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To the tune of "Santa Clause Is Coming To Town"

You better look up,
prepare for His sight.
The Lord will come back
some day or some night.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He's making a list.
He's paid the great price.
Who's going in route
to His paradise?
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're breathing.
He knows you need His grace.
He knows that we have all been bad,
but He died to take our place.

With bright Seraphim and bright Cherubim,
Trumpy trumpets, and drummy drum drums,
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're weeping.
He offers His embrace.
He knows you like nobody else,
yet He loves you anyway.

You better not doubt.
You wanna know why?
Your life could end soon.
There's no second try.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down

by Juliet Ligon
12-01-2013

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013




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     We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh, 
     We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
     We're fat or slim, we swag and sway...
     We love like you love, and we're gay.

In morning light, you slumber still:
Familiar form against my chest,
It is your favourite place to rest.
I tickle you with senseless skill.

You make espresso, I fix bread
We yawn in unison, and smile
You dress in orange, your own style,
I love you (I already said)

     We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh, 
     We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
     We're fat or slim, brown-haired or gray
     We love like you love, and we're gay.

You push my chair, we walk the dogs
The weather nice, trees green and lush
You kiss my lips, I chastely blush
Only observed by croaking frogs

          We're not so different, 
          Can't you see?
          So don't be ignorant
          Just let us be.

     We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh, 
     We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
     We're fat or slim, we work, we play
     We love like you love, and we're gay.

***

March 18, 2017
Sponsor Laura Loo
3do place in Contest: Any Poem Written In March

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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YOU AND ONLY YOU Strewn pebbles after a tide ballet for a pause So am I when still you are not by my side but God is good that even those pebbles when slowly gathered-- spell a good use... Pieces of me I consider blues and black Gladly, you constellate: creating a mosaic no longer you settled as a friend that consoles but you built something even rusts can't corrode --------------------------------------------------------------------- Vous et nul autre, Vous et nul autre, You and only you... From smile of sunrise to weeping break of night my love, you and only you I long to have and hold I want our eyes spark then lock on same shine I want your arms' warmth wrap around mine Vous et nul autre, Vous et nul autre, You and only you... Sensing strongly tonic trembles 'neath my fingertips I wonder what God was thinking when He created you for meeting you plays a life spring in crown of trees. To commitments said with kisses drawing life's game, Vous et nul autre, Vous et nul autre, You and only you... You and only you, I want to walk with forevermore. To your eyes, your nose and then to your lips, each kiss a speech of my love and thanks for thee, my Darling this I promise to do through eternity. ___________________________________________________ ***vous et nul autre (French) - You and nobody else but I reword it to --- You and only you. ***"I wonder what God was thinking when He created you" is a line from the song WHEN GOD MADE YOU by Natalie Grant and NEW SONG*** Music to my ears poetry contest - Poetry Contest Sponsor Name - Silent One Olive ELoisa Guillermo 9:58 pm, July 31, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015




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Happy Father' s Day To All Papas In The World (Including My Husband, My father, and My father -in- law ) P.S : Christina wanted to sing Happy Fathers Day to her daddy , and to all daddies in the world So...If you care to listen, its her voice along with a youtube little song dedicated to all : ) Thought I'd post it today, because tomorrow we'll be celebrating the event, and maybe wouldn't log in..:)

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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Golly, Miss Molly, let's pop us some yummy Fill up your tummy, with Jolly- time popcorn ! Let's pop up a batch of some Jolly-Time fun! A party will start when the Jolly-Time's done ! Golly, by gum, does your microwave hum? As each kernel pops, it will dance like a drum ! An old family favorite, is as easy as that! Poppity-hoppity! Rat-a- tat- tat ! Let's pop up a batch of some Jolly-Time fun! Fill up your tummies, and eat something yummy A party will start when the Jolly-Time's done ! Buttered or not, ..always barrels of fun Kettle or plain, let's all eat it while hot ! Some like it plain, or some caramel on top Healthy to eat, and wholesome, in fact Six pack, or ten pack, and flavored to reign No other brand can make such a claim Count on the fun, and our company's name Let's grab some drinks and a movie or more A Jolly-Time's waiting.......at your nearest store !!
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Dance to the rhythm of my heart
Can you feel the vibration?
Can you feel it from head to toe?
I listen…to your melody – a gift to unwrap
It’s a healing potion to this lonely man without a roof on his head
How can You craft such marvelous miracles?

