Best Fel Poems
Before you set out to face
the day
take a moment
to close your eyes
and free your mind
of all thought,
inhale deeply,
hold it for a few seconds,
then exhale slowly.
Did you feel that?
It's life energy
coursing through your body,
revitalizing your spirit.
Now close your eyes
again,,
Inhale deeply,
hold it for a few seconds,
then exhale slowly.
Did you hear it?
God's whisper,
subtle,
tranquil,
will guide you throughout
the day.
Now close your eyes
again,
inhale deeply,
hold it for a fel . w seconds,
then exhale slowly.
This will jumpstart
your day.
Then go out into the world
and chase your dreams,
and don't let anyone
steal your joy.
If they try,.
you know what to do,
close your eyes,
free your mind of all thought,
and listen for God's
whisper,
then smile,
feel His Amazing Grace,
and continue
your journey through time.
Listen to those birds
Flapping their wings
I love listening to them sing
Children there laughing
While on a swing
Woman proposed to
With a beautiful ring
Little girl climbing
Up on the slide
Boy on the monkey bars
Fell, but he tried
Beagle chasing a cat
The cat was so slow
Because he was so fat
Almost got hit
Would have gone splat
Kids were screaming
On the merry-go-round
Held in so tight
As they went around
Others playing hide n seek
Waiting to be found
At the picnic table
Kids began to munch
They were quite
A curious bunch
A dad was showing his son
How to fly a kite
Was full of colors
Beautiful under the sunlight
Mom was walking
With her little girl
Her hair was full
Of little curls
She had an ice cream cone
Vanilla with chocolate swirl
They finally were sleepy
Went home and sat
Right on moms lap
Fel asleep, took a long nap
6/19/14
Listen to those birds
Flapping their wings
I love listening to them sing
Children there laughing
While on a swing
Woman proposed to
With a beautiful ring
Little girl climbing
Up on the slide
Boy on the monkey bars
Fell, but he tried
Beagle chasing a cat
The cat was so slow
Because he was so fat
Almost got hit
Would have gone splat
Kids were screaming
On the merry-go-round
Held in so tight
As they went around
Others playing hide n seek
Waiting to be found
At the picnic table
Kids began to munch
They were quite
A curious bunch
A dad was showing his son
How to fly a kite
Was full of colors
Beautiful under the sunlight
Mom was walking
With her little girl
Her hair was full
Of little curls
She had an ice cream cone
Vanilla with chocolate swirl
They finally were sleepy
Went home and sat
Right on moms lap
Fel asleep, took a long nap
6/19/14
Arabic script doesn't survive PoetrySoup, I hereby rewrite my previous submitted Arabic poem in FrancoArab letters,
laqad kunt fina al-saraj al-munir .... wa kunt alsadiq wa kunt al-khalil
wa kunt rasul al-mahabati fina .... wa kunt shifa' al-qalb al-alil
ahidna fika al-kholoq al-karim .... ahidna fika al-shahm al-nabil
jasuran shuja'an wa batalan homaman .... ila al-haq taghdu liqasd al-sabil
tajasadat fik asmaa al-ma'anaa .... wa laka fi al-sabr ba'on tawil
fa'an'em birajul qallama .... tu'ti al-hayat lana mathyl
kariman halalata shahidan rahalta .... man ya tura 'ank al-badil
fahna' bi maq'ad sidq aliyan .... bayn al-anhar wa zilen zalil
wa tab mustaqarren yafuh bi'etren .... rubu' al jannati wa al-salsabil
fi janati al-firdaws talqa al-anbia' .... wa jahran tara wajha rabben jalil
kafa'ak Allah bima anta ahloho .... wa a'tak minhu aljaza' aljazil
abi qad motta f matat basmaty .... wa akhtu hayati b khatwen thaqil
tatuaqu lisawtik ozoni fa inhad .... wa qul ya Aliya halum al rahil
satabqaa li hayatoka mathalan aziman .... ba'ad al mamat wa zikron jamil
