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WHEN I STOP AND PRAY

When the storm clouds boil around me, 
And the lightning splits the sky--. 
When the howling wind assails me,
And life's sea is rolling high--
When my heart is filled with terror,
And my fears, I can't allay--
Then I find sweet peace and comfort, 
When I simply stop and pray.

When the things of life confound me,
And my faith is ebbing low--
When my trusted friends betray me,
And my heart is aching so--
When the night seems black and endless,
And I long for light of day--
Then I find a silver dawning,
When I simply stop and pray.

There are things beyond the heavens
I can't begin to understand,
But I know that God is living,
And I know He holds my hand.
Yes, I know He watches o'er me
All the night and all the day--
And He's always there to hear me
When I simply stop and pray.


Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006

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The End

The End

Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.

The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.

What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.

I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words. 

Lying on an ice-cold white slab this darkest night,
I see the pale yellow moon’s sad face in the sky.

With visions of people who’ve crossed over before,
I wonder when Charon shall finally appear?

Shall it be him who appears on this new horizon?
Or shall it be someone or something else?

The everyday mortal world moves on as before:
Regardless of one’s wealth, poverty, fame, shame, infamy.

I guess now all the ancient mysteries of the universe,
Shall become obvious and answered in kind.

I wonder what shall be said to me and the reception?
Thumbs up or thumbs down—I guess I shall find out.

The pale yellow moon now appears brighter . . . 
As if a special message cometh soon from a winged angel.

Hope this helps to answer my lingering questions . . .
As the dark void from the mortal world grows greater now.

I feel a gentle tug pulling me upward now from Earth’s grasp,
Into the majestic arms of infinity and into God’s eternal light!        

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 12, 2016 (Lyric)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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Reflection of an old man

As I gaze upon a frail old man opposite me He looks at me and a smile appears on his face I decide to stop and talk to him for a while To reflect upon those years gone by Old man, where has your life gone? Time has flown by, doesn't life moves so fast Can you remember when you were younger? Handsome man with long dark hair, the ladies loved, but its all gone now, not even any grey patches A gleam in your eye just like James Dean, but your face is old and wrinkly now Your hands were so strong, but now shake and shiver Like a stallion, your strength was of legends, but through the years you became so weak and fragile Do you remember all the loves? All those hearts your broke? The one that broke your heart? I know she skips through your mind from time to time Such a beautiful woman, full of class, you thought one day you would marry, have lots of children and die happy. Funny how life works out, how it never goes to plan What you have today is never what you thought it would be Do you remember all those who hurt you? Through time you learnt to forgive, life is too short for grudges I know you miss your real beloved, your precious mother, who sacrificed her life for you Who held you so close the day you were born, sadly, you lost her so young Life was hard with so much poverty, and I know you wonder what happened to your childhood, but you got through and learnt how to spread love You didn't let the demons defeat you, because your were drawn to the angels Think about all the happiness you brought, how many tears you wiped away and how you listened But what about those dreams you had? Do you have many regrets? Or is life too short for that? Do you feel you have left behind a legacy? I see loneliness in your eyes, everyone you loved, has left in the end. Are you happy with what you will leave behind? Do you like what you see in the mirror? As, I turn away from the mirror, and tears roll down my face I think to myself, what happened to the fun and the adventure Whatever happened to all those passengers? What happened to me? But, then I remind myself, life is what it is and everything happens for a reason Some you win, some you lose Life is too short for regret It's good to reflect, but also good to be content... The Silent One 24 September 2015


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Follow Me

The mountain plays her song; I must go and sing along.
In her misty morning air, it’s the place where I belong.
My heart will lead me to a world that’s calling out for me
And I’ll reach up to the stars from her mountain’s majesty.

Follow me… and I will take you there.
Follow me… and I will take you there.

The sea is calling out for me; calling me her way.
Her winds will fill our canvas sails to take us far away.
My heart will lead me to the voice that calls out from the sea
And I will set a course in search of the wonders there for me.

Follow me… and I will take you there.
Follow me… and I will take you there.

