A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013
Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
“I understand. I really do.
I admit it. I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try. You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there. Your place is here”.
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must. You must. It’s do…or die”.
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.
Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help
And always stand right by”.
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped Man’s eyes hadn’t lied.
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt;
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us
an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen
hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd
We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us
having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart
God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Copyright © Meghan Palmer | Year Posted 2013
I have the shape of the institution.
Each email address is a human.
They are known by their words and actions.
The whole wide world is just a fraction
of all I do not know. Expansion
and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation
on existence, non-existence, creation
and duration. I have no explanation
for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations
or artificial classification.
More I do not know: locomotion
by combustion, electron separation
and transportation via superconduction
which supports the idea of the unified nation.
What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation
a useful restraint on overpopulation.
The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion
must be rationed, conjured, a fiction
about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station
truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations
the temporary citizens enact visions
dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations
to in the end receive in annals honorable mention
from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
The Family Tree
The Family Tree has arm, that stretch out far and wide,
From each arm stems a legacy, which can never be denied,
Also affixed, are veined leaves, with DNA inside!
Tab labels index the status, of ones’ lineage,
Relationships, births and deaths, all captured in the images,
With heredity from Mom and Dad, adding to the percentages!
The trunk supports the body, of the Family Tree,
Its’ strong base houses layers, each one with its own beauty,
A pillar of strength on display, a sight for all to see!
There’s knowledge, skills and wisdom, deep inside its roots,
Nourished by culture and history, of it ancestral fruits,
And at the top of the Family Tree, sits the Patriarch all astute!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/12/15
Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015
For nine months I carried you beneath my heart
Felt you growing and moveing, feeling such Joy
Eagerly awiating your arrival, knowing you will soon
The day you were born was filled with happiness
As I held you in wonder, my little miracle, my little babe
Counting toes and fingers, seeing your little face
Love just bursting from my heart as I just gazed
I watched you grow in time, first smile, first tooth
Crawling, walking then running, always curious
Holding your hand walikng you to school on the first day
Taught you to ride a bike, picked you up when you fell
Kissing the hurt away, just to see you smile that pretty smile
Seeing you grow and mature, into a young adult
Starting high school, learning to drive, dating
Now here it is juinor year, one more year and your gone
To test your wings, to fly away and learn even more new things
I hope my love is enough to guide you on your way
To give you that sense you can do anything you set out to do
Always remember that I love you and you are my little one
May 5th Written for my beautiful daughter
Copyright © Teresa Lindsay | Year Posted 2013
Sisters are meant forever, so they say
only, I have a little sister god sent my way
she is my friend through all life's troubles
and my guide through the rough and shallow wails
I didn't choose to love her this much
but I did so, with God's almighty touch
I have an older sister, God had previously sent
but we never became the friends that we were meant
so birth alone, does not bond siblings
but the truth here is ever so clear
I grew to love my baby sister dear
many of brothers too fill up my heart
but, still it's only young Tammy I can not be apart
no one else has such control over my heart
22nd of September 2016
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2016
I Love the elderly
so full of history
I love my generation
who kept me a mystery
I love the children
who's future, now bright
for I have died for them
to capture the light
for i understand
pain more than ever
once I released it
the anger got better
as it went away from the people
and into my music
without a single
reason to prove it
without a reason
to let Love's light in
I didn't, it found me
and lesser I sin
God and my father
both let me know
it would all be okay
so very long ago
even tho the road
would be full of pricks
even back then I'd tell them
you can all suck my dick.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
I have kept him there safely, each and every day
Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
A mark of a book, a devils open handing
A demon to help me through troubles and fears
A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
But I think my favorite time is where leers
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013
Once God was in crafting mood,
He had to gift something precious to the world.
And the Imagination Bee had gone far to play.
The God was blank.
So he took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.
Then the God combined these qualities.
And there was nothing more to add.
He looked at it,
And knew His masterpiece was complete.
He called it ... Dad,
And sent it on Earth.
Copyright © Panchatapa Chatterjee | Year Posted 2014
There are proud people “coming out!”
Yet, they have no idea what real life is about!
Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing.
Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning!
I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide!
