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Details | Lyric |

Devils only walk straight lines...

devils' cannot go round corners' 
evil cannot bend- 
it is mostly found in madmen 
...in many cases
"some married men"
they all wear bare face masks, 
the evil of the deciever is located 
in their eyes...connected to a rotten 
heart...here the deceit is beating... 

..."sin salivating demon"...

they are frustrated fallen women...
predators of women and children, 

you can find them on your t.v 
preaching Christian words,... 
more lies...
the flesh of young 
they love to torture, 

another so called "Christian, politician" 
to be exact, preaching against 
child molestation, 
found himself in prison, 
for raping children,...that's a fact 

the devils work, gives lips service 
to that of a spiritual demon flirt 

none of you can be trusted, 
you are all potential rapists' 
just a matter of time 
before your a%s is busted, 
before the truths' uncovered 

you Christian 
ass holes point the finger at gays...
when you are the real reason 
why you go to church and pray 

it is not to find your faith, 
for you have none at the start, 

...for you wouldn't do
the kinds of things
that break a childs heart...

you know it is only a matter of time 
before your life falls apart ...

hang your head in shame you bastard!!!
hang your head in shame... 

you're the reason why women leave men 
why so many despise your type
the heart of this man is not be trusted... 
from experience this logic commands 

...another supposed family man...
Hiding behind his family...his wife

don't preach to me you sinner... 
all of you make me laugh... 
you won't find me in one of churches 
your mind bending cult... 
perfectly built to house sinners 
your the ones' who take it up the a#s

this so called religion
you hide behind...
you yourself a joke...

Now I could write a passage
of compassion-be a real bleeding

but as adults who are we protecting
here...the child...or these nobs
these predators...that steal
a childs innocence...a childs dreams

there is no compassion
only an abyss I cannot forgive
anyone...anyone for this...

 for these kids
a life of nightmares dark shadows
and silent screams...they'll either end up
victims...or brave courageous...
strong and determined human beings...choose a life
of love somehow become a beautiful
loving person...

for devils only walk straight lines...
in God you will repent...
in God there is no pretence...

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

Anna the Supermodel

Anna masters the art of true beauty,
starting with an undergarment of love,
then adding a chic skirt of unfettered joy,
and a sophisticated top made of pure goodness. 
She accessorizes with edgy forbearance bangles,
and pulls off a glam look with sparkling heels of peace,
which is balanced with a down-to-earth faithfulness handbag,
What?!? Yes, she surprises us all by topping it off with a tiara of self control,
Yes, Anna, you have stepped out in a style no one can deny. 

Sponsored by the Holy Spirit. 

Galatians 5:22-23 states, "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control...." 

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |


You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | List |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Queen Esther

(Esther 5: 2)

The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

But It Was Persian Law For All
That Those The King Did Not Call
Would Be Struck Down Where They Stand!

Yet Brave & Beautiful Queen Esther
Whose Godly Faith Never Left Her
To Save Her People, Entered As Planned

Because There Was A Plot
Devised In Anger So Hot ...
By That Prideful, Wicked Prince Haman

To Kill All Esther's People
Haman Schemed So Evil
But The King Didn't Know Why It Began

... Or That Esther Was A Jew
In The Line of Hebrews
Who Worship The One GOD So Grand

But There Was No Hesitation
In Ahasuerus' Heart Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held Ahasuerus' Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

I Imagine All Got Quiet
Waiting For Swords To Riot
And See Esther's Head Roll Across The Floor

But At The Sight of Her Dignity
The Scepter Pointed Implicitly
To Grant Esther Whatever She Implored

And Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In The Power of His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *

(Part 2)

Oh, And That Wicked Haman Was Hanged
And His Family Shared The Blame
But Esther's People Were Saved From Judah To Benjamin, To Dan

( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )

                    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/15/2013 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady

I have always loved the story of Queen Esther ... This is a love story that has it all - - a lovely-hearted, modest girl, (replacing a vain and arrogant queen) ... then getting royally pampered, massaged in expensive, perfumed oils, lots of clothes and jewels, winning a beauty pageant, finding true love, conflict and suspense and lastly the heroine saves the day (and oh, did I mention that she was an orphan?) ... 'Com' on Movie-Makers - we could enjoy a lot more of this ... MoonBee 

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |


Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |


When the blast was heard,
     Everyone shouted yet another terrorist attack
     On an Easter Sunday in the Taliban.
A master suicide bombing is what they called this.
Brussels, Belgium just happen yesterday.

