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Her brittle hands

Another layer of lavender scented lotion
Rubbed in vehement laughter

A quelling of sadness
Covered up in mascara insanity
Livid strokes of feathered paintbrushes

Hoping to see the big picture

She cried like oil paintings without a purpose.

A treasure hunter searching for rubbery remedies
Without heart’s sanctified atrium
To light the way

She bled from carnivorous pores
Bites against feeding palms
Struggling licks upon pacifier wounds

Mouth
Shut

Stone’s lonely lyric
Thrown against fragile lighthouses
Beaming through unacceptable horizons

Investigation of deity’s hidden agenda,
She questions validation’s esophagus

Its vocal chords
Torn

Another squeeze from lavender bottle
Empty
Its exhales shedding infantile whisper

…

A bounced reality check
Declaring that it wasn’t a disease
That afflicted her bones

©Drake J. Eszes


Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013


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It's Only Through Jesus

~It's Only Through Jesus~ (Rhyme) It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth, He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006 March.22.2015
Authors notes: Reference Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16 IN GOD I TRUST! My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23. Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV) 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen!


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015


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Golden Horse Ride

The oncoming truck swerved into my lane
And there was not enough time for veering
But I was suddenly relieved from the pain
By a golden horse with hind legs rearing

We galloped straight down the road for apace
And then turned onto a large green expanse
I hung on tightly, not used to a race
Though I was willing to give it a chance

My dull senses were roused on the fresh field
And my pale skin warmed from the sun outside
I slowly loosened my grip and revealed
That I could never fall off if I tried

I shouted out with a vivacious voice
Unlike the one that was used to hiding
With newfound feelings that made me rejoice
Due to the golden horse I was riding

In an instant we reached the tall mountains
That I’d only seen in big picture books
The kind with dreamlike waterfall fountains
That we climbed up without a second look

There were no hurdles too large in our way
Or tough boulders too slippery or coarse
That could in the slightest ever delay
Or stop the progress of my golden horse

We moved as swift as if running downhill
Giving me motive to close my own eyes
But once at the top got an awful chill
When the brave stallion leaped into the skies

This time I shouted out “Why in god’s name
Must I be saddled on this golden horse!?”
For a deed like this is truly insane
Until knowing my death, fulfilled its course


David Fisher-posted on 2/10/2015-For Structured Forms-Iambic Verse Contest


Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2015


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You Think Me Silly- A Rant

You think me silly and verbose
When love is on my mind…
Fickle fickle full of fluff
Love sick, crazy, blind

Deviant...defiant 
Sexually overcharged
Big picture oblivious
And from your life discharged

You read my lines and smirk a while
And think, “Oh dear, Hee Hee!”
But when it comes right down to it
You wish you were like me (Women)
You'd jump in bed with me (men)

It might have a one track mind
But of that I am glad
Life has enough to bring me down
Enough to make me sad

I write of love and passion
And feelings so sublime
You don’t need to read me
Nor be a friend of mine!

But of this I am certain
Of this I’m ever proud
Passion is my heartbeat
l let it beat OUT LOUD!

If you don’t like sultry
Want nature writes and such
There’s someone else to read
So, thank you very much!

Eileen

Started on this poem some time ago, but left it unfinished. Not in the mood for something new, so I picked this one up and finished it. I don't JUST write about passion and romance and love, but....it is what I love best. I've accepted who I am and I will fight to preserve my identity. I'm tired of a world of people who are judgmental and stuffy....people who don't know how to FEEL and CELEBRATE passion. Thanks for reading.


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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Mismatched

The world is perfect – 
That’s what everyone says.
The world has no faults – 
That’s what everyone says.
 
“Everyone belongs;
Everyone fits in. 
There will be no mismatched piece.”
 
That’s what everyone says, that’s what everyone believes.
Everyone except me. 
 
I am not perfect;
I have an infinite number of faults.
I don’t belong;
I don’t fit in.
 
I am the mismatched piece.
 
Always on the fringe, never able to join in on the big picture;
Always on the outside looking in.
 