I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride!
Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast!
But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost!
Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned!
Jesus told us; “you must be born again!”
Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.”
Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of!
But God reached down to where I was standing!
And filled my life with his peace and understanding!
The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me!
His power alone is what can truly set me free!
I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul!
I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know!
I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT!
By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought!
For each step you take to God… He takes two!
Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU?
A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking!
Come now! And receive HIS life!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
a seed i will plant
for the next generation
to extend the roots....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days
Emund is busy
partners who’ll put
him to the test.
His pedigree line
has proven with time
that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay;
there is not enough
food for them all.
They dip and they
weave as they mingle
that each has a
With his reputation,
there is no
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin.
Others move to the
side as he leaves
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
He matches her mood.
His movements are
as they twist and
twirl in their
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
With steps that are
light he glides to
he meets her, bows
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
It matters not
whether we all stay
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
to deliver these in
your own way.”
After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect,
so with care he
covers every one
He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure
as he, turns each
egg every three
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.
The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
This egg will be
food for his hungry
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
He’ll sit day and
night until the
He knows, that time
to be continued...
Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012
The Warmth Of
and raspberry jam
Beef stew, salmon
pie, and egg rolls
out of ham
Quick party foods
and a hunters
Castle cake, feather
bed, and little
trees for Christmas
Cakes of Dolphin,
Smurf, and Muno
Doll with thousands
Baby items, aprons,
and dresses to sew
You can make your
own maple syrup, you
and Christmas logs
are a craft
make bird food is
always a laugh
sugar, and chocolate
Banana oatmeal, no
Deer meat lasagna
and savory stuffed
Leftover turkey meal
with stuff off your
candy apples, and
nature hunt fun
creative cakes and
rolls of cinnamon
More is in store and
waiting for you
By: Doris Anne
Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014
RICH IS THE BLOOD!
A witch has capabilities to get me if I am curse.
God knows she can scare a stone in his or her godly works.
However, the road I travel leaves her flabbergasted.
Her spells and portion becomes acid.
The water from the rain shrinks her head into a grue fuse.
The eyes in the back of her head become a muddle puddle.
Culmination tarns, when another Great Lake forms.
A warlock is her next-to-kin, or might he be her husband?
On the lagoon, sits a village of huts.
The anger of passion can make all combustible.
Meres form in the fire trucks.
The hoses swarm around as a flood.
Insurance rebuilds the village of huts into a majestic megalopolis.
Aplomb all are in their Heliopolis.
In a paroxysm, drives the Papadopoulos family.
Making a wrong turn ended them at their home in Megalopolis.
Not a difference was seen and they never return to their origin.
They are fifth generation now with family throughout the universe.
Their blood has made real children for all.
Revelation of the witchcraft has evolve.
The witches and warlocks of Megalopolis control and solve all created
PENNED ON AUGUST 20, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul
With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want
Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother
Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all
They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash
And dust that filled the air
Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor
Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.
She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister
She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world
She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in
As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags
She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless
As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear
She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength
Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest
Till this dander evil king is no more
She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain
Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
Grown with a poisoned mind
Dirty and loaded with rubbish
I am always prepared for a run
To disappear and to vanish
For those around who expect
Routines to adjust
Though paths are to clash
Despite blood that relates
And similar faces
Minds that are poisoned
Are loaded with rubbish
And are not to adjust
Copyright © Liva Evita Nagle | Year Posted 2014
Young Jesi Naomi channeling Trish Roland
incarnate professedly. Hour: you dead now?
Tuba bongo blues like a freight train serenade
in the American night. You slammed life against
the wall, slammed it. Drank it down
with booze stained splinters and mop handle blues.
Guitar licks and microphone screams,
taste like swill and Lysol. If nausea
Permeates your pours, belt it out
From the reaches of your bosom. You
Never played the possum.
I can’t wait for summer or autumn.