The wild and windy golden plains are calling out to me.
Her rolling fields are home to all the horses running free.
My heart will help me find the world that’s calling out my name
And once we’re in this restless place we’ll never be the same.
 
Follow me… and I will take you there.
Follow me… and I will take you there.
Come with me...and I will take you there.
Come with me…and I will take you there.

1-7-17


Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2017

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Every now and then

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Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013

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When Love Becomes an Ocean -Revised

Barefoot we spend our time in spring, Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream When we, in love are blossoming. We splash inside a cool fresh stream. Our time in spring - how sweet the dream! A few years pass; there comes an ache for something more in summertime. We feel such heat! Down by the lake we soothe our ache. It is sublime down by the lake in summertime! Refrain: Love is a stream, and then it grows. A river soon, through life it flows! And two enduring to the end see love become an ocean then! A rushing river, wanting more, through highs and lows, still so in love, we roll down to the ocean’s shore where memories we’ve plenty of! We stroll fall’s shore, still so in love. An ocean of devotion lies ahead of us – deep like the sea. Our souls live on; the greatest prize - to share out love eternally! Oh winter’s love, deep like the sea Refrain: Love is a stream, and then it grows A river soon, through life it flows! And two enduring to the end see love becomes an ocean then! (just went through this and significantly changed it to make it more generic and also to include all four seasons of love)


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Listen With Your Heart

Listen with your heart to the music that I play It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain. It belongs to mendearing rivers that lead you far away Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythms gently sway. Take my hand.Let me take you places that you do not know about I will shower you with magic and treasures yet unfound. I will not promise you butterflies on the next early dawn but we'll walk through paths, where you feel solaced by one look into these eyes with an unfading glow. I will not promise you sunsets reflecting on my face but you'd feel last crimson-embers within my warm embrace. Take my hand.Let me take you places where life is young and free All dark forests, I will paint with colours, in a world for you and me Listen with your heart to the music that I play It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain. It belongs to mendearing rivers that will lead you far away Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythyms gently sway.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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Sunday Morning - me singing -


Sunday Morning

Piano intro:

Verse:

Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear the trees the wind is swaying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you hear the song the birds are saying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore


Chorus: 

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear he’s calling out to you
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
There is so much more that you can do
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Chorus:

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Verse:

Can you hear the little children crying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can feel the flowers are you trying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

On Sunday morning, on Sunday morning (Repeat) 






Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….




Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

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SHADES OF MY GLOOM


In vertigo of night, in their riddled trance 
Boldness of petals melt on washed-out shades,
As faces etch a quiet gloom in varied hues
Capturing splashed oil, neutral and bright
While I gaze longingly at a portrait…
Man and wife , as if  holding a child almost
Unseen …hidden through a float of blue-white.

Through dimming pain, a view lights up for a time
Where orange of moonlight quietly slips
Amid this rosette outburst and aching gray,
With blossoms strewn along pale candlelight…
How languid colors begin to mold my thoughts
Drowning in a pang of loneliness… I ask 
In silence..are the couple ,the babe dying?...dead?
And the fusion of tender, lonely motif allows me
To weep inside, captive in a gasping moan... the kind 
Which shapes a tone between life and elegy.



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Frank Herrera's  Contest: YOUR PERSONAL BEST of 2016
Written 5/09/2016        Re-submitted 10/18/2016
POTD Awardee
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Inspiration from the painting, Les Amoureux en Gris
Artist: Expressionist, Marc Chagall ( illustration included)


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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I'll Feel Much Better Tomorrow - Lyric by Alexis Y

I went to the local bar in town ... feelin' really down, 
        down on my luck now ... hard to make a buck now.
So Mr. Bartender please pour me a shot
         I wanna drown my troubles today.
Mr. Bartender give me what you got
          I wanna drink my sorrows away.
 I "ll feel much better tomorrow, 
Yeah I'll feel much better tomorrow 
          Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.
I'm  really not the drankin' kind... just one to ease my mind;
            down in a hole now ... feelin' kind'a low now. 
So Mr. Bartender please pour me a shot
         I wanna drown my troubles today.
Mr. Bartender give me what you got
          I wanna drink my sorrows away. 
 I"ll feel much better tomorrow, 
Yeah I'll feel much better tomorrow. 
          Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.
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I just wanna get away... for reason I just can't say,
  trying t' figure out now... how to get out now.
 So Mr. Bartender please pour me a shot
         I wanna drown my troubles today.
Mr. Bartender give me what you got
          I wanna drink my sorrows away. 
 I "ll feel much better tomorrow 
Yeah I'll feel much better tomorrow. 
          Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.
       

