If I had only one day left with you,
I would ask that day be in God's own time,
one day, a lifetime, every moment
an expression of love,
every hour a new adventure.
twenty four hours to slowly pass
with you at my side,
a never-ending dream,
always giving thanks,
one day left with you,
would be eternity.
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
He is above us in the clouds
run through the fields and speak of thee
He will grow roses
I will be the stem of the roses
for I shall never leave your soil
You will be the tree I grow beneath
and he will be our rain.
Copyright © Andrea M Christian | Year Posted 2010
Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.
The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.
Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.
As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.
Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.
Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.
Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.
Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.
Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.
Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.
As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.
I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam
Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014
‘ A Man After God's Own Heart … ’ 1 Sam. 13: 14
A Man, After His Own Heart …
That’s What The Almighty God Said
A Man, After His Own Heart
That Scripture, I’ve Understandingly, Read …
God Chose David …
Not Just For His Beautiful Eyes
Or His Bright, Ruddy-Smiles
Nor His Age, or Form, Nor Size …
but, God Chose David
because His Ways, Were Godly-Sure
and His Hope, Was Godly-Pure
and in His Heart, Was Godly-Fear…
and There Ain’t Nothing Here, More Handsome
Than A Man, With A Godly-Heart
They, Can’t Even Capture That Winsome
Sight, in any, Man-Made Works-of-Art
So, All You Guys Out There…
Good-Looking In Your Masculinity
Remember… A ‘Good’ Woman, Will Care
and Want You For: ‘ Your Pact-With-Divinity’
and She Will Be Plum-Pleased and Proud on Her Part
to Call That Man Her Own
‘Cause With A Man Akin to God’s Own Heart
She Knows, She Can’t Go Wrong …
( Wow ! …. A Man After His Own Heart … )
Keep Moving Forward … Becoming Sons of God – Wow !
And before anybody get their Tongues-Twisted
For John Moses Freeman/ This Dedication is from: Friend to Friend
( No Flirtation Intended and Batteries Not Included (smile)
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009
Me with you and you with me
You are what set me free
Together we can face our fear
Our love can take us any where
You make my world complete,
Together always you and me.
Through sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
We are unstoppable
But so loveable
Without any reason
Anytime or any season
We love each other,
Care for one another
Together forever in harmony
Once we are together things fall into place and we are happy
In anger or in kindness
Whether all seeing or in blindness
Together we are strong
Loving hearts keeps us young
Yes now my dream has come true
Now I can be happy and be with you
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2010
Let us pray this very day, that God will surely come our way, to
give us wisdom and knowledge from above, but most imporrtant his
precious love. Oh give praise to God everyday for helping us along the way.
His love for us is so real, it is the kind of love that helps us live. We share
his grace, love and his power all of this and more because he loves us so.
Why be miserable, sad and blue? when you should be giving praise to God who
loves you. Why not praise God from the moment you rise, to thank him for
Praise God for love he shows everyday, no matter what we do or say, God loves
us anyway. He blesses us daily with gifts from above, food, water, air, all of
this let us know he really do care. So why not praise God for his love, so
jump, and shout, praise God without a doubt. So let's praise God for his love.
Copyright © Shirley Long | Year Posted 2012
In his eyes I see tomorrow
he is the holder of all my time
like beautiful stained glass
holding rainbow colored sand
His touch is healing and divine
like the warmest sun
in summer time
his words are like seashells
As they call out to lovers in the ocean
drifting along the tide to sandy beaches
he has found me anchored to him
holding me with his soft sensual kiss
I see the moon in mid-day now
shining right beside the sun
they over came the obstacles
of all the storms on the run
We are in the eye of the hurricane
where the sky is beautiful all day
enjoying our mystery
to the rest of the worlds dismay
He is the ink that now flows from my quill
I am the tapestry the ancients could never fill
together we are a master piece designed with our love
we are the ones who are well endowed in love
Stained glass masterpieces.
art inked with sand from above
two beautiful lives filled with God in trust
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013
Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.
Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.
Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.
Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him
Condemned to go on without her,
Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale
In a language without words.
And something breaks
In that moment when she gently folds
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.
Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
And waters run clear beneath the snow.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2013
Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Your love is
quite sensational –
Your laughter tastes
like spring-time rain
Your tears smell
like sweet lemon flower petals
Your voice looks
Your heart sounds
like exquisite violin and harp concertos
And your eyes!
Your eyes feel
like early autumn sunset’s amber-gold lengthening glow
Oh, my love, your love
is entirely, completely,
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007
Bed covers rustle;
He rolls close,
His warmth arriving first
with the scent of soapy freshness on his beard.
He strokes my cheek.