Still, “Everyone belongs;
Everyone fits in. 
There will be no mismatched piece.” is what everyone continues to say,
And that’s what everyone believes. 
 
Everyone except me. 
 
No one notices, but I guess that’s because I’m always on the outside looking in. 





Notes: This just came to me when I was thinking about the topic "propaganda" and I literally just penned this down in about 5-10 minutes. Sometimes I get on a high and this just happens. Same thing for my first submission, "Acceptance". I was so groggy at 6.50 in the morning but I had to write something out for some random Literature thingamajig and hence ensued the birth of "Acceptance". :)


Copyright © Euphonious Elysium | Year Posted 2015


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Work In Progress

I am not finished yet, nor am I perfect.
I am a lifetime project.
I am a work in progress.

Each day, I grow a little.
Sometimes bigger … sometimes smaller … 
Always older … often wiser …

My days would seem to be all the same.
Rather sluggish … Frankly boring …
And they are, yes … in the main.

Yet each one has a gift for me.
A thought, perhaps a memory.
Something for me to savour.

Another tiny piece that I can fit 
Into my personal jigsaw. 
The big picture of me …

The picture that I will never see.
The one I will leave for my children.
I hope they’ll like it!



Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009


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FROM NOW ON - REFLECTION ON RETIREMENT



From now on 
Mornings will never be the same

How fortunate I feel
Can’t take it for granted
Everyday I am thankful
Not rich but enough to get by

Free to do as I please
Create my art
Write poetry
Just for the love of it 

No need to peddle or hussle
To put food on the table
Of course it wasn’t
Always so easy

Everything has a price
I haven’t forgotten the years
Of ploughing through
The ruthless game of
Politics and personal agendas
In the arena of public service
Keeping an eye on the finish line
That seemed would never come
Giving my all till depleted
Not everyone is willing to pay the price    

Battered ego
Accumulated scars and anger
Nobody ever said
Respect would be part
Of the salary package

But the finish line comes faster
Than one can imagine
Time passes and 
Only now I stand back
And see the big picture

After comatose years of 
Deprogramming and recharging
Peeling away layer after layer
One day there it is
That inner pearl exposed
Primed to be nurtured and polished

Feeling excessively fortunate
Overall very few people are so lucky
     


Submitted on May 28, 2018 for FROM NOW ON POETRY CONTEST sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON  -  RANKED 9TH


Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018


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Goodbye Marybeth

Marybeth, my little sister, the baby of the family.
A wild blonde, just like her mom, 
She had to have her candy!
From weed to perks, triple two-ees and ludes
Marybeth and Judy were always stewed.
That was in high school, and a few years before
They both settled down like the girl next door.
A husband and children just like Karen and Kate
But mom never met them
She had them too late.
Spent time with her dad, she loved him to death,
He hated her husband, She was his Marybeth!
She shared all her secrets and turned him against
The man that she married - it didn't make sense.
Mare landed a job with the Kromberger clan
They loved her like family; maybe more than...
Her life was too short, her children too young
To lose their dear mother, God, what have You done?
She paid all her dues with the pain she endured
For the past seven years with no hope for a cure.
Being blind was another effect of the coma
And a few years went by before carcinoma 
Eating food from a cup was humbling for sure,
But Mare always kept some humor in store
Her wish when she left us, was for us not to cry
Remember the good times, and stop asking why.
Her time was her time and we'll all have our day
For leaving this life, for slipping away
Our guardian angels are right by our sides
They take our hand gently along with our Guides
And cross us to where we no longer need
The pain and the suffering to which we agreed.
There's always a reason, for the things of today
We can't see the big picture, Faith asks us to pray.
One fact is for sure, we all have a Life Purpose
It's always much deeper than what's seen on the surface
Marybeth's purpose included us all
I'm grateful for that, but what the heck was it for?
Someday I'll look back, probably next New Years Eve.
A year will have passed, I'll still not have grieved.
The hard part for me is the 'wanting' to leave.
Tired of living?  I just can't conceive.
Watch what you 'give,' you will surely receive
Exactly the same as your intention conceived.
It may have been wrapped in beautiful gold
Expecting more thanks than the newspaper-rolled.
Giving without expectations in mind
Is the secret of leaving this world behind.
Then we get to stay and see what makes us tick
We don't judge, we don't talk, just observe 
Don't get sick.
It's not personal.  Whew....
Love you Mare, See you there.