   Mr. Bartender give me what you got I'm gonna drink my troubles away.


Lyrics by Alexis Y and Mark Massey and Music by Mark Massey


Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2017

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Sleeping With The Enemy

SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

See what you want to see
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
Eat what you can't be

Come sleep by my side
The whole world is our playground
Don't make a sound
Stop clowning around

In the mist of the night,
You keep me from crying

I wipe off the taste of your lips
You kiss me starting at my inner hips
You broke me in a way..
I hate to say your love is better every day 
I deny you, the one thing I can't say

You are my pillow
Where I rest my legs,
Can you feel me~
This moment feels right
I just want to die here, 
Die here ~ 
Die here by your side

I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I sleep with the enemy by my side
Come here and hold me
After you watched my worlds collide
Come here and love me
I'm yours till the end of time
You can rock me!
Under the moon and its rhyme
I put it all to a side, how I hate you inside
I can't let go
I just want you to know
I'm a fool in love with you
Even if it doesn't show!

~SKAT~
12- 7- 10


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

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It Is Springtime In Heaven

It is now springtime in heaven Sky is so blue...sun shining so bright Beautiful flowers are everywhere Angels are dancing...as the harps play Here on earth...we scamper around Sky is so blue...sun shining so bright Beautiful flowers are everywhere We are missing the angels in heaven Angels are dancing...as the harps play They await the day...as we do also As once again we will all be together Our mothers and us...in heaven above Dedicated to: Our Mothers in Heaven and her children who will be missing her this weekend on Mother's Day To all of you who still have your mother here on earth with you make sure she knows how much you love her.


Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2011

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BetweenThe Lines

Between the lines I walk a million miles You hold me in your arms a hundred thousand times Between the lines I wonder about your dark and serene nights Are you all alone,Is there someone on the phone Is there someone by your side Rubbing off the colours of my little smile Between the lines,you're on my mind I will spend a lifetime searching for your eyes Searching just for you,Oh darling if you'd knew Would your lips make love to me the way they used to do Will you come between the lines or leave me feeling blue Between the lines there's a paradise,Between the lines I write So many words unsaid,many moments gone,and wishes still unheard Between the lines ,between the lines I write you'll once again arise Blazing in my heart like a candlelight You still live inside of me,you re-appear suddenly You keep getting closer ,so unexpectedly Between the lines,yes you are still there ,and I am still here We were meant to be,never to be set free Between the lines,,between the lines I write
This lyric poem is inspired by a Lionel Ritchie's song 'Hello'


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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Shadows In My Mind

Darkness brings the shadows
Of places I have been
Memories loom in corners
Rattling in the wind
Sometimes whispers haunt me
Never letting go
Race across the star shine
Answers left unknown
Reaching blindly through the night
Someone to hold close
Only to find vapors
Drifting down like tears
Shadows never listen
'Till the morning light
Then I'll follow sunrise
Far into my mind

Then I'll follow sunrise

                          Far into my mind




02/09/13
© All Rights Reserved


Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013

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Sun And Moon

. I am the moon hanging solitary in the sky watching sails fluttering by breathlessly against the wind. I'm just a rock ,dark,unknown without a light that is my own. Yet He ,He sees hues I cannot see and the true colours in me. He, He is familiar to my face This face that shines less brightly without his full embrace. He is the sun, He is the one Never so close , always too far yet still staying behind me . He casts his softest glow reflecting orange and soul, He penetrates his warmth A fire ball of wants , Then fades ,fades away in the horizon. He is the sun, He is the one in a universe of nothingness . He fills our gaps,hopes and regrets Never so close ,always too far yet still staying behind me. I am the moon ,He is the sun He is the one...He is the one