Well they resurrect the people.
Well we hear them mourn.
Their life taken so soon,
     And not by God.

Who lives and who dies is not identified.
The demography states many will lose their lives.
This is what is idealized -
     The “bomb maker, the transporter, the landlord and the cipher”.

Revivified through memorials -
     The mourns of the dead families are heard.
Their life taken so soon,
     And not by Allah.

Yesterday is everyday and tomorrow.
    -Yet another terrorist attack on an Easter Sunday (2016) in the Taliban-!


     Rise above iniquity to be save proclaims the 'unforeseen' God.
Written March 27, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Her Worth

There is nothing on earth like a mother.
No one compares to her worth.
None have done more for mankind,
Than mothers, who loved us from birth.

Who matches her steadfast devotion?
When all others flee, who remains?
Who picks up our lives and attends us?
Who rocked all our worries away?

No physician has healed more hurts
Or given more comfort or care;
Has tended to body and spirit,
Than mother, whose touch was there.

No judge has calmed more conflicts
Or settled more cases on earth,
Than mother who daily stood with us,
Always defending our worth.

No preacher has whispered more prayers
Or poured out more tears to the Lord,
Than mothers, before we were born:
Began lifting us up evermore.

No role that I know can eclipse this;
Save Jesus my Lord who before her,
Gave Himself, full surrender like mothers
Oh the crowns upon these He’ll confer! 

Thank God for the worth of a mother,
Unsung heroes who “make” our world.
All of heaven knows what many miss:
There is nothing on earth like a mother.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.

Copyright © Jacob Dufour | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,

Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.

Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,

Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,

showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,

shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.

Written by:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |


Screw my father
that I never knew.
If you take the blame
screw you, too.
Help my family
my Mom, Grandparents, and my Brother.
Let them live happily,
and get along with one another.
When I leave
I hope people will will remember me.
I will believe.
Screw everyone who disagrees.

Let God rise
and let him take his final prize.
Let him free this earth from crime and lies.
If someone dies
I just hope someone cries.

I hope we all grow old
not cold, 
till we are ninety five.
If you're still alive
Will you remember me?
Will I be in you're memory?

Let the kids 
who used to beat me up
in the street
Kiss me 
from my head
to my feet.
When they die and go to hell,
and start to bleed.
Baptize me in their blood
cure other people with their love
this rhyme will start a flood.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

A Silent Wave

A silent wave rushing inside my heart

Your hand leading me so far we won't depart

Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far

Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.

Oh the thrill it was to hear

your voice so silent as I opened up to you

so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart

I was searching for a answer to a question for so long

there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart

Your voice Lord, in ways I never found

a silent whisper so very loud

inside my heart the silent wave replied

to me your love is so divine..

So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind

please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.

Written by:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Your Glory inside

When I lay down the night before,
I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,
I bowed down at Your feet,

I crossed over the Jordon and fell at Your feet.
I Praise You now and Praised You then,

When I woke up to find Your Glory inside,

how wonderful now when I woke to find,

Your Hand in mine,
Your my Hope Lord,

Your my desire,
My Savior,My King.

One day,when I lay my head down,

I will wake up to find,

Your Glory inside!

Written by:©Betty Bolden


All poems are copyright©!

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Classicism |

Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole

Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart

I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace

Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me

But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much

I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.

Written By:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |


Women of the world may
lead,teach and oversee.
Deborah a leader upon God’s
call and Miriam & Esther ,
females to name but three.
In later times these four 
as well,Anna,Phoebe,Priscilla
& Junia and many more;
freed by Jesus’ law.In Him
we see neither Grrek nor Gentile
male or female or the unfree.
Inspired by Gal 2:28 and Gen 2:18

Listen to me recite this and my anthology of poetry on youtube under name ichthyschiro

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

After the storm

After the storm life seems fresh

our Lord took us out of that mess

After the storm

the sun shines through

Our Lord made us brand new

After the storm

we walk in His light

things seem so bright

After the storm

people know

His love has touched us

His love is new

After the storm

we look at the sky

We praise Him for all He does

He keeps us in line

After the storm

life is nice

He is the one

whom gives us advice!