Copyright © karen feist | Year Posted 2009


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A theoretical assumption into the causation of Earth's rotation

1000 miles per hour scientists have calculated the Earth’s rotation
And 25000 miles in 24 hours according to their quotation
They say it is the distance from the sun qualifies their concession
But it is the facts that they failed to mention

The fact in the matter is, it is not gravity, the sun or the moon
So I thought I will break it down so you can see the big picture soon
And those scientific theories are fallible and can be popped like a balloon
Then you can stop watching the Discovery channel and watch a Disney cartoon

In order to deliver the facts I will change from monorhyme
This will give you the information in digestible nuggets in time

Here we go:

Fact: we know that love makes the world go round
Just enough to stop you flying off the ground
According to my calculations, there are 380000 people making love every second
Wait a minute, just in case I am beckoned

22800000 in a minute, 1368000000 in an hour and 32832000000 in a day.
That’s a lot of people indulging in naughty play
Therefore each person generates 3045808967 gigawatts of negative energy
Calculate it yourself and if I’m wrong I’ll change my name to Cenergy.
The negative energy is what repels us from the sun 
This is not generated from the up and down of underwear of everyone
If we quit the Earth will stop spinning 
And this may mean we’ll come out winning
For we won’t die or age in years
We’ll never be made redundant due to someone younger taking our careers

You can borrow money and go in debt
And never pay it off if you take it over a year I guarantee the bet.
For if we stop love, time will stand still
And to get it moving again would need the love pill

So from me and Captain Morgan, we say good night
Tomorrow how the earth got it’s crust we will write.
So say good night to this drunken plumber
And by the way, if we stop the sun will suck us in and that’s a bummer

Good night


Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010


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I'm Sorry Part 1

I'm sorry that I'm always sad, 
That I do things to make you mad.

I'm sorry that I've lost my hope,
I'm sorry for the ways I cope.

I'm sorry that I bring you down,
I'm sorry that I make you frown.

I swear to God that you must believe,
I love you more than you can see.

I'm sorry that my heart is dying,
I swear to you that I've been trying.

I'm sorry that I cannot see,
much future left in front of me.

I'm sorry that I'm so depressed,
I realy know that I'm a mess.

Writing this note's made me see,
Just how much hurt I've made you grieve.

I'm so disgusted with myself,
I'm so damn bad for your good health.

I know that It's hard to admit,
I've made this such a long hard trip.

I feel like I have ruined your heart,
Like I have torn you all apart.

I have a question for you dear,
And, yes, your answere I do fear.

You said that you missed her big picture,
When you saw, you changed your fixture.

For your sake, love, please look at mine,
Before your heart's put on the line.

I'm sorry that I'm so impatient,
I'm just afraid life's not worth waiting.

I really don't want you to leave,
I want for us to both believe.

I want to once again find hope,
But it will be hard on my own.

But then again if I'm too much,
I don't want to kill all your love.


Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011


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Life's Composition

Every morn, I wake to a blank page - 
A canvas, on which I paint
Today

I often revisit past illustrations;
Some statuesque,
and others with rips, tears, and folds;
"Okay" at best
	
Yet as the sun rose Today,
I did not hearken back
nor begin the day’s depiction;
I turned to the future and wondered:
What will be written?

Rather, what will I write?

Forced to ask my reflection
what he wanted in his
Big Picture
I hoped to mimic his vision wholly
Without much stricture

Does he want uniqueness?
With splashes of vivacious colors
to strike society speechless?

Or just a camouflage to hide his weakness?

Maybe he wants a replica;
a proven success.
Tracing another’s outline,
not self-expressed.

He certainly won’t want a still life!
He’s destined to incite change;
That’s how he’ll fulfill life,
and how he’ll fill that page.

