Beginning mine act of God today
Blessed event creation dawning
Delivery labor not sent dismayed
Nascency natality parturition producing grace
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1/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
. for public domain
Une Prière pour la Liberté!
Note: I used "A Prayer for Freedom" as the title of the poem because this site does not permit using proper spelling of non english languages in the title. What a shameful pity.
French "Liberté!" came with the guillotine,
hand in hand; a much more refined axe,
yet the old quality of Judgment
unchanged, and so unchained, from a past
of Justice long hung, from an old mast
flagged so proudly with "Enlightenment".
Great ideas may emerge from great minds,
and great souls may suckle their newborn life,
newly arrived, a great blessed event,
manifest with all impurities,
no guarantees of security,
or advancing Freedom's argument.
Again and again we try and try,
despite all attempts that go awry.
We so willingly give our assent,
out of sheer hope or desperation,
to better the life of a nation.
Kneel and pray that it's not all hell bent.
How do we men become fathers
I write of the traditional way
First, we have to get married
A blind leap off a cliff, you might say
And our partner has to want to be a mother
No getting around that, no way other
Then we both have to be free of 'conditions'
That might lead to 'baby-prohibition'
An egg is fertilized, a fetus is grows
Pretty soon, Mom's belly shows
A heart is detected, fingers and toes stick out
The miracle of life is what this is about...
Then the blessed event, a baby is born
Our faces as happy as a sunshine-filled morn
So, no man becomes a father all by himself
He's surrounded by Love ~ an abundance of help
Happy Birthday, Tom
Another beautiful year with relatives and friends.
The beautiful wedding at Pioneer village, where Tom and Gail married,
With the horse drawn carriage driving past.
Antje was a flower girl,
Gwen was a bridesmaid.
The exquisite house you purchased,
The blessed event when your children Patrick and Frieda were born,
The honorable days as a teacher and friend,
Now happily retired.
The beautiful days at your trailer,
What blessings, we remember our Father Dr. Wolf and Dr. Erika.
I hope you have a healthy and happy year,
Many years to come.
Your children are very accomplished ,
The nice letters Frieda writes ,I enjoy receiving them.
I am very proud of your children , my niece and nephew.
I hope that you have an excellent day with your relatives and friends.
God bless you on your birthday,
Have a wonderful day from your sister Gwen and relatives.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
People gathered, music played,
a silent moment - time delayed.
Then welcoming the gathered folk,
the speaker began with a joke.
Welcoming those who chose to stay
(for some went home right away).
Our need for Him was sent in song.
A brother prayed for the gathered throng.
The speaker told of an earlier time.
When John baptized our Lord, divine.
Then elder and sister went down into the font.
Immersed in water to fill the want.
The elder spoke and then baptized.
A youth's wish was realized.
Freshly washed and cleansed from sin
a new life, beginning fresh, again.
A sister told of a gift treasured most,
The gift of the Holy Ghost.
Then bestowed with laying on of hands.
Membership in Christ's church begins.
A gift received, a welcome made,
"How Great Thou Art" was sung, a sister prayed.
We all witnessed a blessed event.
Christ's love for us is evident.
Come let us celebrate the Christmas dawn;
As did Kings and Shepherds that first morn,
Let the world rejoice a most blessed event,
And consider what to us His birth has meant?
By example he taught that in Love we should abide.
From extending the hand of friendship, never step aside
Help the enslaved escape from oppressive tyranny
To allow all peoples lives of Peace and Harmony.
Should someone be in need, let no man deny
Nor fail to provide a shoulder, on which to cry.
Let all men abstain from judgmental criticism
Instead be governed by the Christian Catechism.
For one who exults over the vanquished foe;
Without mercy, demands what the beaten owe?
The gloating, jubilant victor now thought strong,
Will find his triumph does last not for long!
But once adversity be overcome, fears addressed,
Love can soon heal wounds of those distressed.
If we show the once proud, defeated enemy
That we can be Loving and generous in victory!
So let us live in Peace and Love as once He taught
Let His stay on earth be not brought to naught!
Let us not forget as the world celebrates today
That it is His Birth we honour on Christmas Day.
Rhymer December 23rd, 2018
Inviting vibrancy as the season changed
Smiley faces bloomed, reopening dreams.
Seeing you there marked a blessed event
Akin to magical when first time eyes met.
Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves
Flirting with patterns of shadowy sketches,
There you unfolded what love could mean
Planting bold dreams in affectionate kisses
Floating on air in the lilting summer winds.
Blazing colors inspired falling ocher scenery
Dazzling in hues of resplendent paintings
As we wrote music in autumn's reverie:
A seductive beginning of romantic ending
Composed in themes of passionate lyrics.
Mountain tops donned snow-white crowns
Satiating fantasies in pristine landscapes,
Culminating desires into sensual escapes
As the last goodbye lent your heart to me
Ending your visit and our idyllic love story.
Your beat I hear still, but it lost its melody.
April the giraffe’s live feed is all the rage,
Every day we hope to see the birth engaged.
Where oh where can the new baby be?
Is this a fake pregnancy that we see?
A new baby giraffe is what we all want,
But April is in no hurry and nonchalant.