*chorus*

Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…so numb
Dare to wonder
What I dream…not like some
Break free from wretched reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…free!
Freedom has a high cost – it’s not free
Pay the price
Roll the dice
My prize to you is my love

You made me merrily sing from the start…
Can you hear me longing for you?
Can you elevate me above the disconsolate clouds?
I watch keenly at your performance – a dream come true
It’s GOOD LUCK in disguise – it took hard work, man!
How can you surprise me with your trippy talent?

*double chorus - both differentish* 

Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…so numb
Dare to wonder
What I dream…not like some
Break free from wretched reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…free!
Freedom has a high cost – it’s not free
Pay the price
Roll the dice
My gifts of expressing inner love
Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…a naughty boy who loves
To cause trouble and what not
Dare to wander
In my eloquent dreams…wrapped up in wings of doves
I deliver it to you ‘cause you’re hot! 
Break free from plastic reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…truly happy! 
Freedom is free – for us thankfully
No need to pay the price
Drop those silly dice!
My present to you is my peace I hand to you

~bridge~

We’ll rejoice all day long 
As long as we enjoy this song 
Dare to wonder
How I put it all together?
Inspiration is key – it’s like catching a light feather
And letting it float about in the swirling sky
I release my passion and write it down on paper
It’s merely a work of art –
It’s original from the young heart

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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They say that happiness is the key, 
to the best things out of all that we see. 
They are in constant pursuit, 
of the mystery that keeps them smiling, 
forgetting any bad they go through everyday. 
They keep on searching, 
running after anything promising a great journey, 
through life as they try to forget all the dreary, 
situations that befall on them constantly. 
They seek to put out the fire burning, 
deep inside their minds disturbing, 
their peace and goals they strain achieving. 
They seek the alcohol, 
drinking it all down just to quench the thirst in their souls, 
their beliefs of being happy lying at the bottom of a bottle. 
The only cure they have prescribed in their thoughts, 
taking the pain away block after block, 
taking it apart till its no more. 
Feelings of joy taking over all they do is smile, '
feelings of sorrow disappearing from deep inside,
they can feel it taking over, 
eyes full of blood none left in their brains, 
thoughts all gone they can only try to train,
their hands to hold firm the drink they placed their faith, 
in order not to miscalculate their movement when dancing, 
and end up spilling it on anybody passing. 
Their feet staggering, 
getting tired of lifting, 
the body by every passing minute. 
Alcohol meets blood now their minds are working, 
yapping all that comes to their tongues no stopping, 
no thinking just talking, 
its exciting....


till the morning, 
something is wrong his body dictating, 
nothing feels right he keep on guessing, 
looking around disturbed, 
trying to keep his eyes from focusing, 
on the light in the room curtains closed he is stressing. 
His head throbbing, 
too painful a feeling that thinking keeps him hurting.
Stomach running and that's what his feet are doing, 
running to the bathroom to release whatever is corroding, 
him inside such a horrible feeling. 
Its unbearable, 
sleep might cure it all. 
Time is all he is losing, 
energy is the only thing he needs to be gaining. 
Dirty and hungry, 
but the thought of food makes him worry, 
he needs energy but not food, such irony.
The task left to the blood to detox itself, how funny,
that it keeps him alive and he fills it with trash,
is it worth it?
Does it really make him happy?

Copyright © Edd Dino | Year Posted 2014

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The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It blows her pain away
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It makes everything okay
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

Wondrous windy days ….can take that empty shame
Lifting all the sorrow…..and blowing away the blame
The breeze shall seize her fears…..taking them away
If fallen leaves could speak…. wonder what they’d say 
Before they leave the trees…. to convey a changing way
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

I wonder if the breeze…. could remove strife that way
Making every thing better ….and mixing it with rain
The wind against your skin ….doesn’t seem like much to say
A mighty thought inside…. Procures hope finds its way
Lft your head up to the sky…let wind blow where it may
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane

Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008

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Every morning I dance naked
Singing in the morning rain.
None are there to observe my antics
None to share a laugh or pain.

Well, the angels perhaps.
I'm sure they chuckle
When I reword tunes
From the radio's knuckle.

I'll sing opera, in my strongest untuned voice
With a cast of one, and an audience the same
Oh the cat?  Yep, he's both one and none
More interested in the craziness than the game.