Gazing into this mirror -
into my eyes and my mind -
I find a cloud, nothing clearer
No exact path to which I’ll bind.

For I am no omniscient being,
as this blank page can attest...

I want to help.
I want to hope.
To show love to all life
through an optimistic scope.

I am no omniscient being,
as this blank page can attest.
But one thing is definite:
I’ll enjoy life’s quest.


Copyright © Ryan Nash | Year Posted 2009


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YOU ARE A SOUL

You are a soul that is infinate, timeless and eternal .  
Your not just this physical body with a age, gender, role 
And job title   .  You are magnanimous the  size of the universe.
As a soul you are  eternal there for all knowing.
You understand the wisdom of the universe.
 Unplug from the matrix and tune into the 
Big picture, the universe . 
Before you were born you were in the universe
where you decided to make a contract with
Your personal team of angels .
Now we are walking on this earth
We forget and get caught up in the matrix of life.
In your feelings this wisdom is natural.
Our intellect has limitations fears and worries
In our sleep the mind is shut off and the
Soul part can listen and source the truth.
Before you go to bed ask your soul part 
If this is true. Ask who your personal team 
of angels are.


Copyright © Ebbin Florence | Year Posted 2016


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Creator (repost)

'...tell Sid, "The Big Picture."'
    
(from the Movie 'Creator,' 
starring Peter O'Toole)



Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life! 
(they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!)

Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific miracle?
who's to say and who is right,
a priori or empirical?

We're getting more sophisticated,
bio-engineering's next;
stamping genes with pre-formed coding,
who are we to write the text?

We climb the mountain, ever striving
for the answers, right or wrong;
we'll find upon that far horizon
God's been waiting all along.


Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009


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Nothing

We take it for granted.
What we've all been handed.
This wonderful opportunity that is...

Life.

And when we finally notice
we take it all in with no focus
spinning in circles blind without a purpose
feeling lost with no where to run
in the vastness of the world
a web that has been spun
for who?

For us?
How can that be?
We are so tiny.
In this universe we are but a dot.
Among the innumerable stars we are unable to spot.

But to understand the macro scope,
Look under a microscope.
To see the bizarre,
How big we really are.

Life.

We are all made of the same stuff.
Look around,
Everything is like us.
Disagree?
Look at some quantum theory.
Everything is made of atoms,
Now look a little closer,
Protons,
Neutrons,
Electrons,
And what is in between?
The vastness that is...
Nothing.

You are mostly empty space,
And not just you,
The universe too.
It's all made of...
Nothing.

It may be big,
But so are you.
All you need to do,
Is change your point of view.
We put so much value on things we know to be true.
Things we created,
To understand what we thought was complicated,
But are in fact non-existent;
Time,
Distance,
In fact gravity,
Is just a theory,
We created to try to understand what surrounds us.
The universe doesn't know calculus.

We try to understand the big picture,
Looking for answers so we know what to wish for.
But you have all the answers,
It's in your genetic makeup,
You just need to wake up,
And realize that you are big.
As big as this universe.

Everything was created equal because of one thing...
We are made of nothing.


Copyright © David Neuman | Year Posted 2014


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Turn a Blind Eye

A visionary
Selective blinks, loud mouth
Big picture, lacking



Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013


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good morning good night

good morning 
good night

i walked the shadows of hidden meadows until there was a sign to the right, 
you were bathing in the light, then it all fell flat 

good morning
good night 

ride along and sing a song with vague attempts of interpretation,
a transatlantic whirlpool of twisting and turning emotion, 

good morning
good night

 
i'm sorry that karma took a small hit,
but it wasn't my intention 

good morning
good night

perhaps this connection is a singularly demented projection upon failing stars 
whose shine still glitter but with shadows of fear 

good morning 
good night

smiling involuntarily is a beautiful thing I'm sure, 
especially at matters of such insignificance, 

good morning
good night

one strides a rhythmic cadence as the little one jaunts with such carefree joy 
and big picture indifference 

good morning
good night 

it's memory prevention week so I'm setting traps to bring the backhanded troll 
to justice, it's a pretty penny to forgive and forget, my inheritance a bitter 
serenity absorbing youthful anxiety

