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Moonlit Dreams

hand in hand we ran, part our way through the crowd
without a light across the meadow glow
in disbelief, false or true? you’re forced to flee
side by side into the night here we go 

moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
if only we could be
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
you’re all i need
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
all i wanna dream
all i wanna dream

far and wide you jumped, doved into the flowing tide
quietly, you held your cries, in need you begged and plead
disappeared before my eyes, now this voodoo spell is under me

moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
if only we could be
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
you’re all i need
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
all i wanna dream
all i wanna dream

blue violet hues for us to see 
let us be, let us flee, to the sea

moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
if only we could be
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
you’re all i need
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
all i wanna dream
all i wanna dream

Copyright © Jonathan Moya | Year Posted 2017


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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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Think of Me

Think of me and smile
Our time was shortly spent
Think for just a while
Of all the things we meant………
To each other we were Love, 
Laughter, Smiles and Joy
Think of all those things
Then think of us once more

Remember our first kiss
Remember our first time
Remember I was yours, 
Remember you were mine
The things that we would say
The things we use to do 
I heard you sing a song
I wrote a poem for you
Didn’t think we’d be together
Didn’t seek, but we did find
A precious hidden treasure
A love so true and kind


Now when the Angels come for me
My home now in the sky
Don’t hang your head in sorrow
For me don’t even cry
I will send a signal
And you will know the sign
The Sun will shine its brightest
The humming birds will sing
Midnight will be the darkest
Think of all those things

The wind will blow so gently
I’ll Whisper in your ear
You will smell the roses 
And feel my presence near
For you have known my spirit
For you have only seen
The beam of light now shinning
A dream that came to be
So just in case you’re wondering
It’s not because I’m free
But that I caught you smiling
And I knew, you had thought of me.


Patricia Templeton


"Women Only"

Copyright © Patricia Mitchell-Nunn | Year Posted 2014


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A beautiful Story

Here it is...a beautiful story about us....
 
The theme of us has been
written about for ages.
Love missed us,
Personal tragedies,
Shared but not shared,
shaped us.
 
We did our best
To live,
To survive,
Different kinds of battles
But battles none the less.
 
Bloodied, battered,
Life taught us how
To survive and we have.
Our worlds were so much the same
But different.
 
You have always been in my heart,
That's simple to say.
Men can be so transparent
And I am not so different.
 
Early on I knew 
I was a romantic,
A sensitive,
A poet,
An Actor and Singer.
But war changed that for me.
 
At fifteen I saw your beauty
And innocence.
That is what I've had in my heart
to this very moment.
 
This is so fun....
Your have seen so meny
Coastlines from yaughts
and Mohitos.
while I have driven through the jungles
and marches of Honduras
to see the same sunset.
And yes....
You there with me...
 
Something like Hemingway
I am to you you've said to me..
I like the comparison.
Battle tested.
Well traveled
And read.
Yep, that's me.
And I can cook too.
 
Baby, your life is the stuff
of million dollar movies.
The glamor of Hollywood,
The Red Carpet
Doesn't care about last
Nights fight.
 
But you are a fighter.
Your Father taught you lessons
In his own way as did mine.
We share that.
 
Baby,
My love.
We aren't from 
different social worlds.
Our values are the same,
We complement each other
If you can get past my long hair.
 
I love you.
 
My love,
You have given to me 
a most precious gift
these past few days
 
Love...me

Copyright © Randall Smith | Year Posted 2010

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My God on Earth: My Mother

A heart that cries more than me 
in my pain. 
Whose congenial and benign teachings 
make me sane. 
A warm touch that dispels from me 
the gales of worry. 
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm 
protected by her under furry. 
A helping hand that always hold me 
whenever I'm about to lose. 
& my first teacher who makes me to 
distinguish between donts' and dos'. 
A voice and nothing more, an Angel 
who is entirely mine just after my birth. 
And she is none other but 'My Mother', 
The God on Earth. 
  