He'll accompany me, sometimes (singing, not showering)
And mewl in his finest voice
Mostly he just keeps me company 
'Cause he can, by choice.

So before the sun is awake
And before the sky blazes orange and the stars wane
And before my waking dreams have faded
My song resounds in my warm morning rain.

Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015

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                                              Happy to be here

                                        Is there someone you know
                                         who's dark days only grow
                             And they can't say, they're happy to be here

                                     When a bright, new day breaks
                                        but, they're afraid to awake
                             And they won't say they're happy to be here

                              And they can't say they're happy to be here

                                         There's a rainbow, it's true
                                           it's color's,   fading hues
                                    And they can't find any joy in living

                                           And a bird when it sings
                                            doesn't mean anything
                               There's no meaning in their song of beauty

                                       ooh and I feel bad for them......
                                       ooh and I feel bad for them......

                                            And their friends, family
                                          just want them to be free
                          but their thoughts, keep them enchained, in prison
                          
                                      When their hands and their feet
                                          have been bound endlessly
                                    and their only companion is sorrow

                                             And a new day is born
                                             but they feel so forlorn
                                 and the voices just bellow with laughter

                                And they can't say their happy to be here
                  
                                        oooh and I feel bad for them
                                        oooh and I feel bad for them

                                               Every day is a task
                                         so they put on new masks
                            so that no one can see,  they've been crying

                                            Like the tears of a clown
                                             when no one is around
                               How can anyone know what they're feeling?
                             
                                         oooh and I feel bad for them
                                         oooh and I feel bad for them

                                           And they say there's a pill
                                             but they haven't the will
                                   they say no pill, can fill, all their empty

                                              So they live day to day
                                         and they hope and they pray
                               Please forgive me God, for what I'm thinking
                                                
                                           oooh and I feel bad for them
                                           oooh and I feel bad for them

                                             So you go the next day
                                        want to wipe their tears away
                               but, you get there, far too late, to save them

                                           oooh and I feel bad for them
                                           oooh and I feel bad for them


                                        They     just     couldn't      say, 
                                                    they're    happy    
                                                             to  
                                                             be   
                                                           here!




John Derek Hamilton
September 06,2016








                                       









                           








 

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

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Kiss me love. 
Kiss me baby, I don't give a shit about what they say.
I don't give a damn what they think and am not ready to educate them on how to think about you.
Baby when they are talking just kiss me, when they feel like we should not be together just kiss me. If u are to scared I will.
When they say your boyfriend is dull, tell them his better than their ex, even their new one is not a chance. 
Kiss me baby, kiss me let them know we make love, kiss me let them know we are couple. 
 On a sunny day if u walking by and then it raining all of a sudden but u forgot to pick a cover, think of me I will shield u at the moment. 
But when their words are getting much just tell me.
If u can't handle it just call me. 
I can break jaws I don't give a damn, I will fight for u like no man does. 
I will make u pretty like no has, ur ex will regret leaving u but then it too late. 
Kiss me, just kiss me, no don't look, don't look at them they are haters if u still can still see them just kiss me. 
Let do it open, let show them how much I love you.
It won't work they say, let kiss in public so they will know we kiss in public, perhaps when I feel the softness of ur lips touching mine, I will go to another world for sure.

Copyright © Christian adeyemi | Year Posted 2017

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I was honestly happy before we met,
there is not reason for me to regret...
I love the sunrise that begat this sunset;
and the feelings you will never forget.

Soar the skies and snug the silent stars,
I will be right here scratching unseen scars
while you walk away with a platter of nectars.
I pray you keep the cookies in the jars.

I know you will one day look back...
only to find me on a new track.
Your lying lips was our only setback...
I wish you will discard that stained sack.

There is no reason for me to retaliate...
Our relationship was a date with fate.
I will always love you my heart mate...
Your apologies will never be too late.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2017

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MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS 

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

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We made love, and then we fell in love
Not knowing what it really was…
Love’s just not a dream, a home, kids, pets and things..
But it allows us to see the beauty they bring

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you want to shout it out
That you don’t have a clue, and you're real unhappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
If momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy

Your twenties and your single friends were running short
Maybe you had a wish to be free from the sport
Of choosing a mate that some call soul
Not leaving it to fate to take its toll, hey hey..