wa yazallu etruka baynana .... fel manam wa fel suhad badil
thank you Lord
that we can worship you any time of day
thank you that we can worship you even when we pray
thank you that when we feel sad
you give us reasons to smile and make us fel glad,
we can worship you no matter what may come our way
thank you that we can worship you every single day
even when life hurts us and tears roll down our cheeck
we can find happiness when it's you we seek,
thank you that you turn tears of sadnes into rivers of joy
thank you for all the things that you do
no matter what our situation thank you that we can worship you. Amen
Psalm 5 v 7
Isaiah 6 v 3
psalm 66 v 4
psalm 145 v 3
'Here-comes-The-She--riff'/'And-his-second-trusted-Deputy'
'They-chea-ted-and-were-shot-de--ead'/'By-the-new-Ma-yo--or'/ 'Bob-Mar-ley'
'If-their-left-foot-takes-an-in--nch'/'And-their-right-foot-takes-a-lengthier-mile'
'Hand-law-a-forty-fi--ive'/'And-make-that-bestnerd-hop-with-a-smile'
'Your-dancing-half-you-spun-le--eft'/'You-alone-with-Suave-south-for-a-drive'
'Not-as-Missing-Per--sons'/'Posters-as-being-Wan-ted-Dead-or-Alive'
'Your-thrones-King's-and-Que--een's'/'The-Court-Jester-made-his-sweet-sixteen'
'Queen-is-expec-ti--ing'/'King's-glad-Jester-fa-ces-le-Guil-lo-tine'
'Judges-and-Ju--dy's'/'This-here-courtroom-is-in-repossession'
'Gavels-get-rea--dy'/'And-assault-with-deadly-precision'
'Guilty-as-cha--arged'/'Throw-the-book-at-um-as-they-cry-out-ouch!'
'Innocent-is-set-fre--ee'/'After-those-they-accused-gouged-their-eyes-out!'
'Kamala-is-the-fel--la'/'Lady-Justice-like-the-blindfolders-spawn'
'The-Justices-all-wa--atched'/'As-U.-S.-Constitution-burned-on-the-lawn'
'Pu-tin's-confus--sion'/'Non-goes-front-or-back-of-fic--ti--on'
'Tales-from-Tsar's-wo--ods'/'Rasputin-Myname-front- or-back-a-muse'
'Biden-casta--Net's'/'And-Yahoo's-all-over-Is-ra-el'
'Joe-cuts-China-tea--time'/'Pekoe-dives-inside-Starbuck's-swimming-pool'
THE BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE- -
Huh ah a huh
Oooh..oh Look at my little girl isn’t she cute;
And her mommy huh she’s fine this be absolute;
Oh she my daughter gives me fun and laughs;
She just so young this to will past;
We used to walk around hand in hand;
My darling, girlfriend later she became my wife;
She was one of those best things in my life;
We used to walk and talk and hold hands;
She’d tell others that I was her man;
Toss in the dirt get sand in out of eyes offend it hurt;
Playing on the beach, walking the dog on a leach;
Oh, but I was lad
She’s made me happy
I’m glad
She made me very, very happy
I’m glad she has given me the best years of my life;
I have given you a baby girl;
A house to live in and for my little girl lots of girly toys
I have given you my wife a cluster diamond ring;
Remembering it’s not all about money or material thing;
Oh and she makes me so happy;
So happy, so glad
It’s a new day and you’ll never get to heave if you act badly;
Hold me love me ooh kiss me
Girl you made me feel glad also glad
Girl you made me fel also good as it should
Be remembered we gather here together
In love and marriage, this thing we shall cherish;
And when you’re blue I wish that I could count all the tear drops from your eyes;
Counting them up those tears of happiness you cry;
Oh, but I was lad
She’s made me happy
I’m glad
She made me very, very happy
I’m glad she has given me the best years of my life;
4/4/73
Written words by James Edward Lee 1973 ©
MINHA ALMA CHORA AO VER O MUNDO
* Jc Pereira
Olho o mundo,
Minha alma chora,
Um ***** futuro,
É mostra, o que se espera?