Although to define her in words is 
beyond my skill. 
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in 
my life, none can fill. 
She is the one who needs not a single 
word of me to understand. 
In my devastation, she is always there 
to provide effusively her hand. 
In the weariness of my life, with her, 
I may lose to be in link. 
But she ever remembers me whenever I 
breathe or my eyes blink. 
I can say that in search of heaven, 
I needn't to go anywhere. 
I would like to put my head in my 
mother's lap, as its only there.. 

Copyright © Hina Saxena | Year Posted 2014

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I Want To Invent You

I'd do anything To gaze at a Full moon in the sky Studded with the stars At night. I'd do anything For all the beautiful Things in the world Which make me Smile and happy. Even a rainbow, a butterfly. But I know, I'm with the Gods Most beautiful and Precious creation, That's you My rose of dawn, My beloved. I love you babe. Your company is soothing, Calming and reassuring inside. You are like the bubbles Of the fountain I moisten. Your enchanting smile Makes an illusion. An angelic presentation In your appearance Which captivate me, Makes me more attentive. Bit by bit I begin to recognize you. My princess, my angel I carefully watch your Billowing, beautiful creature Like my poetry. My love, the fantasy I want to invent you.

Copyright © Chittaranjan Dey | Year Posted 2012

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What Is Poetry

What is poetry, I must ask? Writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write, Hmmm, for my delight, or  do I write from insight?  Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can"t  bring myself to hate it because I"m also captivated. You see, poetry is something very new, something I thought I would never do, yes I thought nothing of the kind, poetry never even crossed my mind. Until Rehad. I was jotting down stuff that was really drab, while in my mind I was repeating a phraise while giving The Lord praise. Then a voice I heard, "you can do much more with those words" I didn't have a clue of what I could do.

So I started to think, I started to strain but the more I strained the further away they became. I was completely baffled, it had stopped me cold, so I stopped trying and behold poem's started to unfold. Now the tide has turned, no more free ride it's time to learn, so some candles I must burn, like everything else poetry too, you must earn. Instead I duck, I dodge, I hide, thinking of anything to put them aside. With all the great poets how can I compete, I feel as though I'm already beat. So I get afraid and into the back ground I fade, trying my best to evade. But that's not the case for every morning I awake they are right back in my face. I'm thinking, this is not the norm, should I grab the bull by the horns. My head started to spin, thinking how do I begin.

And from out of my heart, following the other poets is a great place to start, in order to proceed you must not only write, you must also read and reading is showing me it takes special people to write poetry. Which also keeps me in check and for all you poets I have the utmost respect. So whether good or bad, I will nether smudge nor carry a grudge for I am not here to judge. I just want to be a part of these wonderful works of art. But Poetry, I wonder, what will I aquire and what will transpire? I guess I must travel the unknown but it's good to know, I don't walk alone. So I say again my friend. What Is Poetry, I Must Ask, Writing Poetry Can Be Quite A Task?

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2016

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Hummingbirds and Snowflakes

Ordinary…yet precious moments That adhere ardently To one’s heart Points in time that Without reason or rhyme Become outstanding… and stand apart A trio of quarrelsome hummingbirds Outside of one’s window Tentative, timid… first flakes of snow Playful puppies fighting over toys Prickly Hummers and puppies alike Naught but bickersome boys Just an ordinary moment, in an ordinary day ordinary ol’ man and his ordinary wife An ordinary daughter, an ordinary life This ordinary day…becomes a memory And in turn becomes extraordinary By some strange happenstance A happy memory of Hummingbirds And puppies and daughter’s pleasant company ..and snowflakes that dance…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2017

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Ugly Days Are Beautiful Too

Ugly Days Are Beautiful Too I’m content with seeing everyday as just another day. That’s because every day is just beautiful You see, I couldn’t see everyday that way yesterday. Yesterday was gray and ugly, but that’s ok. I hope to encourage me and you today by saying, ugly days are beautiful too. That’s because ugly days are something God uses to birth beautiful things in me, and you.