You’re a great companion, a lover, and a mom
But you’re hiding emotions that if don’t come unstrung
Will overshadow the good and the joy in your life
I pray you’ll find peace somewhere in all the strife

But there’s one thing that I learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you need to shout
I don’t want to sound like I’m down or sappy, but…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
If she ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy

The new you is looking for some validation
Not just merely for peer admiration
Something all yours, made on your own
I’m with you all the way, you always known..

I live with the fear I’m just along for the ride
I think you’re leaving me, tough thing to hide
I want you to know its breaking parts of me away
To see you so distant each and every day

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you need to shout it out
That you don’t have a clue, and you feel real scrappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
I said if she ain’t happy, nobody’s happy

Everyone has days that some call blue
I’m here to listen with an ear that’s true
I still make you laugh, its important to say
You can make your own mark without drifting away

Our kids, dogs, and even our horses too
Are joyful souls because of me and you
I often picture what our twilight years’ll bring
Two old lovers laughing, not too serious a thing

There are some things we should never be without
Family, God’s love, we should shout it out
You always have my heart, I pray your dreams come true
You can count on me, you know I love you.. I do

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond any doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you want to scream and shout
That you don’t have a clue, and you're real unhappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy…
Momma please be happy, i pray you’ll be happy…
Momma please be happy, i pray you’ll be happy…

Copyright © Shawn Sackman | Year Posted 2010

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Here's a little poem God wrote;
You might want to learn it quote for quote;
Don't worry, be happy.
My child cast your cares upon Me.
Get rid of all the anxiety;
Don't worry, be happy.
Sometimes life gets a little deep,
Give it to Me, I neither slumber nor sleep.
Don't worry, be happy.
If you can't sleep 'cause stuff is on your mind;
Get in My Word and you will find,
Don't worry, be happy.
Think on things just and on things pure,
And you will find that this is the cure.
Don't worry, be happy.
There is not anything that I can't solve.
So please let Me be involved.
Don't worry, be happy.
Ask Me, ask Me, pray, communicate,
Don't be a hater, participate.
Don't worry, be happy.
So if you've got something that's just too hard,
Trust Me, trust Me, I AM GOD!!
Don't worry, be happy.




Ispired by Bob Marley's Version
Penned in August 2001

Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015

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I remember the days they were born
Both in March, cold and rainy yet we were warm
Me a new dad and my love a new mom
Not knowing what to expect, trying to be calm

Jarret was the first, it was March 25th
Time seemed to linger, our long wait was no myth
But when he decided to take his first look
We both cried at our miracle, as if from a book
It’s the simple things, oh… the simple things

The next time we were old hands, but still a little scared
Wondering how it would turn out, our strength shared
The doctor and nurse seem to show no worry
When that heart monitor slowed down in a hurry
But then Anna came so quick on that March 29th 
Our surprised little doc, still had her sweater on tight
It’s the simple things, oh… yeah, the simple things

The years go by fast, as everyone says
Somehow you don’t pay attention until, there it is
The first time he and I walked to our fishing hole
My buddy and me, him carrying his little pole
Jabbering away about the big one he’d catch
Me hanging on his every word, knowing this moment would be hard to match 
It’s the little things, man I mean the little things

She was a cute little bug, always holding a kitty, puppy or such
She with her happy heart, I love her so much
The first to make friends with whomever she met,
Her big brown doe eyes are hard to forget

The next thing I knew he’s taller than me 
With a voice as deep as the old man in the sea
His single word answers to questions left me craving more
It’s tough on a loving dad, but I know the score

She sings, oh.. how she sings wherever she goes
Our happy heart may someday star in the show
Later I pick her up and hear how the game went
Just listening to her joy, me ever so content
It’s the little things, those simple little things

I’m sitting in the car, waiting for school to abstain
‘Cause I don’t want him to have to walk home in the rain
He jumps in, looks at me and says, thanks pop
You know I love you, and that’s non-stop

It’s life’s little things…just these little things
It’s life’s little things…just enjoy the little things..

Copyright © Shawn Sackman | Year Posted 2010

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Christmas was coming around  again I was so happy I could not wait to go to 
sleep and wake up in the morning, the tree smelled so good it was cut with our 
own hands and drug through the woods.
Finally" it was morning I went into the living room I had a rag doll, one candy 
cane stick ,one orange and a few nuts with my name on it under the tree.
My rag doll was so special it was an original made from my socks and buttons 
from an old shirt for the eyes so she could see how happy I was on Christmas.
We had biscuits and molasses with salt pork grease it was so good. the 
happiness that I felt lasted for a life time, and at no time with six sisters and one 
brother did I think we were poor. times has changed but I still remember, and 
appreciate back in the days.