Copyright © Stephen Barry | Year Posted 2015
As We Cry In The Darkness
We cry in the darkness, the echoes cast
a shadow on the things that never last
Tears eat into our souls, our hearts wept
dreams brought sadness even as we slept
The Hand of Fate, O' what great mystery
death and destruction mankind's history
Lost in blackness that covers man's all
our screams echo back on us as we fall
Light, if allowed will pierce this gloom
we should not race blindly to our doom
Purpose of life can be harness for good
yield not to the plea of, if only I could
Raise sails to set ship onto a new trail
a journey that races ever away from hell
Faith embraced sends wind that so bless
Demand true love, never settle for less!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2014
note: The blind see only darkness ahead.
Once eyes are opened we see light of truth
We find true love is purpose of life instead.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
A million men marched;
I merely asked for one, though.
God said of it, "Be."
Copyright © Mark Morris | Year Posted 2015
Yeh ghar na chheeno, jahan bachpan guzra hai..
Yeh ghar na cheeeno, jahan bitaya ek arsa hai...
Yaha dekha humne har khushi har ghum hai
Phir bhi jaane lagta kyu abhi kuch kam hai..
Abhi ruk jao, kay kuch lamhe or bitane hain
Mere bhai behen bhi to laut kar yahin aane hain...
Is ghar ko maa baap ne sincha hai
Ek nanha bhai bhi to yahi mila hai
Is ghar ko na chheeno
Kay yahi ek ek sapna buna hai..
Yeh ghar abhi na chheeno
Kay bhai isko puchega
Naukri par hi to gaya hai
Laut kr kya woh sochega..
Bachpan ki yaadein yahan basti hai
Meri maa inse hi to hasti hai
Baap mera ek ek lamha dhundega
Yeh ghar hai hamara, na koi kagaz ki kashti hai
Woh carrom ki mehfil, woh chhoti baato pr jhagadna
Phir woh badmashiya, phir woh abbu ka daantna
Bhai ki shirt me thande paer dalna
Phir uska woh khoob chillana...
Ek dusre ki bado se shikayat lagana
To kabhi jhoot bol kr ghalti chhupana
Yeh sab bohot tadpayega
abhi yeh ghar na chheeno
Kay ghar bohot yaad ayega...
Thhoda thehar jao, ek lamha or guzar jayega..
Hum khud chale jayege, jab dil zara sambhal jayega
Hamara ghar abhi na chheeno
Kay ghar bohot yaad ayega..
--Saba I Khan
Copyright © saba khan | Year Posted 2016
When walking a path that you wish to take
A memory of love that never was a mistake
Holding hands with the most of caring person
Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson
Now you share and grow to care for another
And you have created a family with no other
It shows through generations that you have virtue
Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true
The image of both of you comes to make a new
A new creation of a reflection of you
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
Beauty Beyond The Skin
Beauty in the ancient past must have been far more than skin deep and a sight for sore eyes
Every person, place, and thing in the entire universe was unmarred, unscarred, and undisturbed
Animals roamed freely, being at peace with each other; never having to kill or be killed for survival
Unlike our present world of savagery and misery; of insecurity and incivility, that we have come to know
Time heals all wounds they say; so let’s take hold of the hands of time while there is still time
Imagination of the portrait that God painted with His creative hands, helps erase the ugliness
Families ever intact; fortunes not idolized; food enough for all; fleeting fame, never to be worshiped
Until we all learn to love for who we are, as simply God’s creative beings, we will never experience beauty
Love never fails; it will never hate; it does not boast itself; it builds up others, and wishes the best for them
12302015(PS Contest with the theme of “Beautiful”)
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
In here it is dark but warm
I hear a voice, it is near yet far
I may be small in form,
But I am why they are.