Lips brush lips;
Receptive to his sweet, sleepy breath
my lips move to him.
The kiss arouses, our souls
surface, touch, smile,
Parting on the whisper,
Good night my love, good night.
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2007
I watching the sunset somewhere
oh my but it does look lovely
if I were a criminal
the police will probably bug me
darling I’m coming home to you
so come and hug me
go on sleep my wife
I’ll watch over you
because I am your hubby
I’m glad I promised
I will be rid of the bubbly
yes it brought quite a bit in me
the good ,the bad
and the ugly
this is the end of the story
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)
Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,
they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.
They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,
and white was right in South Africa back then,
but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,
you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.
You, my mother, would not, could not break,
You stood firm, you stood tall.
You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.
You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,
the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,
my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,
by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.
You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.
You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,
you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,
you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.
Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,
all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.
I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,
the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.
I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,
you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,
of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.
I salute you!
(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | 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
Come one come all my ex for sale
His underwear being sold in bale
Naked on the block
Glad he is defrock
His chest shows fear at the exsale
Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2012
The wind blows,
The night melody flows.
We dance away under the full moon.
Our hands clinging together creating a tune.
The melody of two falling in love so soon.
The rhythm of a great bliss to me.
Our first kiss so lovely.
Anthony Scandrick II
Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012
That whole hour before you left,
I stood there and watched time fly,
that moment i dreaded was almost here,
that moment of goodbye.
I tried to make the time last,
but then the buses came,
my heart was ripped from my chest,
when you turned and walked away.
I tried to hold the tears back,
in fear you'd see I wasn't strong,
but how could i keep the tears from falling,
when half of my heart was gone.
each day is a struggle,
but yet, somehow I learn to cope,
I keep my head high and continue on,
but I never lose hope.
Pray everyday as I will,
for god to bring you home,
and keep your faith in his hands,
and remember your never alone.
My prayers will walk beside you,
I hope that brings you some peace,
I'll say a prayer for you everynight,
just before I go to sleep.
This journey will eventually end,
so keep your spirits high,
cause I know god is always there,
and my prayers won't leave your side.
Copyright © Brittany cuneo | Year Posted 2010
I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before
You replenish my reserves before it's necessary
you lift my wings up and
make me superior to my adversary
Creatively providing the exact amount of
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay
You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it
I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Love is as love does
Peace begets peace; happy day
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011
Her hands shook
as they wheeled
Had his lips
Had his body
Had he longed
for a touch
have done more
have loved him more,
needed him more,
begged him more
Her head swam
in the deafening silence
of guilt and sorrow
Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013
She chose a red scarf. The most red
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.
She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.
Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving
till she fell asleep.
she saw her Beloved Moth
flirting with a Younger Moth,
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.
The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
with a heart filled with peace.
She was not afraid no more.
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.
The Unhappy Moth was not
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.
Copyright © Doina Postolachi | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
America resides within the heart of all
Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity
Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself
Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free
America, more than land, it’s home to you and me
Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash
All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all
They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered
As they know, against us, they would never stand tall
And for all their attempts, America makes them fall
This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions
But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts
Remember and honor them by living the American dream
Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part
Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
This is not my WORLD.
You're my WORLD.
You're my EVERYTHING.
You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS,
You're my THOUGHTS,
You're my EVERYTHING.
This is not my WORLD.
You're my WORLD.
be part of my.....
*please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts (fav poem if you like)*
Copyright © Brittany Andrews | Year Posted 2010
With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009
Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.
Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.
relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.
who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.
Copyright © Haley Corthell | Year Posted 2013
Please help me get a second chance to make up for my past wrongdoing
Send me the Holy Spirit to choose the right path
Provide me Your Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit to help me better myself
Wisdom to have a deep understanding on what and how to change
Knowledge to know the reasons inside my sudden change
Counsel me to give advice in choosing to take on which direction to go to
Understanding to comprehend every situation
Fortitude to have strength to be courageous on making a stand
Piety, to be faithful and offer goodness to others
Fear of the Lord to maintain Holy Fear to God
Thank You for Your help in transforming me
I respectfully ask this in the name of Father Christ Jesus for sending me the 7 Gifts of the Holy Spirit.
(Change “I”, “me” or “myself” when praying for someone or a group.)
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)
Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Comments: Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2009
Jacob, im sorry,
I'm sorry I've lied,
I'm sorry Ive cause all the tears that you've cried.
I know I am worthless,
I'm not good enough,
But even though so you show me truest love.
I'lll work on my thinking,
I'll work on my words,
I'll work and I'll try until my heart just hurts.
I swear I'll be good,
I swear I'll do better,
Cuz baby I want you until death and after.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011