Best Instead Of Poems
Sometime instead of pink, I like Red
Sometime instead of playing with children,
I want to go on date
Sometime instead of Fishes, I like Swans
Sometime instead of T-shirt,
I want to wear Gowns
Sometime instead of Social problems,
I like to read Love story
Sometime instead of cute girl,
I want to look beautiful lady
Sometime instead of chocolate,
I like to receive Flowers
Sometime instead of meeting him for minutes,
I want to spend Hours
Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does…
Instead of stopping by, and thinking of me…
You walked away and thought the worst of me!
Instead of taking the time to ask; “Is anything wrong?”
You got upset and told me;
“I don’t belong!”
Instead of spending time with me in prayer…
You “brushed me off.” And didn’t even care!
Instead of extending God’s
mercy and grace…
You “smeared my name” all over the place!
Instead of being Christ example
as you pretend to be…
You made up your mind to
“have nothing to do with me!”
What if Christ treated others the way you do?”
Would there being any meaning
in HIS words; “I love you?”
What if, for just a brief moment in time…
Christ chose to be angry, rude and unkind?
Are you willing to be Christ’ example?
Is his love in you?
Can I find a “sample?”
What if we all treated others the way Christ does?
Knowing that it’s all of us
that Christ truly loves!
May this be a wake up call and a reminder!
We need to love as Christ does! And be kinder!
By Jim Pemberton
During lunch I announced when I retire I am going to go to jail.
What?
Jail, I repeated. I will rob a bank or something.
The three others laughed.
Think about it, I told them. How much do nursing homes cost?
They started to think about it and discussed how much they
Were already paying for their own mothers
$4,500 a month $8,000 a month, $10,000 a month.
Jail is free right? To the prisoner anyway, not to the rest of us.
I could play cards, make lots of new friends, and maybe write poetry
New story ideas I’ll bet, maybe some really juicy new story ideas!
My family would save thousands of dollars, maybe even tens of thousands
Of dollars.
How would you get in? I would rob a bank, I told them. No one laughed.
They were thinking…..
Then all three burst out laughing.
I could! I insisted, convincing no one, not even myself.
Poetry;
Silence;
Who wants violence?
Dark dreams;
Evil screams,
Hold on strong,
The fight is nearly
gone,
Fighting to breathe,
Fighting to see,
It's hard to believe
this is me,
I never saw myself
falling to the
blade,
But in the end this
is how I'm paid,
Suffering from
tears,
Torn from fears,
All I know is that,
I'm not sure why I'm
here,
Told to live,
But living a lie,
Stuck in a place
where everyone wants
me to die,
Hurt and confused,
Broken and bruised,
Not sure what to do,
But i Will fight
till I can't move,
This is what I must
do,
Counting Crows
Someone else’s song and dancing anyway
I know that I have my own music
Somewhere singing inside the brightest corner of my soul
HS, as one of my many aunts calls the Holy Spirit,
Whispers
Way to go
“Nah Nah Nah Na, yeah”
To borrow a lyric
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos
Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers
With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices
With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links
With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
4142013
Write a poem…
1.
I'm not without passion,
I keep it controlled.
To temper the action,
that's my role.
Not to say I am passive,
don't care to relate.
If I need to elevate,
the key I keep
is to where flame
burns deep.
2.
Summer is ending.
Where did it go,
maybe the cicadas know,
singing their lives out
with a corporate shout.
Where did it go,
to make room for snow?
We have none here.
Less reason to fear
the end is near.
competition instead of cooperation
we are growing they say
but how
are we growing fat in hatred
or are we growing slim
in love
we are growing they say
but how
are we growing big in lies
Or small in truth
yet we are growing
I just wonder how
how we are growing
are we growing up well
or are we growing up dying
to live
yet we are growing
yes we keep growing
but were are we growing to
even when we grow
how do we grow
are we growing
when there are so many
in need out their in the third world
are we growing when food waste
in some part of the world
while their are too many hungry
stomach in so many places
are we growing when
truth is dying
about to be buried
far away from our existence
are we growing when
our soul remains stagnant
no spiritual growth
cos no more common sense
yet we are growing
growing in a world of
competition instead of cooperation
INSTEAD OF WAR
HISTORY IS A MYSTERY TO HUMANITY,
SOME KNOWN WITH AN EVIDENCE,
SOME UNKWOWN WITHOUT A TRACE,
PEOPLE EAGER TO KNOW WHY LIFE IS WHAT IT IS NOW?