Near her heart I lay,
I won’t be unknown to her for long
I am a work of art they say
I may yet be tiny, but my heart beats strong
I was knit in her womb by a great King
My tiny home has grown with me
By now I am known; joy, I bring
My ears hear of who I am to be
The light comes fast
I am scared now
Warmth comes to me at last
A soft touch I feel on my brow
Warm arms hug me close
I hear her voice
A touch on my nose, then my toes
I am His choice
Into her arm I am curled
She is warm and soft
I smile, hello world
Copyright © Abby Ratterman | Year Posted 2016
Listen to me and I will take you on a joinery with me
ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN UNDER HIS CARE
When I was seven I fell on a glass the cut was so bad the doctor told mom and dad
I would never use my left hand again
My mom placed a rubber ball with a rubber band on it in my hand the day the stitches came out she told me to squeeze and never let the ball fall
HE GAVE ME BACK THE USE OF MY LEFT HAND
When I had a wreck and I was two months pregnant he wrap his hand around me
my truck flip three times and I black out I didn't have on a seat belt and everyone
knows who has ever been in a flip that the vacuum it creates as it happens well he gave me the strength to not only hang on I bent the steering wheel with my bare hands the man who tow our truck told my husband he didn't want to make me mad not after seeing what I did to the steering wheel I told him it wasn't me all I remember was crying out to god above please protect my baby and he did the rest when I woke up their was blood every where and I thank god I was alive and prayed if my baby was no long with me it was ok I was alive and I would understand that this wasn't in his plan but when I made there
HE NOT ONLY SAVED MY BUT AND MY BABY
It took a year of hard work to walk again but me and my baby took our first
steps together now this is not the end of the story he is still with
HE TOOK ME THRU MY BRAIN CANCER/SURGERY
Now what a ride I found out at 42 that I had a tumor in my right front lobe
in the brain this is where all memory is stored from childhood and all you learn in school you get where I am going with this so I have got so of it back but not all
I watch while they did my brain surgery how do you ask
I WAS WITH HIM HE HAD HIS HAND ON MY SHOULDER AND I KNEW BEFORE THE DOCTOR TOLD ME HE DIDN'T GET IT ALL
HE TOLD ME BELIEVE IN WHAT I SAY IT WILL BE OK
Now the research show 11.6 years with all that I did but I believe in what he told me it will be ok I am now in 8.6 years and I WILL BE THE RESEARCH
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
There Is Another World
There is a panther in my back pocket that does hides
sometimes leaping out to slash and take other's sides
When necessary I unleash it's great power and rage
woe and tribulation then reigns supreme upon that stage
There is a tiger in my heart waiting to be set free
turn it loose as my soul eats fruit from life's tree
As new love arrives I keep it held in very deep check
nevering allowing it's power to cause another wreck
There is a kitten in my soul that yearns to truly love
pure milk it drinks and sings like a beautiful dove
As it plays and gives back far more that ever it takes
healing my worries , ever so deeply tragic heart aches
There is another world that gives those gifts to me
Coxing forth kindness and goodness from my life tree....
Robert J. Lindley, 06-20-2014
I've been told that I am a walking talking contradiction.
A man that swings from gentle to bad. Some of that is
true but only because of the great many spiritual battles
I have surely had.. Today, I've slain the Dragon, so mighty
is it's roar in defeat.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
begins with abuse
from an angry seed
a heart starts beating
the rape victim
carries a child
she taught me to love
not always easy
wanting to be loved
not just baggage
waiting for a smile
I love you for you
thankful for mom
she chose me
believing in life
deserves a chance
Edward J Ebbs- Feburary 19, 2017
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2017
I do not know?
“Proof of God’s Love” (The first Rosetta Stone)
The Rosetta Stone is slab of granite that man wrote one decree in three languages . When it was found it was so amazing and declared one of man’s greatest discoveries…it was the key to deciphering the a lost language of the Egyptians … it took highly trained scientist more than 20 some odd years to painstakingly recover what it said to their best of their knowledge.
This how much God Loves us…a child born between two; first drawn together by the sight of one-another, then sadden when language cannot enhance and insure with words what their eyes, hands and blushing faces are saying, are God's Loving, Living, Rosetta Stone.
God did not want language to be the reason why a person does not have true love…so that's why he gave our children the ability to take in any language spoken to them. They are able to translate and distinguish the difference with proper Grammar and pronunciation with no schooling or effort.
The whole translation would be done and available in 5 to 6 years stress free out the mouth of their gift from God their child.
That is proof of God’s Love…and understanding that is more amazing than a rock someone wrote on…not say it wasn't a cool find…but God is Cooler than anything Man will ever find, unless it is Him.
Written By: Anthony "BamBam!!" Thomas
I'm trying to open eyes ... our lives and the lives of those that are not yet here are enslaved by the what we call life... blind to what realy matter
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Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2014