Copyright © Evan Mitchell | Year Posted 2017

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B13-POEM 6 AN ANGEL FOR ME

POEM 6 AN ANGEL FOR ME 



THE MOST LOVING GIRL SO WONDERFUL & SWEET. 

SHE IS THE GIRL THAT IS LIGHTING UP MY LIGHT. 

SHE HAS THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVING SMILE YOU WOULD EVERY SEE. 

THE WARMTH IN HER HEART THAT GIVE YOU THE MOST WONDERFUL 

FEELING YOU CAN EVERY FEEL. 

THIS IS THE LADY OF MY LIFE I AM VERY HAPPY TO KNOW!!! 




BY: MY.JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 



AUTHOR



Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016

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Please Don't Cry Love

Please don't cry, Cause I'm not leaving your side. Wipe all the tears away, Cause I'm still by your side. Till the day we die, You don't have to hide your beauty. Cause you are always beautiful in my own eyes, No matter what people think. Your beauty is one of kind, Just like a rainbow rose. But 10x more beautiful, I know you have a lot of pain. But baby you are to damn beautiful to have all that pain, Wipe those tears away. Just take my hand, And let's fly far away.

Copyright © Eduardo Martin Castro Jr | Year Posted 2017

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I Woke Up One Morning

                              "I Woke Up One Morning."

I woke up one morning as if from a dream, 
I had lived from being a child, to an old age. 
I was struck by anguish and fear until I realized 
that this dream was my awakened past.

I walked this earth with steady feet, 
Carrying my mind in my heart.
Surrounded by some who cared and 
other's who couldn't.
I felt betrayed and in return I wounded myself. 
Those marks are invisible, yet the pain is deeply 
felt with inner scars.

Along my path, I met my mother, a passive soul! 
kind, and generous, unable to express her perplexed mind. 
I met my father! unsatisfied at who he was, 
blowing blows of anger and frustration, into his world, 
yet sensitive enough To overwhelm his children with 
silence and authority, which he called love and protection 
from a world he feared. 
And under his wings was no such living.

I met my eldest brother, who's joy on this earth was 
short lived! A soul refined with inner depth and struggle 
to better himself and love unbounded by more love 
to those he loved.

I met my little sister, who will represent a loving 
child within a grown sensitive, and sensible feeling 
woman Her inner space, glows in her outer beauty, 
which remained young coming from the depth 
of her feelings, and suffering, and re-suffering, 
while creating from her own flesh her home.

We left our native home where we laughed, 
and cried, growing, hoping to fulfill a dream 
not yet dreamt. 
Follows a life with pressure, discontent,
pain, submissiveness we walked, unconnected  
with our partners, divided, never holding hands 
along the path.

Four new lives,  time, events, war, death, tears and smiles... 
engulfed our existence, until all that we call freedom 
brought an unaccomplished freedom 
short lived, yet lived.

I met my younger brother he our enigma our flesh 
and blood runs together in different fields. 
Children and more children they are our treasures. 
Their pains and joys reflect in our lives.

Yet, nothing can cut through the thread that holds 
our lives together. 
Young and old and growing will remain enduring, 
with every breath we breath, away or close, 
we hear each other's silences. 
Awake at night we see a portrait of beauty, love, 
courage, and endurance and colorful.

Awake with a warm feeling that I am 
that multiplicity of them, I am not alone
as they live in me and from me as one.

 Therese Bacha
12/12/12

Contest Old Poem You Are Proud Of.  Nathan. A  WIN (Honorable Mention)

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2012

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A Beautiful Ending

                                  "A Beautiful Ending."

I have searched through the depth of my soul and 
never regretted standing alone under the torrential
storm that day awaiting the approach of the ferry 
to anchor i felt the need to be hugged by my man
to forgive me as I had a confession I was going to 
heal & feel that i am not alone and had to finish 
what i had started.

Hours Later the ferry arrived empty lifeless with only
The scent of his soul . 

