Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013
AN INTRODUCTION OF NEFREDA MARIA CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
I am Nefreda Maria Castle of the Bean People.
Today, I feel appease and pleased by the peace I see in Giantvillism.
Giant and Maddy are an ordered paired in harmony in that they are structuring a meaningful world.
My husband, Jake, and my children; Jake. Jr., Nefreda Marie, and Joseph, and I have travelled afar to this beautiful existence beyond.
We bring unity in the belief of what the future holds for all of us.
Therefore, we are prepared for the troubles that confront us and we are armed to protect and defend each home front.
Nefreda Maria begins to sing…
I am a lifespan.
I am a journey partook.
I am woman.
I am the light and the truth.
Within destiny, I strive for meaning and peace.
I am a schema of thorough belief -
A base of knowledge that breathes discovery.
I am life now and I am here to acclaim my own.
Imminently, I frame.
I am a niche in a divided space.
Proclamation of the existence of personal recourse –
I am a voice, a look, and an expression.
I am a Bean person.
In years to come and not beyond that, life will span.
The future I am not.
I am here to create a better tomorrow.
My destiny has not been perceived.
I am my creator.
Life formed for meaning.
Peace is an ideology.
I am a lifespan that endures.
I rather be rich than poor.
I am a self-image by the way I live.
Life is only a span of time.
The future is infinite.
I am here as I am now.
Bean people are limited.
Many bridges will be crossed.
Life formed to structure.
Within this medium, my life spans.
I am proclaiming my own.
My niche is well-defined.
I am a self-image refined.
Penned May 29, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013
I can act insane
But DO NOT
Make me feel worthless
I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation
Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee
I can act like an
Adult, but I’d
Prefer to have joy…
That piles upon us in our
Being childlike is
A rare beauty –
No one prizes it…
No one came across it…
In this lifetime…
I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine
Renew my young heart
Give me the ability
To kill the old man…
I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs
By my future generation
I beg of you –
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy
I’ll still have pieces of a child in me
And pass it on to my future generation…
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013
Our story begins in a galaxy far far away
On the dark chocolate side of The Milky Way
The planets all look like cookies and donuts
Boys and girls grow to be bakers and astronauts
They have five different planets that orbit two suns
Nutter is smaller and Butter is the bigger one
The first is Glazey-1 the second is Eclarian-2
Spell Heaven backwards and Nevaeh-3 comes into view
The forth is my favorite, they call it Smore-4
Most well known for it’s white melting core
And last but certainly not least is Oreo-5
It’s surface is hardest and is smallest in size
A special place for sure is this sweet solar system
Planets sparkle after a sugary rain sweetens and mists ‘em
Watch a cartoon, blow a balloon or hum your favorite tune
Or you can do as I do, and wish upon Macaroon Moon
August 12, 2015
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013
chasing the dream
falling into a scheme
screaming as I fall
nails scratch the wall
wake in a new place
hands reach and rub my face
people come to greet me
and they all agree
I'm not from this land
so they take my hand
and lead me to the queen
(who is quite mean!)
all dressed in red
from toes to head
then I meet an extraordinary man
who tells me how this world began
next to him are a mouse and hare
who go thru life without a care
that is where I meet the cat
who gives the man back his hat
a smile set upon his face
randomly appearing in a different place
taking me to see a girl in white
who asks me to join the fight
against the dragon who roams
the skies above their homes
I must agree
for is my destiny
dressed in my silver suit
ready to beat the brute
his wing flap against my face
why am I in this place!?
my sword comes down in a crash
he had no time to dash
now he’s dead and I must leave
but the man grabs my sleeve
and dances a little jig
and tells me that the world’s no to big
I give hugs and say goodbye
never shall these memories die
when back at my palace
I spoke my name aloud
Copyright © Ashley Last | Year Posted 2013
That we love is unquestioned, not a point of controversy,
Our marital or partnership ring is personal and never mandatorily issued;
Youth lets us find it in order to keep and hand it on a generation,
As it symbolises our joy, contentment and exhilaration.
When we are lonely or selfish in our relationship with the other,
The ring on our finger inspires with platitudes which save,
From ourselves or society’s fashionable, glamorous glaze,
To treasure the person that we love, until we are for them brave.
When Bilbo embarked on the journey to retake his land,
He found a ring which he felt so personally attracted to,
And so kept it for the use, meaning and magic that did from it emanate,
‘Cos its semiology was his cosmology as its sign was life immaculate.
But when he approached his land, a dragon claimed it so,
Which made Bilbo consider his strategy and individuality,
And when he actioned the ring, strength was his reality:
He only had to think about or touch it, and so upheld it in supremacy.
Our symbol of the ring for love alludes to a greater ring,
A friendship ring to admire and like, and maybe to suggest and fight;
If someone’s land is his or hers, and is not, it means evil lurks,
So Bilbo invigorated love’s power to kill and vanquish this night.