IN OUR STRUGGLE TO LIVE,
WE GOT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT SENCE IT MAKES TO LIVE WITHOUT WAR,
THE HIGHEST STUPIDITY OF MAN KIND, IS THE ACT OF HATE,
LIKE A BIRD FLY,
WE FLY WAR,
LIKE A LION FEED ON FRESH MEAT
AM EMPIRE SUCK DRY THE FURTURE OF THE INNOCENT,
LIKE A VAMPIRE,
WE WAR FROM DISTANCE PLACES,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS TOGETHER PULL OFF THE MARKS OF ISOLATION
THEN THE RUMOURS OF WAR WILL EXIST NO MORE
LIKE A GLASS FALL,
BREAK THE BOND OF HATE,
THEN YOU SEE UNITY WILL ALWAYS KNOCK ON THE DOORS OF OUR TOWN,
LIKE A RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL SON
INSTEAD OF WAR
LET LOVE FLOW FROM THE TOP TO THE BUTTOM,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM OLD TO YOUNG,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM GREAT TO SMALL,
INSTEAD OF WAR
ON EVERY CONERS OF THE WORLD,
LET UNITY REIGN LIKE THE AIR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
IN OUR 21ST CENTURY,
LET IT BE WRITTEN THAT WE LEARN TO TOLERATE ONE ANOTHER,
DESPITE OUR DEFERENT OPINION,
LET IT BE SAID IN DISTANCE TIME,
HOW BRAVE WE ARE TO UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF PEACE,
INSTEAD OF WAR
WE NEED TO ANSWER THE CALL OF NATURE,
THE CALL OF LOVE,
LET MAKE USE OF THE TRUTH IN US,
THERE IS LOVE IN EVERYONE,
INSTAED OF WAR
LET THE MOUNTAIN HILLS OF ILLUSION BE DRONE DOWN,
WITH TOGETHERNESS IN UNITY,
LET THE TEMPLES OF SATAN BE BURN ABRAZE BY OUR STRUGLE TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER,
WE NEED NO MORE WARS IN THE WORLD,
LET THUNDER STRIKE DEAD THE PULPIT OF THE PROPHETS OF DOOM,
LET THE EARTH SHAKE AWAY THE TREASURE OF BABYLON UNTIL THEY BE BORN AGAIN,
LET THE SUN HEAT DOWN THE WEAPONS OF DISTRUCTION,
OF ALL SATANIC VAMPIRES,
INSTEAD OF WAR,
WHERE DREAMS ARE SHATTERED,
INNOCENT BABIES CRY FOR HELP,
BUT NONE TO HELP,
MOTHERS BLEED TO DEATH BY MEN ON KAKI JACKET,
SMOKES OF DRONE ON EVERY CONERS OF THE INNOCENT STREET,
CHANTS FOR HELP LEFT AND RIGHT,
UP AND DOWN FROM THE LIPS OF THE POOR,
BUT WHO IS TO HELP?
ALL FOR WAR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS MOVE TO A BETTER WAY,
THE WAY OF LOVE,
THE WAY OF UNITY,
DESPITE WHATEVER IS,
THE WAY OF PEACE
I REST MY CASE.
Growing apart instead of growing together
Written By Dean Masciarelli
February 3, 2010 (7:10am)
Growing apart instead
of growing together
With the one person that meant
everything and more to you
Is truly saddening
And it is difficult to weather
Especially when a gravitational
pull starts pulling at your spirits
Taking the two of you in
completely different directions
But unfortunately instead of
living with a partner
that you used to know so well
that you loved with every
ounce of your heart and soul
It's like living with a room mate
Because you have grown
apart from each other
And when you reach that point
When you are no longer able
to communicate with each other
It literally breaks your heart
And that’s when reality
hits you in the head
Because you know that
the relationship is dead
And you start living
two separate lives
And no matter how hurtful it can be
and how painful it is
you have to try and remain optimistic
So that you can stay focused
on each day as it comes
And that is the only
thing that you can do
Because it will take you some
time before you can
actually heal after it is all over
And that alone can truly be heartbreaking
Especially when you had hopes and dreams
that the relationship would last forever
Jesus was an innocent man;
The son of God, while Barabbas
Was a Jewish dyed-to-the-wool
Enemy to the Roman Empire
“Crucify him!” “Crucify him!”