My story is about wounds that would have lasted forever 
or even a life time as for years I was abused a failure weak
Ugly I had no friends I had no respect from anyone when 
awake I was haunted by my own image my bed that I never 
left day or night became my only love. 

I wanted everything around me to stop come to a complete halt! 
I did not want to hear a door bell ring or smell flowers or watch 
the birds fly or wait for winter summer spring or fall.
 
Voices irritated my mechanism music around me was heard like
The moaning of a mother over the loss of her child drowning for 
me was better than surfacing thunder made me scream lighting 
made me run hide in the closet dripping of the rain became like 
drums in my ears. 

That same moment how I wished i could migrate never
Look back but keep moving moving until I discover
My peaceful river sit and gain my strength survive to
Live through spring while listening to natures rhythm, 
And pray for the winter winds to wipe away my fears even 
Through my loneliness enable me to breath that sigh of
relief. 

I had regrets when I became fully aware how much
I have been selfish thinking only of myself as never 
did my man complain when i looked into his eyes 
i saw how much pain he was going through that was 
one of those days that made me definitely decide to 
seek professional help before its too late. 

I needed to stop! stop! now! rediscover my identity 
To love life to listen to the showers water running like 
a river people laughing radio news people crying people 
dressed others undressed work buses full schools young 
students life is ahead of them cars with one passenger 
or more trains people inside reading their newspaper 
parks full of life running nowhere just running dogs happy 
being out of there indoor prison playing with their masters 
cats meowing for a friend calling a companion an alarm clock 
ticking a wake up call business men and women running to 
work all of  sudden i created a picture that is alive, and i am 
looking forward to be included, i will, i am, i will tell him 
and i will change.
I love the scent of my mans soul and reached 
out for his forgiveness. 



                                     Terry. 16/1/2013

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2012

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Food For Thought

                              Here I go again, Another GOD send
                          
                               For the realistic and the optimistic

Have you ever thought your life had another chapter, I'm talking about the here after?  A perpetual state where life is really great or that other place far down below where no one what's to go? I mean the one that's Heavenly, supreme, everlasting, serene far better than your most beautiful dream. Just imagine when your old life end a new life will begin one that's completely without sin. Or do you believe we live, we cry, we die absolutely no reason why, it's just hello and good by. Come on peep's  we all have a brain and knowledge there are to seek and retain, although some knowledge can drive you insane  while  some is purely in vain. 

Still you don't have to be a rocket science nor do your brain have to be immense for all you need to go far in this world is plane common sense. The Book of Life makes it perfectly clear, if you are not sincere your life will end here and love is the key to unlocking the door to infinity. I use to take The Bible for a joke  I can clearly see the signs of the times, was walking sleep. I'm woke. Then I started to wonder how can this book make  such awesome predictions if you look at the world you will see it's nonfiction. And who where the people that wrote with such majesty and might, better still who was the one that told them what to write?

I was going through life wild and carefree , I thought nothing could move me. Then I was told about the piper I would hear wise people say if you dance to his music one day you'll have to pay but it made no sense so I brushed it off  and man did it cost when I found myself completely lost. So I asked for the meaning, you really don't know, it's in the book of knowledge. AWE... You shall reap what you sow. Now I know.

If you call yourself slick and keeping out of sight, what ever done on the  dark shall come to the Light. You can defy, you can deny, just don't make the price too high.  Because there is a lot coming your way just for being born, some not so bad some well out of the norm and this is guaranteed as it is foretold so what ever you do don't add to the load. Or you might hear a snap or a crack from that final straw witch broke your back.  I'm  just letting it be known it's written in stone if you are going through something you are not alone. But  if you try to slip slide and hide thinking you'll never get caught LOOK here comes the piper. Food For Thought.