 

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006

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I could give you the moon
     And the sun
          And the stars up above
               If you let me.
I could fill up your world
     With the dreams
          That you dreamed about love
               We'd be happy.

We'll ride on the clouds, feel the wind, if we give it a chance.
Move to life's melody as we learn how to dance.
Greet the world with a smile as we walk hand in hand.
Find the sweet pearls of life hidden deep in the sand.
     That's what love is.
          Oh my darling.
               That's what love is.

I could sing you a song
     We could sing
          Through the sunshine and rain
               If you'll be mine.
I could bring you the love
     And the joy
          That few people attain
               In a life time.

We'll ride on the clouds, feel the wind, if we give it a chance.
Move to life's melody as we learn how to dance.
Greet the world with a smile as we walk hand in hand.
Find the sweet pearls of life hidden deep in the sand.
     That's what love is.
          Oh my darling.
               That's what love is.

I could give you support
     With your dreams
          I would be there for you
               When you need me.
Be the one that you trust
     With your life
          That's what true love can do
               It's so easy.

We'll ride on the clouds, feel the wind, if we give it a chance.
Move to life's melody as we learn how to dance.
Greet the world with a smile as we walk hand in hand.
Find the sweet pearls of life hidden deep in the sand.
     That's what love is.
          Oh my darling.
               That's what love is.


This song was written for my sweet and beautiful wife, Stevi. During the 5 
weeks from the time we met till the time we were married I had written and 
sung this song to her. We have now been happily married almost 18 years. 
   

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll leave the frats, in the dust, and bring The Bun, merrily, along.
He had a great run, at Easter time, now he can let, the good times roll.
Who knows best, than a nest of Trolls, how to have, a really great time!
A Biker Bar should fill our sails, as we go, courting the best… of it all.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

The beers great, the girls’ first rate, I’ll ride a full-blown Harley Hog.
To ride them down, across the town, my hair, flowing behind, in the air.
But first we’ll make a new drinking song, betting on, who’s best, by far.
Biker Dudes, Trolls enthused, raise their mugs in unity, again, once more!

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

It’s all fun, as with pool cues in hand, we try to, learn to play Eight Ball.
We’ll dance on the floor, and some on the bar, as rowdier we become.
But we’re the best, with glass in fist, as we sing our new… drinking song.
So don’t be glum! Here, come along, to laughter amid, such joyful fun.
 
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll have fun, then move along, as our song wins, and the tab is yours.
You can join, as comes, the next bar, and we’ll, start all over, once more!
It’s party time, until dawn, for Trolls can hold, great quantities of rum.
As drinking games come, we win every time, as the losers pay the bill.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those, Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

(A drinking song for the pure fun it: sung like a pirate song clinking mugs.)

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

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Before I lay me down tonight,
There's something I'd like to say.
I hope these words come out right,
And my message as bright as day.

I know you really did feel love's light,
And I apologize with this poem I write.

So it's best if I take flight,
Far from your heart and go away.
If I'm unforgiven, it's alright;
I pray you find hope instead of dismay.



©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

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It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday…  I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me . 

It’s my  birthday…  you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill  with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.

Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting,  it   is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day. 

It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?

It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.

It my birthday…  its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class. 
 
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.  
  
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!  it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or  it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.


Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith Kadell

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2012

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What a Happy day,
as the Sunshine dance
and the Music play.
What a Happy day
as He calls my name,
as I hear His voice,
I just look his way.
What a Happy Day,
As I feel His warmth,
As I feel his love,As
I kneel down and pray.
What a Happy joyful day,
When He calls my name,
in such a special way,Through 
the old man in the street,
through the  blind boy
that i hug and the prisoners,
i greet.What a Happy day,
as He calls my name,in
the sound of the rain,
through the Colored world,
through each  singing bird,
through Our Mother Earth,
I hear Him call my name.
What a Happy day,as Jesus 
calls,through my every friend,
As Jesus calls,Give the poor
some food,and the sick,a hand.
What a Happy day,as
I hear him call my name,
in such a special  way,
I feel His love,in the flying
dove, As I hear His voice,
in the Celestene sky above.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010

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Founder's day 
>A wind of gratitude is waving
>River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
>Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
>All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’


>’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..