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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Think Not Of This Night

My cherished one , Think not of this night with an absent moon But think of those nights that we used to know Think of those nights 'neath the sky's window light where we lay side by side . Think of sea-scents that wafted before Think of old waves that lulled us to sleep as they lapped on the shore. My cherished one , Think not òf this night with an absent moon But think of those nights that we used to know Think of those nights 'neath the sky's window light where we lay side by side . Your tanned face was not a blank page It was filled with sweet words that I spilled and soft kisses I've trailed. My cherished one , Think not of this night with an absent moon But think of those nights that we used to know Oh those nights 'neath the sky's window light where we lay side by side . On those nights, how you gazed with deep amorous eyes . As Spring was half-dressed , your restless fingers caressed Out of love , it was built , our warm cosy nest . But flowers just didn't bloom , and birds couldn't survive , Nor did our dream , or our child , Neither did you in the line of my life . My cherished one , Think not of this night with an absent moon but think of those nights that we used to know Think of those nights under the sky's window light where we lay side by side ,Oh yeah , once we lay side by side .


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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Room 13

Doors close on a broken heart,
A broken man, a world apart,
I watched you down the motel hall,
Lonely stride with eyes that fall.
Turn you heart to my view,
I'll take you hand and rescue you.

I'll show you things you've never seen,
I'll make you dream in room thirteen.

Window's open to a poolside view,
There is a jacuzzi with room for two.
A little slow dancing to a Sinatra song,
The breeze in the curtains move along.
A king size bed with sheets colored blue,
I'll take you to the clouds, that's what I'll do.

I'll show you things you've never seen,
I'll make you dream in room thirteen.

A night to remember could be yours, just see.
There is a light on, and that light is me.

I'll show you things you've never seen
I'll make you dream in room thirteen.


March 15, 2015


Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2015

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Sing Solitude-Play Soltude-Confetti's Song

Hidden away 
between the broken chimes
of church bells 
lies the dream of a man
the waltz of a butterfly
and love for one woman
He carves her name from a star
on a pebble~
burying it deep
where corals sleep

Across the moon 
wishes concieve
from moist salt on his cheek
in the womb of an ocean
ocean so deep,ocean so dark
dark as the night in his soul

Hidden away
between the broken chimes
of church bells
lies the dream of a woman
the soft breeze of a petal 
and love for one man
She paints his smile from a rainbow
holding it high ~
where sunsets splash
in the sky

Across the moon
wishes concieve
in the womb of a desert
desert so steep,desert so dry
dry as  each crack on her lips  

Hidden away 
between the melidious chime
of church bells
lives the love of a man
lives the love of a woman
where oceans meet
where deserts greet
where stars collide
where dewdrops fall
Lashes caress
the dream in their eyes 

Play Solitude...Sing...


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012

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Whistling in the wind

      In all my life I’ve always dreamed
      I’ll meet someone lovely like you	
      As if our lasting love was meant
     We’ll be together all life through,
     Just like a whistle in the wind.

We meandered through our life together
Living in one large oversize chamber
We pass from soft spring to winter weather
Through all thick and thin we’ll just remember.

The vast universe was ours to enjoy
As if our spacious room has no more walls,
Say who can dare our lasting love destroy,
I hear the whistle in the wind that calls.

     In all my life I’ve always dreamed
     I’ll meet someone lovely like you
     As if our lasting love was meant
     We’ll be together all life through,
     Just like a whistle in the wind.

Listen my love, just listen o my dear
The wind is whistling our beautiful song
Our love tune comes over so clear, so clear,
Thus in bliss we will make love all night long.

Yet one day all this must forever end,
Like a loving whistle in the wild wind,
We hope that any of our faults we mend
And become new and fine as sweet as mint.

     In all my life I’ve always dreamed
     I’ll meet someone lovely like you
     As if our lasting love was meant
     We’ll be together all life through,
     Just like a whistle in the wind.


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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A kiss Within The Stars

So easy to remember ,So hard to forget
A kiss within the stars,through eyes of love once met.

