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Kaleidoscope
A man unsure of how to address women
walked into a tube of colored glasses
and bits of painted paper.
he was brought up as a Presbyterian, were
women were held in high esteem
wore long gloves when going to a ball.
He thought the color in the kaleidoscope
where tartish-like women dressed in red
standing on the pavement near a bar.
Yet he felt drawn to the colorful women
they exited him, unlike the young women
who looked dowdy at the church.
He thought of sin and a moral dilemma
should he pay a woman in a red dress
see what it was all about, the sex thing?
He did and had a hell of a time; he did
time and time again until the day crabs
danced on his eyebrows.
Before my first kiss or chivalrous embrace
A throbbing pulse in my heart started to race
Sweetly, my love for you began to grow
Knickerbockers I love to watch and I never miss The Lake
Show
Every time I see you, inhale you and hold you in my hands
This sweet sensation I feel most will never understand
Baseball is cool and I like the 'old pig skin'
An all-American pastime that warms my heart and makes
me grin
Love Jones I got for this beautiful brown round thing
Love Jones I got it, and it's not just some fly-by fling
Ball moving around
Aiming at the basket so round
Shots made, near or far
Keeper of the ball, holding a jar
Endless thoughts of poetry
Throwing the ball in words of artistry
Buzzer-beater you write and shoot
Assist and hoop in the circle of moot
Lay ups you turn or twist
Long shots you write, release or miss
Out of the many words you pen
Fumble or great, you drive underneath
the basket of wren
Poems from your mighty heart
On the freethrow-line you dash and impart
Entries of undying perspiration
Tokens of incessant inspiration
Reminiscences of your works of art
Your poetry in motion never depart
ON... MY MISSION ... EVERYDAY... VISION.. HOPING... AND WISHING...LISTEN...ALIGN...
YOUR... INTUITION... MY AMBITION... IS TO GET IT!! BELIVE IT HARD TIME AND PAIN I DONE LIVE IT UP.IM STILL FIGHTING. SO NEVER GIVE UP STAY UPLIFTED ON A MISSION MY MIND IS ON A MISSION I GOTTA GET IT.GET YA RICHES.MY MIND IS ON A MISSION.
NEVER GIVE UP!! NEVER GIVE UP!!
GET YA RICHES!! GET YA RICHES!!
GET YA RICHES!! GET YA RICHES!!
NEVER GIVE UP!! O WITH GOD
THERES A WAY! AND REASON!!
PURPOSE FOR EVERYTHING!!
THERE'S HOPE AND FAITH!!
AMENDMENT!! JUSTICE
PLEASE PEACE!!
REMAIN REAL TRUE IN GOD!!
O SHIELD! LEAD AND
COME THROUGH. STAND STRONG
HOLD ON! WHEN A HOPELESS.AND LOCK FOR HOPE AND PEACE!
_*I FOUND ME , THANX TO ALL SELFISH IN MY LIFE*_
In the era of egomania
I nourushed lossing someone phobia.
I cried for those; who laughed at me
I convinced them with my down knee
I chassed them, I begg them
I kept the stone and terminated gem
Now I learned how to survive ,
I found me , thanx to all selfish in my life
I have skill for art , stydy, dance and writing
for shake of their attention i was blighting
I was crying whole night
left the bright colour and stayed in dim light
where there is no value of my existence
but now I choose to enhance
See, I learned how to survive
i found me , thanx to all selfish in my life
Fester the frog never got his great kiss,
but he would bless his sweet lily like the newton blessed the fig,
along came a fish who also really wanted his,
but it only made fester laugh because he knew he could still swim.
i was the night you had to be there at first so it wouldn’t have a problem if it was wasn’t too bad much but ya it was really just a lot little bit of too much done to you get to the point where you got it yourself and then your mom dad and you i then i was a good day i was the a good chance day to go come out and then go back and then get back in and then get to work on a time to
There are three words we overuse
Or at times refrain
There is such potential in them
They bring you close
And make you or the person special
Three words n eight letters
All of us have used them
Not using them can be deadly
Letting them not slip
Letting the times pass you by
Will make you hard hearted
Flowers will bloom in spring
What is the fun if don't use these
Soon winter will come
The words you wanted to say
Will now be
Three words n nine letters
I loved you.