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2016

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The Light In Your Eyes

When I saw a diamond
yesterday, I saw the fire
which lives in your eyes

I saw the deep blazing
beauty that often causes
grown men to cry

I felt the pains that
many in life endure,
who suddenly find a
very deep need…

To have that fire alive 
within the diamonds heart 
become the one to satisfy 
their daily needs

For in that tiny window
I saw something precious
which might even compare
to you

Yet when I saw your
smile as the sun rose 
this morning I could no
longer continued with 
this sad ruse

For even though the 
brilliant flame of a 
diamond, will burn so 
very bright…

Even its brilliance alone
can never compare to the 
radiance that daily fills
your eyes with its exquisite
light.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015

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Rose of White

Slowly dancing in the wind, swaying as to music
Rocking like a ship at sea to the whims of air and water
     Her face shone bright with the tears of heaven

By consorts of every shape and hue, this elegant lady stood 
White on white, her gown shown among those dressed in like manner
     Looking upward, she opened to the rising sun

                                                                          ~Christopher Thor Britt

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2013

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Murphys' Law

               Murphy wished for a Prince who rode a White horse...
               So she went back to college and took a new course...
               She met a man who drove a green pinto...
               Although he had no idea where his life would go...
               His wants and needs he wanted for free...           
               As he had no intentions of working you see...
               So they moved in together...and she paid the bills...
               He played online games and took many pills...
               While she worked two jobs, and going to school...
               Her friends told her often she was a fool...
               This wasn’t a relationship...this was just bizarre...
               And to make matters worse, he drove her sports car...
               But she explained, he needs me and I don’t want to be alone...
               Besides I have created a most beautiful home...
               The years flew by and no changes were made..
               She graduated with honors, and now had a trade..
               At the firm of Morgan White Esquire at Law...
               This was just the beginning and the last straw...
               She finally came to her senses you see...
               Of her dreams and wishes that were meant to be...
               She now had her “ Morgan “ and her “Prince” you see... 
              A Morgan is a breed of horse...and the rest is history
                 
                

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014

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The Flautist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE FLAUTIST  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

       
 THE FLAUTIST fluently flaunted her flute- Music flew faultlessly through the airwaves, flying fluidly above the noise of the blustering city                                                    
THE flautist created a calm fragrance, who's flavor of creativity fell-well onto your soul creating a soul stirring calmness across the city. 
 
She played her flute clean into the night vehemently, over the feverish chaos – 
And the people in the park and in the city could hear clearly as they walked in rhythmic tunes/ She flaunted her music like sweet low hanging fruit, Her music dangled beautiful and singly. She alone, Solo-ed notes of delightful serenity-  
 
  The flautist moved the masses to a state of bliss; Like free kisses flying in the wind landing on ears conquering and engaging spirits, conquering pandemonium with her flute, she blew her flute... SHE BLEW HER FLUTE, and we marched and listened obediently. She blew her flute and we marched magnificently to her concert.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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Anna Redmond

Anna Redmond put her own death in the Irish Independent as a mischief - or maybe ‘a cry 
for help’.  She married into Mr. Webster’s hotel and worked there slave-like.  Her beautiful 
young face, her red hair streaming, cheekily curling, her laughter eyes sad - her husband, 
boyishly drinking all the profits. They said she suffered from her nerves!  They said no 
wonder Tommy drank the way he did!  They always referred to her as she – she was a bit 
wild, she didn’t fit in, he could have done better for himself – no wonder he hit her. Her red 
hair dulled in a mental hospital. Anna Redmond, full of promise, beautiful and lively had her 
youthful exuberance quelled by life’s circumstances.   

Copyright © Liz Walsh | Year Posted 2010

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Sunsets and Journeys

Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.

Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit, lightning welk, snell shells
of every kind. Ocean breakers emerald crashing and rumbling up onto
the porcelain beach. Wade out let it splash all over me so cooling and
refreshing along with ocean breeze. Splash on the face I lick it off,
exquisitely salty. sand Pipers skiddering along, Pelicans and sea gulls
in the indigo sky catching my eye. Such beautiful things my spirit uplifted.
Sun now kissing the ocean in an explosion of colors. I sit down
 to take it all in. Orange, scarlet, green, violet, purple, amber,
 gold, emerald, jasper, amathyst, amber, alibaster and every
 hue inbetween. A glorious feastfor the eye and mind
 to put at ease. Dark now as the golden moon
takes it's Majasties place. What a simply wonderful day.
Giving sigh it's over I could do this forever. Time to go back to my home
in Arkansas. We have beautiful sunsets there as well. Beautiful mountains,
streams, forests, springs, caves, clear lakes await for me to revisit.
The air is clean with a fragrant scent, purple, yellow, orange, lavender,
azure, indigo, cardinal, porcalin, pink and more colors than I can
describe wild flowers frow. Clear blue rivers rush with white roaring 
rapids to float, forests of emerald abundant to explore. Mountains 
treacherous to scale, Hot springs to sooth and heal both body and 
spirit. Diamonds to find, red, champagne, blue, sparkling enchanting 
exquisite. Crystals bound in the mines near the healing hot springs,
amythest, garnets, water crystals, rubies and jasper in georgeous
colors crafted into rings, bracelets, pendants, watch bands and so
many more elegant things. I may never get to return to the beloved 
beaches again in my life, but I still have all these wonderous things
in My Natural Arkansas. However if I am fortunate enough to return to 
the glorious oceans and beaches, I will once again enjoy the treasures,
pleasures, sunsets  to behold so bold and vibrant, more wonderful
memories if it comes to pass. one never knows for certain what lays
ahead down lifes path so onward we go and enjoy each blessing
that the Lord has prepared to us to see. Hopefully we will learn on
this journey to love, care for and share with each other.

Copyright © Jack Ross jr. | Year Posted 2011

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OH BEAUTIFUL SUNDAY MORNING

 
Oh beautiful Sunday morning,

Glad to meet you oh beautiful Sunday morning,

Though you are windy and snowy in appearance,

Yet I wouldn't mind having a walk with you to the house of worship.



(c) 2012

Copyright © Joshua Akinwande | Year Posted 2012

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Sun Shines On The Righteous


Sun Shines On The Righteous

93,000,000 miles from the earth,                                                                   the sun heats our planet in varying degrees.
If the sun were not appropriately set in place by God,                                    life could not exist, because we would certainly freeze.

Though it be true that the sun shines on the righteous;
it is equally true that the sun also shines on the unrighteous.
I cannot imagine a world of sunshine only upon the righteous,
because the righteous are comparatively so few.                                  

Our prosperous planet would appear as one with beautiful and pleasant strips of light and comfort;  but so much of the earth would be in a sad state of neglect and unused potential.  There would be breathtaking views of  high snow capped mountains and grassy valleys, sandwiched between blue skies, clear waters, and greenish landscapes.                                           

Nevertheless, such beauty would, in turn, be painfully segmented by massive strips of the pure ugliness of cold, darkness, and death.

It is so incredibly descriptive of a benevolent and magnanimous creator,  that he would design and engineer a “sun” which dares to 
express, like him,  a love so far reaching and unconditional.
04112016  PS Contest, Sun Shines On The Righteous, by
Seren Roberts

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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A Beautiful Flower

If one could be a beautiful flower
How would they spend their day
Would they blossom in the adulation
That many others may send its way

Would its spirit nourish the hearts
Of those who are blessed to see
The color of its very lovely soul
And its wonderful endearing vibrancy

Or would it shun the light that comes
From the brilliance of a new Sun
Shying away from its special gift
To make a day better for someone

For though it may seem its true beauty
Quickly vanishes over a very short time
I find true value in its enchanting embrace
I'll forever admire in my heart and mind.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014

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The Beginning Of Each New Day

I always long to see your tender smile
At the beginning of each new day
Because when I see your lovely smile
A sweet happiness will always stay

You lift my heart up inside each day
Making my mind to ride a natural high
Causing me to often daydream of you
Knowing you will never say goodbye

And you have really made my life awesome
All the time spent alone each day with you
For the moments just seem to last forever
Because our hearts always want it to

You easily became the  best part of my life
A special gift which in my heart will  stay
So that I might embrace your precious smile
With my love at the beginning of each new day.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014

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A Mercenary-Based Acquaintance

A young pretty lady, seeking company from an unknown
and to the hospitality of my open arms, she quickly lodge.
A stranger still remains an alien until some acquaintance is established
seeing what is right in front of me, such a feeling was purged.