Nossas crianças morrendo,
Chuvas de bombas derramadas,
Quer na Síria, Gaza ou Líbano,
Elas são chacinadas.
A mulher desvalorizada,
sofre estupro,
Violentada, empoderada,
Dela fazem apenas uso.
O idoso vai para asilo,
Nem os filhos os quer,
É mantido preso,
Em abrigos relés,
Sob a violência jaz o mundo,
A Igreja se perdeu,
Religião virou comercio,
Objeto de Fariseu.
Olho o mundo e choro,
A hipocrisia reina,
O rico cada vez mais rico,
O pobre jogado na arena.
Tal como na Roma antiga,
No Coliseu da Injustiça Social,
O rico se delicia na arquibancada,
Oprimindo o pobre, um ser banal.
Olho o mundo e choro,
Não vejo solução,
Resposta não encontro,
Para este mundo cão.
O político se corrompe,
Age em causa própria,
Esquece o pobre,
O dinheiro é sua gloria.
Mundo ingrato e cruel,
Se Jesus voltar hoje,
Vão lhe dar vinagre e fel,
Pois o homem, não o conhece.
Crucificarão Jesus novamente,
De forma mais cruel,
O homem perdeu o norte,
O mundo é Torre de Babel
Jose Carlos Pereira
O autor, Dhc. Dr. Jose Carlos Pereira PHD, é doutor em Filosofia, PHD em Teologia, Doutor em Comunicação, Capelão, Bispo, Pastor, Teólogo, Filosofo, Embaixador da Paz, Comendador Ordem do Mérito Teológico Cientifico, Medalha Mandela para a Paz Mundial, Medalha Cecília Meirelles, Medalha Castro Alves, Medalha Santo Agostinho, entre outras e mais de uma centena de Comenda recebidas, pelo seu ativismo pela paz e a educação inclusiva e na elaboração de Projetos Sociais visando o bem da humanidade.
O Autor é UN Volunter, Signatário do Pacto Global das Nações Unidas, e Membro consultivo do UN Ecosoc/Esango.
É Jornalista, Fundador e Presidente do Franco da Rocha News e do Instituto Educando Para a Paz.
Listen to those birds
Flapping their wings
I love listening to them sing
Children there laughing
While on a swing
Woman proposed to
With a beautiful ring
Little girl climbing
Up on the slide
Boy on the monkey bars
Fell, but he tried
Beagle chasing a cat
The cat was so slow
Because he was so fat
Almost got hit
Would have gone splat
Kids were screaming
On the merry-go-round
Held in so tight
As they went around
Others playing hide n seek
Waiting to be found
At the picnic table
Kids began to munch
They were quite
A curious bunch
A dad was showing his son
How to fly a kite
Was full of colors
Beautiful under the sunlight
Mom was walking
With her little girl
Her hair was full
Of little curls
She had an ice cream cone
Vanilla with chocolate swirl
They finally were sleepy
Went home and sat
Right on moms lap
Fel asleep, took a long nap
6/19/14
u can do anything u set your mind 2
work hard and your dreams will find you
i use 2 sit in my room and watch one tree hill
picked up a pen and started to focus on my skill
haters stand over u like there giants
seein people fail to haters is a triumph
so the weak are there right type of clients
findin dreams is like workin in science
u have to mix all diffrent kinds of chemicals
make sure your time is memorable
work hard but in your mind stay sensible
dont look for sunshine in december fall
no qualifacations or exams
dont make me less important than the next man
when right hand is tired i use my left hand
dont mean i aint a good rapper if i dont get a deal with def jam
im a star but i aint placed in the sky
dont make decisions on a shake of a dice
do as i please i pace my own life
i lace my own nikes
i fear the lowest lows
more than the highest heights
when im bleedin i wont let it show
ups and downs is just part of life
with no help i came thru hell breathin
and i cant see myself leavin
til i need help breathin
rap is more important than my dreams of michelle keegan
even if i fel broke
i still hope
me and my pad have grown real close
4get yesterdays pain and u will grow
write your own future,the past remains told
why go for silver if u can claim gold
now is my dream time know that
i will rap til the green line goes flat
roses are red
and voilets are blue
start your journey
u are the pilot for you
POEM 12 MAY BE TOMORROW
MYBE TOMORROW I WILL BE SITTING BESIDE YOU STARING INTO YOUR WONDERFUL LOOKING EYES.