Maybe the blessed event will be this week.
The world is all dying for that first peek.
Written 3/31/17
How beautiful and infinite is His Universe,
small gleaming stars in a restless, frantic dance;
while moonlight softly shimmers with a silver glow!
Good angels do not hide, they are always present;
hear their fluttering wings announce a blessed event;
why fear darkness and silence, if they are close by?
Be their friend and ask them to come along,
they will certainly listen and join you in song;
God will smile seeing such a harmonic union!
On deserted paths illuminated by moonbeams,
you'll be as safe as in daylight under big trees;
no owl frightens anyone with a happy coo!
A hidden beauty can also be seen at night,
watch luminous fireflies and stars blend to delight;
He had a definite purpose for everything!
Some never stare at the Heavens, they're ungrateful...
they deny the existence of the Eternal;
I exult Him with songs and thoughts of gratefulness!
How beautiful and Infinite is His universe,
so opulently it shows its awesome brilliance;
look at stars, find joy in them...praise God evermore!
Just to be present is a blessed event,
Arguments about form are just chatter,
The hour it arrives always filled with portent,
No competing high purpose will matter.
For writing a poem's like creating life,
An honor to just assist in its birth,
To battle with muse, fight with clarity's knife,
What could there be more important on earth?
The paper we write on is like Holy Ground,
Our ink honors life, its fragrance like myrrh,
To grind mental gears is a world shaking sound,
Images form, suggest God's passing blur.
As rainbows crown rain that brings life to the plain,
So does new poetry honor its source,
Heals the soul, mends the heart, abolishes pain,
Moves emotion along God's refined course.
Poems that all of our emptiness purges,
Poems like river banks guide our essence,
Until, at long last, humanity merges
With the vast sea of God's exuberance.
Brian Johnston
April 29, 2014
Birth
Welcome - Miracle
Blessed event - Renewal - Creation
New born- Baby - Life Begins - Complete
Happy origin - Citizenship - Family - Generations
Blood ties - Stimulation - Beautiful - Proximity - Encourage - Exciting
Warmly - Motivate - Accept - Every day - Responsibility - Respect - Challenges
Emotions - Fear - Joy - Freedom - Development - Energy
Grateful - Dreams - Hope - Fellowship - Friends
Young - Elder - Old - Loneliness
Pain - Life ebbs - Crying
Tears - Sad - Longing
Angels - Heaven
Death
(From Birth To Death)
13.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Contest Name: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor:Dave Wood
Deadline 4/6/2014
(4th in the contest)
Tis the season…
To be jolly!
To deck the halls,
And dress with holly!
Tis the season…
For ringing bells!
For hot chocolate:
And gingerbread smells!
Tis the season…
For laughing children!
Singing carols,
Just stop and listen!
Tis the season…
To share a gift!
With great hopes:
For it, they wished!
Tis the season….
That brings us hope!
Yet it is sad,
Many can’t cope!
Tis the season…
Of much despair!
Poverty, loneliness:
Takes them there!
Tis the season….
To open our eyes!
See the hurt:
Hear their cries!
Tis the season…
To change a life!
Offer help:
Not shame and strife!
Tis the season…
To seek out God!
See why he came,
And then be awed!
Tis the season..
Of a blessed event!
The greatest present:
From God was sent!
Tis the Season…
To know JESUS’ love!
To receive his grace,
Then share a hug!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY Poetry soup family and !!
May the glory of Jesus be upon you this season!!
Stacey Brown 12-23-13
How long must I cry inside
How many times must I die in this life
How often will I fall short
How many dreams must I abort
How many empty nights must I endure
How many second guesses before I am sure
How long will this nothingness last
About as long as this emptiness has
How much longer must I be alone
How much longer can I hold my own
On what day will I feel alright
On what day will I have my white knight
In which hour will I feel content
At which time will I stop my descent
When can I expect a blessed event
How much longer can this go on
How much more can this sorrow encroach upon
To let you go,hurts bad
Alone at a loss, I let you come back
Sadly regret letting you stay
Time after time it turns out the same
Trying to figure out why Im still here
Im burnt to the ground cold no fear
Starting over I forget how
Doubtful and insecure of every move
My mood and conscious stay unsoothed
Sleep the only blessed event
Wish for dead please get him out of my head
Even though its for the best
Seems to remain a constant test
Alone versus treated bad
Changes in a second. wish I was glad
It was 43 years ago today
Herman Miller brought the cube our way
Ending open seating in the bay
It’s the Office Cubicles’ Birthday
Without the cubicle where would we be
Open space as far as you could see
Everybody watching you and me
It’s the Office Cubicles’ Birthday
The cubicle means so much to us
They heard us laugh, they heard us cuss
Always here without a fuss
It’s the Office Cubicles’ Birthday
We should celebrate this blessed event
After all the time in cubes we’ve spent
And it’s up to you to give consent
It’s the Office Cubicles’ Birthday
So here’s to Herman Miller
With all our gratitude
May he spend all his eternity
In a 7 by 8 cube!
Mdailey
Happy birthday to my cubicle
That 8 by 7 space
That’s stood by me through thick and thin
Here in this office place
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