>The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric 
>You are a relic in our memories
>Posterity will always judge in your favor
>A man of wisdom and valor.
>You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation
>That fight had made us a proud generation.
>Your were the torch of your mother,
>Your contemporaries can't gainsay.
>Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future.
> You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture.
>Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned
>Alas, nature sent you to the urn.
>Great dreams stuck in the skull
>If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer.
>We have missed the great voice of an orator.
>Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics
>We will love you until our hearts are no more
>Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door.
>You indeed are a founder.
>We salute your charisma.


>Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’
>’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’
>’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’


>We respect today.
>Because it is your day.
>Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
>’’Mo mo mo’’
>We salute.


Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2016

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She said baby I have to go,
I said girl you don't need to go,
Because baby I want you to stay,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

I said baby I'm feelin you,
And I'm fallin in love with you,
Which is somethin I never thought I would do,
But, I did today,
So girl, Why don't you stay,

Chorus:2x
Why don't you stay, 4x
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

She said baby I have to leave,
I said girl I don't want you to leave,
My darling please stay with me,
'Til the night end,
Then come back again,

Because baby we have a chance,
For us to have a great romance,
So, girl take my hand and dance,
You don't have to go,
Baby don't go,
Chorus: 3x

'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2013

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What is this feeling that rejoice and hurts an instance of laughter the next of tears Tears that lingers unshed and weary erupting saddness wringing and scary Why be happy when saddness awaits like a sleeping serpent to rise its hood Its bite stings with searing pain flushing out the blissful feel Why be happy or be sad neither lets you stay sane nor glad © Nadiya (17 Jan '15)

Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015

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Life to be lived
I have realized to appreciate
The heart must answer destiny’s call
And find the courageous steps
To move forward with a goal in mind
Guiding thoughts on paths of inspiration
And pray that love, laughter and pure bliss
Will be the faithful companion by my side
That when days seem dark
And the day’s challenge seems a cold tiding
Will decorate the soul with bright promise
For the dream perched upon the heart
Sings the sweetest melody
So that when the soul listens
Hears the music of tomorrow
And dances to a faith that won’t die
I am no stranger to this world
Where life to be lived and lived fully
The dream must be breathed and embraced daily

Copyright © Trinity Chasara | Year Posted 2014

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Happy Anniversary
To You
You is a god damned fool
You is his wealth garden tool
A dumb ass ho
You is a god damned fool
You is his wealth garden tool
Happy Anniversary
To You.
wrote 4-19-10

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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I’ve been living in fear
No room for second-thought cheer
My mind’s a wandering deer
When will I wake from this nightmare?

     Bittersweet envy
     [Be happy]
     Won’t let me be free
     [Be happy]
     Let’s all be happy

You be you and I be me


     I lay in bed in utter dread
     Be still, healing is near
     Anxiety was my killer med
     ‘til I found that there is no fear

     I won’t feel bad
     I won’t feel sad
     Anymore, I swore
     For the one I adore

Had nights I couldn’t sleep
My eyes no need to weep
For tears they always seep
Into memories so deep

     Bittersweet envy
     [Be happy]
      Won’t let me be free
     [Be happy]
     Let’s all be happy

You be you and I be me

     I lay in bed in utter dread
     Be still, healing is near
     Anxiety was my killer med
     ‘til I found that there is no fear

     I won’t feel bad
     I won’t feel sad
     Anymore, I swore
     For the one I adore

So will you take my hand
I know you understand
And we can see the night
In a different light

     I won’t feel bad
     I won’t feel sad
     Anymore, I swore
     For the one I adore

     I won’t feel bad
     I won’t feel sad
     Anymore, I swore
     For the one I adore

     I won’t feel bad
     I won’t feel sad
     Anymore, I’m yours
     You’re the one I adore
 

~This is a special collaboration David and I are still working on. Guitar and vocals. May implement some piano chords eventually. It has been fun. I give most of the credit regarding the lyrics to my brother (JW Earnings on poetrysoup ) 8)

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

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Only colorful storms
Shake my ground
Happy rain
Resets my frown
Sun is up
And now I’m smiling
Not upside down
From this air
I inhale 
Bliss
No more dreadful drops of rain
Creating a mist 
of terror 
The sky has matured
No longer gray
But quite a new blue

Copyright © candice jackson | Year Posted 2013