Softly spoken voices still whisper in the wind
As gentle as a river-flow, as warm as a hot- spring.
The musky scent of his blue shirt still lingers on my skin
His taste, a ripe-plum malbec ,still tangy on my lips.

So easy to remember, So hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, through eyes of love once met.

The song of youth, the holding hands
The sad goodbye, the sweet regrets
Blissed moments found, blissed moments lost
Fresh flowers picked, all petals blown.

So easy to remember, so hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, where eyes of love once met.

As I feel tired to breathe anew, against the frost of Winter's view
Against the mourning sky , and a moonless sight
My dreams get filled with a blinking light
...And it shines bright into the night.

So easy to remember, so hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, where eyes of love once met.

My dreams now filled with thoughts of him
Of a drifting boat in journey, to the places we have been.
Of passion fields chasing my sleep ,Painting dusk with scarlet star-dust
a short-lived wish , and a million memories.

So easy to remember, so hard to forget
A kiss within the stars, through eyes of love once met.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

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Tomorrow in You - Lyrics by Nette Onclaud

Our stroll in the night rain 
 fascinates my breaths anew, 
When  larks call their melody 
 I find today, tomorrow in you. 
Every morning's evergreen  
 and each sigh touched by her dew, 
Falls gently on air- brushed cheeks
  to find today, tomorrow in you. 
Not even blooms or night rain, 
 could endure her lasting charm 
The adorn glossed eyes with love-light sighs, 
so deeply and so warm. 
You're wandering through my mind now,
 that precious, breathless view 
In silence, in longing 
 I find tomorrow… in you. 
Let fondness speak this vision 
 in a bolder bolder hue 
My woman's cherished  lifetime dream 
 will find today... tomorrow in you.
Not even blooms or night rain, 
 could endure her lasting charm. 
The adorn glossed eyes with love-light sighs, 
 so deeply and so warm. 
And every mornng's evergreen 
 and each sigh touched by her dew, 
Falls gently on air- brushed cheeks 
 to find today... tomorrow in you. 

Excellent Lyric Nette



Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2017

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Good Deeds

Good Deeds are so precious
They are wonderful things
All are filled with compassion
Oh!...the happiness they bring!

They can not be corrupted
You can't buy them with cash
They are gifts...they are blessings
And they come in a flash!

Good Deeds have a Voice
And they whisper so clear
Of great tragedies, deep poverty
Things wrapped up in fear!

They tell of the darkness;
Deep sorrows - fierce pains
They will whisper of wishes
That have turned into shame

Some tell of the hopeless
Knowing not what to do
They don't realize they are waiting
For someone like you

When desperate times...Oh!
Destructions...they come!
Good Deeds with compassion
Will bring hope to some

A Good Deed can be all 
That it takes at times
They will help others turn
From the dark to sunshine!

Do keep an ear open
Keep an eye open too;
They may tell of a Good Deed
That is waiting for you!

How sweet are the feelings
That comes from Good Deeds
As you bless someone else
By fulfilling their needs

Good Deeds are quite precious
Very powerful things...
They are filled with compassion
See? The hope that they bring?


Copyright © Neva Romaine | Year Posted 2012

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Thank You For This Bounty, God

Thank you for this bounty, God
that you give to me
for grain that grows within the field
and fruit upon the tree
Thank you for the little seeds
that in the spring are sown
and with your gifts of sun and rain
have through the summer grown
Thank you for the farmers, Lord
and bless them for their toil
as now they gather in the fall
this bounty from your soil




This was inspired by Brian Strands' Harvest Hymn Contest, which I unfortunately missed 
but I wanted to share it with you today and dedicate it to Brian for the inspiration and 
support he gives to us here at the Soup.  RG


Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009

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A Stereotype of Me

You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're not satisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll never change the way I love
And you can fight for you're dominion 
But I'm worth a million times the weight 
Of a dogmatist's opinion 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

Did you ever think that you could see me 
Past the prejudice you hold 
I'm not the picture you created
I'm not the things that you were told 

You're voice is long since dead to me 
I won't even be provoked 
When it hurt you to see me smile   
The things you said went up in smoke 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos


Copyright © Kyle kriticos | Year Posted 2012