POEM 25 A THANKFUL LIFE
CHRISTIAN SHOULD NEVER TAKE
ANYTHING FOR GRANTED.
IN EVERYTHING CHRISTIAN DO
IT FOR JOY, LOVE AND HAPPINESS;
CHRISTIAN SHOULD ALWAYS THANK GOD
FOR HIS WONDERFUL BLESSING IN
OUR DAILY LIVES.
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MR.PROF. JERRY WELLS
AUTHOR
in a far off place
gone from all known accepted civilization
lived a man caught in his own world
had a hut with green moss
In the evening he prepared a table with a goose & port
was a hunter and gatherer to the outdoors
captured his imaginative thoughts on a scroll
day and night he would often pray to God
alone in his silence he had a quaint encounter with a visitation
an angel appeared at the edge of his bed
thoughts were swirling inside his head
the angel said, "God has heard your prayers".
one word from his lips and his world turned around
left to his own devises he would fail
yet with the help of God he would set sail
the hermit decided to go into town
to see if there were others like him around
there is a barren hill lived a nice lady named lily
she was nice but awfully silly
fir it was there he had made his match
was yhis to much to ask
the pair fell deeply in love together
the hermits' request was answered
They lived happily ever after
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My Prayer
Dear Lord, thank you for today;
Walk beside me, all the way
Keep me safe from all that would
cause me heartache, if it could
Guard my eyes and ears, and lips
Give me strength, to come to grips,
With each problem I must face,
And some courage, just in case
Help me, Lord, to make amends; to those I may have hurt
So often without thinking, remarks I make, or curse
Teach me to be sensitive to other person's needs
That I may speak with kindness, and follow with this creed
I count that day, as wisely spent;
In which I do some good,
For someone who is far away
or shares my neighborhood
A day devoted to the deed
That lends a helping hand
And demonstrates a willingness
To care and understand.
A rarity indeed,
Certainly a strange expression this day in June
The sun breathes light upon the newly softened ground
A sunset, awe inspiring, halts me in progress
I reflect, stare, gaze in quiet contemplation
Peace befalls me, calms me, envelops me
In my mind's eye I see memories,
Special times shared
Pink flows to purple
This time, this place slowly fading
Please don't go. But, alas, I know you must
it sets
Turning inward
Sadness
Choices, decisions all done and finished have led me here
here to this place of reflection
Old times gone, right and wrong have led me here,
Here to this place of reflection
certainly a strange expression this day in June
A rarity indeed
Solitude
whispers
a rain drop
quietness
seclusion
look inside we have nothing to hide
a premonition
seclusion
the woods
through the forest we see a glimmer of light
the absence of the good brings on the bad
Surrender to the force
quick conclusions will often lead the best of us astray,
the wisest move in life is but to wait
otherwise are galloping emotions run away
like horses at the gate
spirituality
alone
Two Feet
She can remember, the days they walked down the beach
Two boys, one girl, six little feet
The girl showing her, all one had found
one boy, enjoying, just running around
The smallest, just walking, not making a sound
Suddenly, it caught her eye, the sic were four
Silence, world stopped, a mother's heart tore
Some asked, young and old, anyone one could see
Her desperate search for two little feet, felt like eternity
With despair in her heart, she looked to heaven to pray
her world begun turning, he was walking her way
Yes, there he was, walking hand in hand
with what had to be, an angel of a man
Each and everyone, could see the joy, sorrow was gone
For she walked with two little feet, once lost, grew
becoming a handsome man, marrying a beautiful wife, too
When during the first month of the year, their love complete
They held, loved, their own two precious little feet