MYBE TOMORROW MY STOMACH DOES A FLIP & MY HEART CRIES WITH THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU.
MYBE TOMORROW I DON'T THINK I SHOULD BE FEELING LIKE I AM TODAY BUT MYBE TOMORROW I WILL FEL BETTER.
MYBE TOMORROW EVERY TIME YOU TOUCH ME OUR LOVE JUST GET STRONGER.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
TORRE DE BABEL
Busco a Paz
encontro confusão,
isto é verdade
na Babel da religião.
Raça, tribo, nação
em todo planeta,
línguas em confusão,
paz não aceita.
Deus, O grande Eu sou,
Pai da humanidade,
Não da religião,
quer a Sua Verdade.
Por caminhos toscos,
caminha o homem,
em tudo insensato,
como um Totem.
Rejeita Deus em sua soberania,
Tem mais valor sua religião,
A de outrem diz valer nada,
Só a sua Deus dá aprovação.
Cria ídolos mudos surdos,
estátuas estáticas que adora,
de gesso puro,
e diz que a Deus fala.
De Deus somos,
imagem e semelhança,
com ele direto falamos
Cristo é nossa fiança.
Deus o Todo Poderoso,
É o Grande eu Sou,
o Incriado.
O que a tudo criou.
Torre de Babel,
o homem confunde e se confunde,
destila fel,
quando religião defende.
a verdadeira religião
é com Deus estar,
ter o próximo no coração,
somente ao Pai adorar.
Arbitrar e conciliar,
não esquecer o órfão,
a viúva apoiar
a paz levar.
não se aliar a corrupção
oferecida pelo mundo,
levar sempre no coração,
a paz do Todo Poderoso.
José Carlos Pereira
Francisco Morato, 20 de Novembro de 2017
São Paulo Brasil.
Lost my dog, the leash slipped out of my hand, and I fel-l
Obviously I searched high and Lo
Somewhere out there my dog was in distres-s
The search continued and I started to fre-t
Does a dog usually return to its yar-d?
Only hoping now someone would be a her-o
Glad someone was, he was found; I got back my do-g!
"Enti agmal bent fel donia," he whispered so lovingly.
"Shokran awi ya ostaz el wasim," she replied tenderly.
"3afwan ya amar, meaning more beautiful than the moon."
Candva am stiut
exact de cate ori vreau
sau trebuie
sa-mi indoi hartia de impachetat
inainte sa trimit
un colet social.
Pe vremuri, hartia
era atat de importanta,
uneori la fel de importanta ca si continutul,
iar livrarea- momentul-
urmaream sa fie perfecta.
De-alungul anilor
am avut indoituri,
linii, urme, scris frumos si
chiar si rupture. Ce bine ca exista scotch!
Desene, mai rar…
Trecutul meu emotional
tot pe hartie
l-as asterne daca pachetul de azi
nu ar carboniza
insasi mainile care incearca
sa inghesuie Totul si Nimicul
intr-o cutie singulara.
Pentru fiecare intrebare
pe care am sters-o mai mult sau mai putin constient,
pentru fiecare umbra lasata de colturi ,,nota bene”,
pentru fiecare taietura incapatanata
ce-mi forta vindecarea din ore in zile,
pentru toate
vreau sa materializez acum,
inainte sa ma ridic cu picioarele de pe pamant,
un ultimatum:
"Let it burn!"