Best Conversion Poems

Thus we follow little Puff Puff brave and true,
For the Castle of Magic was within her view…
She will journey far under the skies of blue,
When...

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From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground. 

The majesty of...

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The undebatable policy
I put above any pride
Is I would rather be hated for honesty
Than be loved for my lies
'Cause see, to me in these matters
It...

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You were my mind's cocoon ...

Oh, at first I ran, multi-legged, from the intensity of your intent,
  the fear of a love, transforming ......

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My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy...

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Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Most exorbitant in glitters!
O, Divine blessing from above!
Rainbow of multiple colors 
And symbol of love!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!

Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
A universe,...

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September 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Zechariah 1-8

Key Verse – Zechariah 1:6 But my words and my statutes, which I commanded my servants the prophets,...

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God is my great help --- He secures my salvation!
His hands uphold me while transforming me in His conversion!!
He guards my soul by His mighty...

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We praise You, Lord, for providing us the best gift*
Such is everlasting life which does our souls uplift
With Your offered reconciliation midst sin-enmity’s rift
Making us...

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I
I am with Liberty
At least I was
Until 2019, before the Virus
Now as in puerile freedoms
(Just words, not many will sacrifice for;
Most people go along, as...

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I riffle through memories of days gone
    Like a junkyard of photo boxes
        When viewing...

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When I reached the edge of the abyssal night,
in plain view of the condensation of stars,
when "us" was impossible
to carry rolled in my school backpack,
and...

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What if with no ego I awoke?
Would it be a dream? I’d have to poke
or pinch myself to know if it were true.
I guess that...

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The grandstand is gelid by a sharp wintry breeze
Carried off from the field are the last of dead leaves
The shrill of the whistle, muffled calls...

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For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to...

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