Written by:©Betty Bolden


Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Linda Evangelista

Just one is the most beautiful in the lists
both of Lindas and of the evangelists.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Like Many Other African Daughters

She was every girl’s envy 
Beautiful but pure
But now she has H.I.V
Deadly with no cure
She wonders when 
And she wonders how 
Like many other young African daughters 

It was her very first time 
A quick thrill 
She thought it not a crime 
But now she lives on a pill 
She wonders when
And she wonders how 
Like many other young African daughters 

Her parents haven’t been told
Neither does her lover know 
She is not yet that bold 
And hopes it will never show 
She wonders when
And she wonders how 
Like many other young African daughters 

There is also a baby in her womb
Who will come to the earth 
So she thinks about the tomb
And whether she should give him birth 
She wonders when 
And she wonders how 
Like many other young African daughters 

“When will I die?”
I tell her; “never” 
If she accepts Christ 
She will live forever 

“How will it end?”
I say; “well” 
If she trusts in Jesus as her friend
And drinks from salvation’s well 

I am not treating her condition lightly 
But there is a God Who loves this young woman 
And even when she starts to look unsightly 
God is still so in love with this young African 
He knows when 
And He knows how 

Copyright © Thabisile Precious Mlambo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Of the women

Pray or prey, which one was she needing?
Was it a life of a Sister?Not like one with siblings.
But of the women who had a cloak like material draped over their heads. 
Holy particles falling off their blinking halo. 
Causing their throats to react to the dust like sin of their former sisters who swore to remain united to the father, son and holy ghost.
But willingly had their pureness ripped apart and stuffed into the beaks of screeching crows whose bellies ripe and filled with the flesh of the once clean. 
A child born from sin and foolish youth, tossed away to another orphanage, another Sister. 
Pools of tears fell from the eyes of the statue of Virgin Mary who wept for the cursed boy.
But his screams and cries were much louder, while “Anosis” was branded and carved on the flesh on his back. 
Meaning Unholy, a name given by his mother before she was dragged out of her home, yelling curses to the people who threw stones at her.Words that should have never come out of a nun's mouth, did. 
Her cries of help were heard but never answered. 
Even when they were a whisper, then no more. 
Blood soaking the dirt beneath her, creating a painting so glorious. 
That when she took her last breath, she was then holy again. 

Words Drowned In Tears Poetry

Copyright © Thaleia Greenstone | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme royal |

A Letter to all Women from all Men

Letter to all Woman from all Men

Now this is very tricky and difficult because I'm also going
to speak for those males that don't know nor will they 
ever know that they also represent men as a whole,
and for that we men are sorry and their actions do effect
"Manhood" in its entirety every man and just like our
inheritance from Adam we as men must pay an obvious 
everlasting and ever rising toll.

While so not true right ? So it seems,
just bear with me as I explain a day
in the life of the man of your dreams,

Your attracted to him and he's handsome but a man's man
non the less, he works hard for what he wants and for his
other half in search of or in finding he knows would be
Love and Life at its best.

First it's a challenge to even be kind to you without being deemed
and while showing no sign of insincerity insincere,
and yes we are human so it's extremely hard sometimes to
understand what exactly you are thinking or doing
so please be clear.

But after much thought could it , might it, may it really be true ?,
that this day alone maybe 50 men already graced your ear and
at this point you could care less what I say or do ?

So erase your pain and ease your mind for this man please because
he's wondering if there's intellect accompanying what he see's immense
beauty and if so try and keep you near and if you do leave him your number,
was their even time to see him for him and sense the connection and not
assume another blunder, defined as a stupid mistake, because in my mind
at that point walk away with the sincere remnant of seeing something
hollow or fake.

That is if I'm sincere and not superficial and go off looks,
but require depth not necessarily that of books, but you express from
something deep down inside not the cranny's or nook's but the real not topical
you now let's take my description deeper for something better and realer and 
not social media or dating site view.