Sweet conversation, chilly atmosphere and some sense of belonging
are benefits attached, hence nothing observable to judge.
Her youthful exuberance was glaringly into play,
but it was stimulating and an effective nudge.

She’s damn good! - Soft touches, sexual tricks, and erotic riddles,
all put my physiological smoke into heavy surge.
A sudden feeling of satisfaction and a ‘game over’ countenance surfaces,
she’s definitely an expert and what’s next is to dodge.

Taking a polite excuse, she run-walks to the bar’s comfort zone,
my instincts begin to define all her gestures to be a forge.
Then I realize my fat wallet is her hired escort,
officially making me a stranded victim of a beautiful scourge.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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A Beautiful Flower

A Beautiful Flower

If one could be a beautiful flower
How would they spend their day
Would they blossom in the adulation
That many others may send its way

Would its spirit nourish the hearts
Of those who are blessed to see
The color of it's very lovely soul
And its wonderful  endearing vibrancy

Or would it shun the light that comes
From the brilliance of a new Sun
Shying away from its special gift
To make a day better for someone

For though it may seem its true beauty
Quickly vanishes over a very short time
I find true value in its enchanting embrace
I'll forever admire in my heart and mind.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014

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i can overcome anything

       "I can overcome anything"


Bridge:
I can overcome 
Everything
No matter what life brings
I am here 
Lets get on up 
Cant live my life 
Always being stuck (stuck)
Create a brand new path 
Edit and revise 
This not the final draft (final draft)
No matter how hard it seems
I can overcome anything 

(Verse 1)
I walk in my dreams
Stop living in my fears (fears)
Ive been overcoming all of these years(years)
Lord i know you never left me 
Even when i couldn't except thee
You were there 
Just to prep me(prep me)
The challenges of life
I didn't know would come so quick 
But you were prepared 
With my problems you help me fix (fix)
Each step you took with me
You never did forget me(meeee)
With you by my side 
No longer had to hide(no longer had to hide)
I saw sunshine
It the midst of all these things
You told me just to hold your hand(your hand)
And i could overcome anything (yea yea )

(Chorus)
I will walk with my head held high(held high)
I will reach for my dreams if its to the sky (to the sky)
With enough on your plate
There's still room
Weve all made mistakes(mistakes)
Being created by someone so great 
(Oh yea)
Stop letting life get in the way 
Its ok(ok)
No matter how hard it seems
With him i know i can overcome anything 

(Verse2)

This verse right here is for all my quitters (quitters)
If he quit on us
This world would quiver
Maybe we'd shiver(shiver)
Because without him we'd be so cold
Cant do it by myself 
I dont have that much control
Got to keep focused 
Now thats bold
Never loose in what you trying to do You can have it all its up to you (to you)
No matter what lies people try to tell on you
You are a conqueror 
And thats the truth no excuse(excuse)
No matter what people say
God's the only one matters anyway (way)

(Chorus)
I will walk with my head held high(held high)
I will reach for my dreams if its to the sky (to the sky)
With enough on your plate
There's still room
Weve all made mistakes(mistakes)
Being created by someone so great 
(Oh yea)
Stop letting life get in the way 
Its ok(ok)
No matter how hard it seems
With him i know i can overcome anything 

Overcome all obstacles
Sometimes its not costable(costable)
Trying to start where i beginned
I can't finish without my friend (friend)
This world is in a mess
But with God i dont have to stress
I know he can see us
Just cry out and he'll come
He's willing to help anyone 




Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
5/25/2015

Copyright © concetta hardnett | Year Posted 2015

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Waking up

I remember thinking to myself, you can get a  good night's sleep even after a bad day.

