because you cut the physical cord at birth, doesn't mean they aren't without your love, your arms around them, they still need your time, your shoulder to cry on.

Time is lost, love, teachings, nurturing, hugs are lost,
Those things don't cost a cent, yet they are forever heartfelt,
Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone, don't wait til another time is free, whatever is keeping you from connecting with your loved ones, it doesn't compare with making your child smile, laugh, giggle, love is forever, money is lost, love your children today, now, take that walk, hold that hand, they will fill your heart to the brim, and that is something that you will never lose, and much more meaningful than a wallet full of money will ever show off..

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015

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love is the first point of HAPPY.
love is the first step to HEAVEN.
love is the first line of the HEART GARDEN.
love is the first day of the PEACE.
love is the first relation of OURSELVES.
love is the first person of our LIFE.
spread the LOVE. at last,
love will be the last point of your FAMILY.
that is LOVE.

Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014

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I wanted to put myself in a space occupied by happiness
Sweet embrace of the breeze felt in the sea side of Pahut Bongao near Sanga-sanga
Everyone is happy doing the ritual of Panulak Bala’
The month to throw misfortunes that Tausug believed
Beach full of dancing waves from the sea 
Never limit the horizon of falling leaves of trees

2 January 2013
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
Sulu Archipelago

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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Green lush of green 
lush green is green
a leaf of language 
a branch of word 
a flagstone steps 

Heart of the earth is free, 
white flowers
Clean heart, 
fine arts literature
sketching art 
arable land 
planting gratitude

Green is nature 
cool breeze 
citing cloud 
loyal heart 
clarity of thinking 
for the future!

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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My Favorite Indulgence

My favorite indulgence may sound strange to you, 
But it is something relaxing I enjoy to do. 

You may be wondering what could it be, 
I'll give you a hint,  no one else is involved, only me. 

Odd as it may seem that it's a fun thing for one, 
But i go in the shower and think of the sun. 

I feel the hot water on my skin and face, 
The feeling of purity is a something I will always embrace. 

The water runs down my back and through my hair, 
I love this feeling and it's something I won't share. 

It rids me of the fast paced day that I had, 
And I always feel happy, never sad. 

When my indulgence is over and my shower is though, 
Nothing can bring me down or make me feel blue. 

This is my secret that makes me smile, 
You should try it sometime, just for a quick while. 

By: Debra Baviello
Date: January 27, 2015

Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015

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As Cupid search hearts between spaces,
 Ardently compelling hearts to be fonder,
Like forces attract and unlike ones reject.

Unlike ones sometimes  regretfully cry out:
Alas, “Our chemistries don’t quite match”!
So on goes Cupid, next victim in mind. 

Backwards he draws that huge Bow of his,
Pointing a straight Arrow never to miss,
The tender  spot with an amorous shot.

One lover’s heart stirs as the Bow quivers,
The other experiencing chilly shivers;
Feelings mounting, thoughts embracing.

They walk through the garden sided by over-hanging
Trees, with shades and shadows blending
In the cool and luxurious breeze.

Thinking of each other among green blades of grass,
There reminiscing on passed moments they shared;
Smiling and tenderly looking at both moon and stars.

Now Cupid, patiently waiting drew back the Bow
Silently striking both hearts, a single shot,
Causing an outpour of love with passion divine

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015

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I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord 
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is  to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow 
He may still be sitting in the church he loved. 
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....

Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012

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The Song of the Loner

Cut out from the rest, feeling so left out I lay my head on my hands and sigh: Why did things have to happen this way Why is it that I was denied? Denied the basic friendship, A meager ounce of which could help, To grow in thought, deed, word and spirit, To help strengthen myself. Why is it that I feel the need, To sit in the corner and cry? The cold creeps in and I’m overcome By the darkness and void of the night. I lift my head and open my eyes, The tears they blur my sight, And through hazed vision I notice a single star, A lone beacon in the sky. The clouds they part and a million other stars Come out from hidden slumber; They join with that single star to make The glow in the night sky brighter. Combined with the light of the great white moon, They light up the earth below. Their twinkle and their glimmer reflects on the pool, Of tears lying on the floor. Suddenly the truth hits me: My life was playing right before me! I realize that soon the time would come When I would not be lonely. That there would come a day when I wouldn’t have to weep In self pity and dismay; That the clouds of hate and bitterness Would one day roll away. That the love and friendship I duly deserve Would fall like summer rain Refreshing my soul and replenishing my spirit Making me whole again. Yet till that day I have to wait And learn to shine on my own. So for now I stand up and wipe away my tears; My spirit no longer forlorn.

Copyright © Samuel John | Year Posted 2010

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Missing You

Every time you kiss me goodbye,
My heart just hits the floor.
It makes me want to scream and cry,
I don't want to be without you anymore.
It may just be a matter of hours,
But to me it feels like years.
With every hour that you're gone,
My heart sheds one million tears.
I sit and visualize your face,
Your voice echoes in my ears.
I want you laying here with me,
To ease my troubles, pains, and fears.
When you're gone my smile is gone as well,
My happiness quickly fades away.
But knowing I'll soon see you again,
Gives me something to look forward to each day.
The one thing that keeps me going,
Is knowing your love for me is true.
That stops the time from passing by so slowly,
But nothing could ever stop me from missing you.

Copyright © Randall Combs | Year Posted 2015