Art Alexandrine Poems

God’s mercy* brought to us our spiritual freedom
Acquitting us by His sacrificial ransom
Against our iniquities’ entangling stardom
Ushering us to His everlasting kingdom.

With God’s mercy is...

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How beautiful thou art
Oh butterfly
Out of ecstasy at holy place as ally
Seems leisurely created by Almighty
A fascinating climax of beauty

Multiferous colours majestically
Wonderfully blended magically
Unique shades...

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I see your face 
Such a sweet embrace 
Every part of you 
Burned in my brain 
If it’s not love why hasn’t it faded away...

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Clash of titans the true meaning of engaging battles where there is no victor like two lions colliding on the terrain in the atmosphere a...

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I, the end of man
The son of Mala
The offspring of Lamia
I care not for testaments
Ripping out the crimson hearts
They lie freshly dead
I kill all there...

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Pile up the gristle and race to the top. There's Nazis in the pigpen, elitists in the slop. Social media heroes in a false Saving...

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It is meant to be shared,
But because of its
Competitive edge,
It has more appeal
On a personal note,
It keeps you far ahead
Of sunrise and sunset.

Prayer gave me...

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How to call 

Hard to describe to give 
A name for our love taste and 
Test of the meaning is more 
Of hard then my...

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Brave to dare 

Fantastic news is that 
When you keep your 
Phone out 

Fantastic drew is that 
When you keep cut the ribbon 
Of my...

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Many tears I have cried,
For the parts of me that have died.
For so long I've stood alone,
My heart eventually turned to stone.

I found a way...

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Like a song I wait to be sang, to be cherished,
To be loved for who I am, not what I look like 
or what people...

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Art is the lie that enables us to realise the truth
I think women need pen not a long manhood
That wipe them fiercely without mercy, yes!
Tell...

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Can we write a  poem of love?
Can we write a poem that we can't tell its story?
Can we become the fire of the pastors?
Can...

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FILL ME UP

Fill me up with love
Let me fly like a dove,
I want to run it over
Then dance like david, our father.
Healing rain is falling...

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 TRUE SELF
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 TRUE SELF
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The Writer. 
When young, long before the computer was invented,
I rented a cabin in the north of Spain, serious and Nordic 
I wanted to be...

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