Best Got The Message Poems

I had eight POETS honor me with my POEM "BrokenHeart"
But clumsy me, hit the wrong key and sent it of the chart

Then seven POETS chose my First POEM "The Aqua Rose"
Oh silly me, hits the wrong key; in cyber space it Grows

Six POETS chose my...

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Freedom I long to hear your bells ring
If you only knew what it would do to me
Auspice and a pair of Jacks, its sudden destruction
And the Poetry World's composure was completely destroyed
As we complete the circle of Life and Avalanche and bury the Poets
The organ...

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How Hungry for GOD Are You?

How hungry for GOD are you? Do you pray and read the
Word daily?  Do you stay in an attitude of prayer throughout
the day?  Do you stay in fellowship with other believers?
Do you support the work of the Kingdom?

Do...

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Something spoke a promise
Whispered by the sky
And nodding clouds then passed it on
To eagles flying high
Something told the meadow
And gave the sparrow song
Who sang it to the cottontail
Who spread the warmth along
The trees soon got the message
And swayed with new delight
The raindrops danced in evening...

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As Long As I'm Still With You
We had the ups and downs
Sometimes it felt or I made
it seem that I just didn't wont to be with you
Nothing could ever take your place
Within my heart to yours
Nobody could set my heart free like you did

As Long...

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I'm the most unlikely one to interview a goldfish
but we've lived in the same house for a few years.
It's really hard to tell, but I think I've seen her tears.
I wonder what she'd want if she had only one wish.
There's one way to discover what...

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“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.” 
Anatole France

"I heard you wanted to see me Boss?", Lucifer asked.

"I can always see you Lucifer", replied God. "No, I wanted to meet with you. Why are you always messing...

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Tell me something that I don’t know
We breathe the same air,
We shed similar tears
Cause we lived under the same sun
 Man, Woman and child
Somehow, you haven’t got the message yet
With all your wealth
Your buffalo soldiers
Why hold the world hostage
^
You can skip death
Even if you lock...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 12 (d) The fireflower (cont.)

Dominated by one hilltop 
Round in form, it’s summit hidden
In the whiteness of a cloud base
There they saw their destination 

Now they climbed by steepening gradient
Through a changing vegetation 
To a lighter forest ambience 
As the trees...

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Big boats traffic people from pillar to post only heaven knows where it goes
Something fishy is transpiring in the sea, there is a unique smell for you and me. Little fish are brought in creates while the big fish was concealed behind the big gate....

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God, I’m so tired.
I don’t know how many years I’ve prayed,
but all I can hear 
are the sounds of my creaking knees 
and I can’t do it any more.

God, I’m so weak.
I’ve tried to be strong in the faith for so long,
but you’ve beaten me....

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Yes, we’ve got the message
But what of its passage?
From your factories vapor
That does not foster rapport:
To residents a mission
Cushioning the emission…

I fear rearing stalemate 
And a final waiting bait.
I wonder the smart platform
You’ll set up to quell the storm.
Whom you choose as Delegate
They shall behind...

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A frantic phone call from my mother
I cried oh dear what's next?
Arriving at her house she asked
please teach me how to text.

I tried and tried I almost cried
because I laughed so much.
Not at her but laughed with her
at her precious trembling touch.

I said I think...

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Getting Into Heaven

We were testing the children in Dublin
Sunday school to be precise
To see if they understood heaven
And to get in - what was the price
If I sold my house and my car
And gave all I had to the poor
Would that get me into heaven
No...

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Four young fellas rode by around midday.  
Sun was strong as whiskey scratching the back of a three day dried throat.  
The three girls were out front and Ma came out pointing her loaded shotgun.  
Riders like these and the hot sun...

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