Best For Each One Poems

sweet zephyr breezes 
jasmine empress butterflies 
rainbows in our sky

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She’s always drawing mermaids, and they bear
resemblance to their artist, for each one
is but a girl. Dark, wavy, thick, long hair
hides pre-pubescent breasts; Elysian
the islands drawn for all her mermaids seem . . . 
so different from her own reality. 
The islands that she colors...

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Which sunrise is most spectacular?
Which blue sky is bluest?
Are there words in my vernacular,
To express which love is truest?

For love is like a jewel rare,
With many facets, sides,
Which side sparkles more, compare,
In which side does more beauty hide?

Which miracle is more miraculous?
Which happiness holds more...

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Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from...

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Oh tell me where they are, the ones I miss
The ones I long to touch with ardent kiss
Where are the ones my heart is longing for
I ache within for those whom I adore

Where are the ones that I have loved and lost
the ones I tried...

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I know I don’t always do the right thing
Sometimes life just gets in my way
I know I don’t always pray the right prayer
Sometimes doubt leaves me in despair
I know I don’t always leave love in my path
Even though Jesus would make a way past
The sorrow,...

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Children playing, picking flowers
on this April afternoon
up and down the grassy hillside
shadows will be fading soon

As the sudden storm approaches
all of nature darkening
the children dashing homeward
to their mother's call are hearkening

The rain begins its rhythmic dance
as to their back door they both race
once inside they...

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NEW WIZARDS

In legend, gods and wizards roamed the earth
A theatre drawn by magic spell creation
No one dominant in what was real - a dearth
Of fixed scene; each chose their own world contemplation
Drama wild where players contested illusion
Sought to overwhelm in a glorious confusion

There evolved a...

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The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given

Her name-calling ploy is such a childish game
for each one of us has the right to...

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From the deep dark corners of my brain I strain to bring to the surface
the answers I've locked deep, so deep within...Like the matter inside lava in a volcano..my brain, OH !..It hurts, it hurts to dig deep.
I can't seem to reach deep enough for...

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HERE ONE MINUTE?

The tree it grows
The stream it flows
Each in its time
Not yours nor mine

The May bug flies
In  hours it dies
Yet for each one
A full life’s run

Does time speak true?
Our lives accrue
Each minute new
To have or rue

Too short a pass
As dew on grass
Or long,...

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There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville
Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle,
Faithgayle and Hopedelle.
 
They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned
Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind…
Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind.
 
One day,...

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This kind of love doesn't fall from the sky
This kind of love wouldn't end with goodbye
This kind of love leaves you dizzy at times
This kind of love never needs to wonder why

You can always tell how good love should be
Everywhere you look it becomes what...

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The time has come for me to go,
I see the chariot near.
The Angels are now coming for me,
What wonderful music I hear!

A heavenly light is shining above,
My Savior’s dear face I see.
He’s bidding me come over to the other side,
Where endless joys are awaiting me.

The...

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I bleed ink, it flows through my veins
My mind is filled with rhymes
I've even dreamed of the imagery
At least a million times

Rythm and flow, my children's names
Inspiration, is my wife
Imagination, floods my soul
For poetry is my life

Even my tears, are letters
For each one tells a...

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