“Release Barabbas!” “Release Barabbas!”
The masses chanted in unison…
To the cross the virtuous Man
Was nailed, while the murderer
Went away scorch free,
To kill more Romans
Today, we still repeat the same
Crucifixion by following one’s charms
Instead of one’s ways; hiring a family
Member who is unqualified for a job,
Instead of hiring a stranger
Who is qualified for the same job;
Voting for a politician because of his wealth
And influence, instead of a peasant farmer
Who promises change
It is by choosing falsehood instead of Truth,
That we choose Barabbas instead of Jesus,
Leading us to frustration and chaos
But, in the end, Truth becomes visible
To us as an eternal Force
That we cannot live without
By: Teddy Kimathi
Choice of Motif: Philosophical
The day walks
She haste by in a troubled fog
Not stopping
Nor slowing down…
Again, again
same and same
slow by slow
she keeps going
On and On
No stopping to admire the dawn
Nor to gaze at a golden sunset.
As life moves she absorbs in it
No longer an individual,
but merely an existence until
Death knocks
And she stops to answer.
As we get older, we think more about our death
And how many days on this Earth we have to give.
We tend to think about how much time we have left,
All the while, thinking about the life we’ve lived.
We start to analyze the bad things from our past
And count the days until our life come to an end.
But don’t dwell on which day ahead will be your last.
There’s plenty of time left for you to make amends.
But we can’t do anything about days gone by.
Regrets are there and we all have our fair amount.
Don’t live out your days wondering why.
“Instead of counting the days, make each day count.”
Remember your life for the good things there have been
And for the wonderful family you have raised.
Keep close the memories of those who’ve become friends
And remember that you are always loved and praised.
*“Instead of counting the days, make the days count.”
*Quote by ?????? from tv commercial for Fairmount Assisted Living, Tucson, AZ
You must remember this, the way the young French waiter
pronounced her name, Sarah Vog-gan
singing "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
This is a feeling, No one can ever reprieve..." And how
on a small balcony in Paris where God spends His
summers, a baguette blessed with supper wine is holy.
How Green is the property of street-lined sycamores,
bursting giants of June. And, Blue, the divine province
of Bleu de Paris, a sky gold-kissed in a sly embrace until
no one misses the sun behind summer's spun-sugar
clouds. And, pray you then, think of those mysterious
shape-shifters in the Ebouie' fountain when bereft
of seas, rivers, crystalline mountain streams,
the softly heard roaring of their leonine songsters
took us to a place where the salmon leap,
their hearts bursting for home.
I'm breaking down again.
My patience has worn thin.
I can't promise you anything.
It kills me that I can no longer do anything for you.
I'm watching you descend.
You're so broken.
I'm sorry for letting you down.
I just wish I could replace some of the mistakes that I have made.
I want to give you the devotion I believe you deserved.
I wish I could show you your worth.
I bury my face in my hands.
This isn't how I had it all planned out.
But now I'm helpless in all of this and I feel like I have betrayed you.
God I hate myself for allowing you to fall face first.
I wish I could have done so much more.
I just wish God would grant me another chance.
One more opportunity.
I pray for clarity.
I don't understand the meaning in this tragedy.
I feel you slipping away in a dream that I can't escape.
I have made so many mistakes.
You're blameless.
I can't take this.
I feel the tears fall.
I wish God would have taken me instead of you.
If I could I'd give you my all just to bring you back.
But you're slipping through the cracks.
As much as I try there's absolutely nothing I can do.
I'm sorry.
I wish I could look deep into your eyes and apoligize .
I'm sorry.
IF I could I'd give my life just to see you live another day.