Smaug the dragon held evil and torment in his breath,
Fiery and without request of light, gumption or relationship;
Bilbo even calls himself a bulgier of its world of hardship,
Slavery, murder and creatures of all-consuming darkness.
The physical ring only facilitates the person to aspire,
But in Bilbo’s time it was in danger of falling into the wrong hands,
So Bilbo allowed Smaug’s hell-pit to thus consume the golden circlet,
Such that all that was left was those who accept love’s commands.
That killed Smaug and the origin of sin and immorality,
‘Cos to posses the ring is not to necessarily to honour it,
So when Bilbo returned home from his adventure,
His life continued on in his nephew’s by his conjecture.
About Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit adventure.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
(Dedicated to my wife and children. My sincere apologies for my failures and short-comings)
As the closing of the day is nearing
I ponder the things I could have done
Picking each if I had been erring
Or had I done for purpose or for fun.
If a work that is fully accomplished
Have its merits subjected to envy
I shall gladly share my precious harvest
To help a fellow make his day.
For I couldn’t have it in my conscience
The slight guilt of being fortunate
That in the middle of my convenience
Someone has a hard time for something to get.
If by chance or valid reason
I could get a better share
For the sake of life’s old lesson
I shall give up to be fair.
That in life there are some choices
Often hard for me to make
And as the sun won’t stall in one place
With mine haste I could have mistake.
Then sooner may come chaos
By a wrong step my heart be spoiled
Can’t help but being anxious
That I might sacrifice my toil.
Albeit, let there be no one
To bear with me of my pain
Even the closest someone
Who’s been with me thru the rain.
When the nightfall finally takes over
Cancelling reasons for me to be around
Let my love stays where there is flicker
I shall have to cross the darkness alone.
Date & Time Writing:
December 7, 2011
3:45pm – 4:20pm
I've been irregular to my shop for the past several days as I had been preoccupied with various endeavors that might help augment my present business. All those constraints and pressures were not so much of a problem to me in spite of the fatigue; in fact, challenging and intellectually stimulating. What bothers me is the pain and discomfort I could hear from the love ones around me that if only I have the resources to shoulder their needs and the chance to bear the agony for their stead then I would. Such trouble led me to the writing of this poem.
Copyright © Jecon B. Nadela | Year Posted 2013
Our story begins with this little riddle.
A man and a wolf set out on a journey with a head
of cabbage and his goat
But when they get to a river's edge, he can only take one at
a time on a very small float.
So pay close attention and look for the hidden clues
some may right and some might be wrong to choose.
Now listen closely for a rumbling voice, so you can make a very wise choice.
There once was a man from Afghanistan
with his wolf, some cabbage and goat
set forth to cross the desert remote.
They trudged for days, maybe as long as a week
whew!! the smell of that cabbage wow did it wreak.
Over dunes and hills to a mountain's ledge
which lead them down to the river's edge.
Now the wolf was a master over hill and dale
but crossing the river, he would surely fail.
With cabbage as baggage and a goat that won't float
he knew in an instant, he needed a boat.
He stammered, and scratched and pondered awhile
he couldn't decipher how they could all cross The Nile
He grabbed a few pieces of floating wood
and lashed them together a tight as he could.
He stared at his float, then peered the wolf,
back to the float then to the goat, Hum?
With cabbage, wolf and goat to tote
he prayed to his God, I need a small boat.
Then all of sudden sand blew in his eye
and a rumbling voice came out of the sky;
F- E- R- R- Y
Now everyone knows that wolf eats goat
and a goat will eat anything especially cabbage.
But did you know that nothing rhymes
with cabbage and wolf, except
for wolf and cabbage blah blah blhablabage.
So there young friends the riddle is solved
if you are able to postulate.
Just carefully follow these simple steps
one, through six, seven and eight.
1. take the goat over 2. come back get cabbage
3. take cabbage over 4. bring goat back
5. leave goat 6. take the wolf over
7. come back, get goat 8. take goat over again
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
( for Nequa 1/4/02)
Although it's only been eight years,
since we first met,
Plus the 9 months you spent in my stomach,
A time , I won't forget.
That first birthday.... It came too fast,
Those little feet and hands, they made me laugh.
The 2nd birthday, it came with haste,
As you asserted your self, and claimed your space.
The 3rd birthday was here too soon,
Boy, I could have sworn it was only June!
You were four, busy and bright.
You became my purpose, my joy, my light.
Your fifth birthday was waiting in the wind.
You would become, my new best friend.
At six, a beauty, a precious jewel,
Let your heart be your guide its your best tool.
I woke up one day, and you were already seven,
My true blessing bestowed from heaven.
And now that we've arrived at the present date,
You are a little lady, at the age of eight.
So, I pray and ask God each day,
To walk and comfort you along the way.
To give you courage , wisdom and grace,
So that YOU, might make the world a better place.
Copyright © Bonita Mercado | Year Posted 2016
theyer told be bold
and santa will reload
of your toy boxes
will fill your cox
only if your good not bad
to do this you must
to them be glad
KIDS AT CHRISTMAS AND
MOM AND DAD
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013