But keep in mind I'm representing man and so will try and keep this short,
and through so many things like Love, happiness, pain, loneliness,
relationships, and age to choose the right words and keep it simple I 
must sort.

If the beauty and intellect match and before we later declare Love and
together the world we will finally catch, we will tell each other our secrets 
in getting to know each other and hopefully earn the elusive sentiment or
quality trust and hopefully match.

We think it's not visible but yet it's so clear, while we all wear the hurt and pain from past relationships like in the eyes you can see despair and in 
the actions and mind from the heart comes forth fear.

Are we supposed to just not try because trying too hard makes us look weak,
or is it a matter of us not thinking but knowing your wrong and that this man you've hoped for ,for so long and now he's here to never be scared 
or hide and no longer wants to seek.

A real man wants a real woman and we will both come with flaw's and all,
the saying's it will never be easy no one said it would be and never run, depart or sleep angry, but make it clear who you are ,where you stand
and what you want then don't flee but stand tall and you will succeed
with no maybe.

Here's the difference as a man he will accept or coward and not being a real man say something forgetful and just walk away, so women you know
about the real man and what he goes through regarding a woman 
he's into on any given day, and let it be clear that the number one destroyer "communication" or lack their of does not have to rule anymore
but be upfront and open and may it begin for both parties finally how about next month no rain it's perfect May.

Now I hope this makes sense for it's simply original thought to Women from the depths of a Man's heart and mind it's now been written and not in the sand, for it has already been written that no matter what hurt or faults we carry between us our faults can not stop Gods plan.

Copyright © W... Truth | Year Posted 2017

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Mother Mary's Motherhood

The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from Eternal God
True Eternal God from True Eternal God

Mother Mary is truly the Mother of God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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By Street Cries

Lord I wake up to the day you made correct my ways what I say way I say 

Sun rays in my face I ask peace and grace bless where I stay  

Direct my relay life opposite of easy please believe me time leads me to ghetto sleezey hood rat breezey wanting to please me

Can I get a Godly lady correct spiritually kingdom mentality not just theology faluse prophesies 

Honestly please let her be emotionally free praying bend and knee 

No x rated speech or tv nice smelling body never found in parking lobbies

Low self-esteem displaying half necked sloppy hobby off liquor and molly

Where's the party mass following copy

Let her speak properly no mockery
faith choppy worldly philosophy sent as a gift not to stop me 

Accent destiny soulful recipe feed the hungry tiding money 

Physically stunning sweet as honey loving

Giving all or nothing life deeply running

Standing for more than something

Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2017

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Society tends to identify you only by your condition
Never by your name just by attrition
Unwed mother, crack addict, HIV carrier or whore 
Never calling you by your name just labels evermore 
Now there was a woman who was bent over
And in pain for eighteen years
As the devil had taken control of her body
And given her the spirit of tears
But comprehend that everything bad doesn't 
Come from the devil's due
Sometimes your condition stems from issues
That are caused by you

Women of God arise stand up and be strong 
Stop allowing the devil to keep steering you wrong 
There's work to be done in God's kingdom 
And we need to do our part
And not allow the enemy to keep tearing us apart
We need to be delivered from our conditions, issues 
And strains
By allowing God to come in and take away our pain
We need to be delivered from our own bad behavior
To be made whole and healed by Jesus the Christ 
Our Savior

Women of God arise with intentionality 
Now to stand tall with a spiritual mentality
No longer to be crippled by things from your past
To let go and let God lift you up at last
No longer to let your mother's indifference 
Continue to make you trip
No longer to let your sexual abuse
Color your relationships 
It's time to move forward towards the heavenly throne
Women of God arise walking with God now never alone

To be healed from the hell that has swallowed you whole
To arise out of the abyss of despair that dank, dark hole
Letting a supernatural release
Lead to a supernatural increase 
Moving in the right direction that woman
Gravitated towards Jesus the Christ 
She faithfully responded to the Savior 
And He forever changed her life
Jesus destroyed the enemy's power
That had taken control
Jesus laid hands on her
And lifted her crippled soul
Women of God arise stand bold and correct
Walking with intentionality now spiritually erect

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2017