It was 3 years ago today when I woke up, packed my belongings and left for good.
You were standing there at the bus stop and asked me how my day was.
I wasn't sure if I could respond....But I knew I should. 
Reply to Her that is.... Not many people ever care, but she does I thought.
I knew where I was standing but deep down I felt lost.
You stood there and I felt a little less lost.
A block away from my home....from my old home, I realized.
I felt found standing next to you.
I replied. "Couldn't be better"
But I was never good at lying.
And you were good at poker.
My bluff was called.

I wake up every now and then and think of the moment you lifted me.
With your words. 
You didn't even know my name. You didn't even know what you were doing.
You did it.

Now 4 years later happily married, I still wake up in the middle of the night.
I visualize the shoe's I was wearing, the dirty white laces that seemed to me not to be tied. Like a loose stage of my life. 
But you tied them. I was the left lace, you the right.
And every now and then when I look up in this dream I see my wife's beautiful eyes standing next to me, other time's its an angel. One and the same they are.

My bluff was called.
She said "You have the same look I had not but a few weeks ago. But your tone of voice is a lot more obvious."
"Were still out there" She says and looks up at the clouds.
She meant women you can love. I knew what she meant.
"Are you out there?" I replied.
"No." She says.
"I'm right here".






Copyright © Hani Gholami | Year Posted 2014

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Listen To The Warm

Below is a quote written by one of my favorite authors Rod McKuen. He has been one of my greatest inspirations and his book "Listen To The Warm" changed my writing style. I wrote essays about him in high school and have read all his wonderful books that took me on a journey where no one else ever has. Unfortunately he passed away February 2015. I decided to write a poem based on his quote. "It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen I hear it so gently; the warmth of our silence. For me and you, yes us two, we grew… after all we’ve been through.... Be still, my love… The observations we saw while sitting in our room, reminded me of the yesteryears; old days of yore. Let bygones be bygones and follow the warmth we created in silence beneath two lover’s sheets. "I'll always need you, my sweet." As days go by and the nights come too quick I hear your heart beat as I lay on your chest. Ears connected to hearts, and hearts connected into one, forever dreaming of sweet tunes only we can sing. Let there be stillness in our laughter, yet tears in our smile, expressing all the magic we have built up over twenty years of warm silence. I may be clamorous during the day but as the night closes in I will always be speechless in your arms. Lay with me during the cold days and walk with me in the warm. Feel my hand entwined with yours as lover’s do so often. The only difference is that me and you…yes…us two… will always calmly subdue…. I’ll rest myself on your lap and you can hold me until our daily routines begin. Please don’t go just yet, stay with me here, I need you to breath and you need not fear. I always had wondered and now I know why, we were meant to be us since that night in Versailles. So hush…sweet man…let’s do what only lovers can… stay by my side, hand by hand, Tonight we shall lay together as one, and we shall wake up in the morning as still as the sun, waiting in anticipation to hear with readied ears… ~listening to the warmth of our silence~ Written By: Laura Loo Date Written: April 8, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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The Value Of Your Love

There is not enough time
In this day I fear to tell
Of my hearts most secret
Feelings

Yet I shall try before the
Darkness arrives and the
Last moments of this day
It will be stealing

For as I look upwardly 
Upon the sea of stars
Floating above my head
I dream of how it might be 

If I was lost in the deep
Darkness of night alone
And the glow of your smile
I could no longer see

I think of the rain falling
Nourishing the deep parts of
My soul as I taste of its 
Refreshing kiss

And I wonder what it might
Be truly like in my life
If I could no longer feel
Your hearts embracing bliss

Realizing there will never be
Enough moments in my day to 
Let you know how much your 
Love means to me

For truly it would take a 
Lifetime and more to view
The genuine love many will
Never embrace and see.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014