good morning
good night 

stars cluster unaware of our constant stare, some have the look of shame, 
masking hatred, they're twinkling smiling faces protecting the ones to blame

good morning 
good night

nothing takes aim at the gaps and empty spaces that go on and on, and then 
even after that they go beyond, not so much as a truth or dare of importance, 
more or less an allowance, an embrace

good morning
good night

of course there's courage but it's arrogance that gets the job done, with a split 
personality the lion awaits a cautious blend 

good morning 
goodnight 

the truth of the matter preys pretend and colors splatter in a failed attempt to 
matter, one way is the same all day, baring stops an road blocks along the way

good morning
good night

the hours played sleepless depravation, no breeze, no oscillation, a simple man I 
am not, from where I've come a curious lot

good morning
good night 

after all has been said and nothing has been done, there is the missing, and the 
knowledge and the truth, but in the end we'll start over again

good morning
good night


Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2014


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Time Waits For No One

As the clock turns and your ways remain the same
You don't stop and realize you have a good thing
Your eyes are closed can't see the end of the road
To late to turn back now your luck is gone
Such a shame how you played your silly games
Patience has run out now
I must move on
Tried and hoped that things would change and not remain the same
I won't keep holding on
The love is gone
Move on
Time 
It won't stop for me I've tried so hard with you
Why can't you see your ways have caught up with you
Such a shame how you play your silly games you should have known your time was running thin
Broken promises I'm not down for your childish ways
My future's on the line I have to make my moves
Got goals for the near future each second affects your life
 Can't hold on you're nonproductive
Take the steps improve your mind
I tried to help motive you
Outline the steps make it right
You failed to see the Big Picture
God Bless you
I'm out of your life


Copyright © Lee Baq | Year Posted 2010


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PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN

PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN
WRITTEN FOR DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. HOLIDAY 2016 (Versified!) As days transpires, better we focus. As life transgress, better our voice. A walk, a talk, a political aspect of religion and righteousness. Via the Founding Fathers we separated church and state. Socio-political and socio-religious are the floodgates. As we remember, tears may drop, Is it the strength we possess that ruminates us? We overcame our struggles and we are abreast to our accomplishments. We are the United States of North America.3 Analysis of our external environment let us know that we are a strong workforce. That we are no more separated by the color of our skin. That our unity is our identity of different nations of human beings. That our mien is our self-image of economy – the” big picture” of demeanor. When we falter, we recoup. We do not assume we will fall from what others do. We are the people of our regions that are vast and wide. We are negotiators of our lives.2 As we celebrate today in our mind-sets, we know what may overwhelm us. This could be how far we have come. Or, it could be how far we will continue to go - to climb the mountains that we must peak - to deplete human suffering from the illness we perceive. That is what is known and all the possibilities. We have witnessed many tragedies from the time of formation to present day. But oh, we can find glory just as well in our beliefs, creeds, and unity.1 Envois is this discourse. Pro-activism edifice verbalized. But to no idiom this loll. We are all part of the same universe. Each has his or her role to play. All are formidable when the goal is stated. May one be easier than the other? May we strive to be a part of the same country? Where we are awe-inspiring but together. That is on the same page. Where our lives are the similarity, and the same is our home front. This is right outside our front door.4 The plight is fought and tomorrow is known!5 _____________________________________________________________| Written January 16, 2016!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016


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old soldiers never die

Old Soldiers Never Die 
A neighbour of mine used to be a sergeant in the army,
In his living room he had a big picture of himself,
In full uniform that had many ribbons and medals on.
He served in many countries, Germany, Singapore and
so on, not on the frontline, but as head of the army’s 
motor-pool. Then a day the military let him go, the army 
is no place for old men, and the best years of his life 
was behind him. He liked tinkering with cars, once he 
repaired mine, barking orders what screwdriver he wanted,
 shook his head over my utter incompetence. 
It was a day in October, when the weather was hanging
about, like a soldier who hasn’t got his orders, he went
to bed for his afternoon nap, when his wife brought him
tea at five, he had gone to the military parade in the sky.   


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013


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ADVENTUROUS WOMAN

ADVENTUROUS WOMAN
Life is to live and to chill in. Just relax and lay back and enjoy your living. Do not worry about crazy *** leaders in your country. Law abides and that should tell them something. If it does not, oust. Egypt has done this to two. Adventurous the world maintains. You want to sightsee life insanely. Skydiver you are. You are on flight to the Republic of the Maldives. A political escapade you have partook. You are foreign blood from the United States. This is your family origin and you want to connect. Therefore, you donate to the cause to project. Exploitation you do not mind. You want a fulfilling life and one that enshrines. No matter what the big picture is, your consideration is that life was given to live. Thus, you contemplate with an inner focus. You will enjoy life and all its trinkets. ____________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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It's Only Thru Jesus - The Free Style






~It's Only Through Jesus~ ( Free Style ) It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday The Bible makes it so plain and clear! and there's no other way. God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hand God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity.His love is so Grand. It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense. Praise be the Name of our Mighty God!Because He's in control of everything you can and may not see It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally,call Jesus!and then you'll see. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006
February.15.2018 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) - Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12: 12 ( NIV ) -The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV ) -What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Matthew 16:26 (NIV) “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2018


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The Big Picture

When standing in a foreign meadow
facing the end of someone’s rifle,
don’t think of me or your England
there is a bullet with a name on
made with pride; made with skill to kill; you,
and when you have indeed fallen
an unknown stranger will celebrate with joy
just another mother, father’s boy.
If for purpose a reason to be born
surely it is not to die for someone else’s cause,
if this poem does not quite make sense
then to die a young man neither!

The hand that guides then pulls the trigger; simply
just a servant of a mind, of a mind far bigger!

© Harry J Horsman 2014


Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2014


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Rambling Rose

You live for empty pleasures
They fade through each new song,
I finally see the big picture
You were weak, not strong.

I was young looking for guidance
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
Can't love, for their lives are barely there.

Weeds grow in anything
But rambling roses grow on vines,
Their thorns protect all that’s around
Guarding their gates from the intruding kind.      

All you were was temporary
A stumbling block for the time,
But what’s a mountain in your way
After you decide to climb.

I was young looking for guidance,
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
can't love, for their lives are barely there.

They can never destroy a rambling rose
For they are made strategically rare
They can never blossom or unfold
For their lives were never there.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 7-11-12




Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012


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Motherless Child

You walk around without a clue
The memories you've missed, have also missed you
Yet you keep on going without looking left or right
The big picture is nowhere in sight
You continuously repeat the cycle
I had to release myself from you.

I completely understand the life you were faced
But I don't agree with the decisions you've made
After I gave birth my whole life changed
I had to cleanse myself from myself
Build a whole new me
In order to instill myself in my new found legacy
See, my offspring will know their bearer
Not just of her, but the full her… with error
I will teach lessons and hold lectures in order to guide my two
I will walk beside them with the voice of reason, all the way through
I learned without being taught the lesson of what truly matters.

Now I will pass down my wisdom to make others happier
Thank you for the lessons your absence taught me
It pushed me to be the best me I could be… for me
Not to say that I don’t hold a sense of resentment
I try my hardest to fight it
A constant battle inside
What’s completely wrong and what seems to be right
A war within that is inescapable yet is becoming more bearable
The truths of the most ugliest and most terrible 
Reveal the honesty of what is pure
The essence of life is being explained
The Essence of life could be my cure.


Copyright © Via B. Real | Year Posted 2015


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Even The Dogs Are Dreaming Now

Even the dogs are dreaming now                                                                                                               Their tails Waging against the hardwood floor                                                                                   I en-vie them their sleep                                                                                                               For my dreams have locked me out                                                                                                As I sit here looking for answers to the big picture                                                                                        And in the darkness of the night I remember                                                                                             What it was like as a child falling asleep                                                                                          To the sound of my parents watching the Naked City                                                                     On the black and white T.V. down the hall                                                                                                           So long ago and far away


Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013