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I didn't get to say goodbye

It always seemed things would fall
into place in some distant future.
It was delusional to think
we'd always have tomorrow.

So no heart-to-heart in our future.
Questions left suspended in mid-air
are meant to remain unanswered
and mysteries destined to stay unsolved.

Now that ship has sailed,
opportunities squandered
and it's too late ~
we just ran out of time.

And I’m the one left empty

BE TOLD, STAY BOLD AND TAKE HOLD

Be Told
What worth a thousand 
Can't be attained with hundreds 
To know the degree 
You must measure 
To get to the top of a tree 
You have to climb it.

Stay bold 
If you're working on it
It will surely work out
When you give it your all
There must be an outcome
Even if not immediately but it's certain.

Take

Get to know your onions'

I refer you to my answer to a very good comment by our
Stalwart poet Joe Dimino.' You neef only Peel away to view..In the
Meantime i offer; all love to you.!

How do you find your loved ones once you get to heaven

How do you find your loved ones once you get to the hereafter?
How do you navigate your way through the billions of souls
who fill heaven from floor to rafter?
Will an angel come and take you by the hand
and lead you to your loved ones in the promised land?
And will they be surprised to see you?
Or

THE BEST WAY TO GET TO HEAVEN

I wonder if the best way to get to heaven…
to experience that divine rebirth…
would be to do as many heavenly things as we can
while we are on the Earth

HOW DO WE GET TO HEAVEN?

Pray
Worship
Praise
Faith
Devotion
Desire
Connection
Believe
Acquaint
Turn from Evil to Good
Spread the Good News
Read the Gospel
Extend the Gospel to others
Chosen Ones
Hallelujah

Get To Know Me

No fake, phony, counterfeit, bogus
I am a altruistic lover, listener, helper
Who inspire, motivates, and encourage
Yes, I can be introverted sometimes
I also can be humorous, playful and joyous.
 
The eagle eye who has great insight
The lone wolf who known to work alone
The tortoise who longevity speak for itself 
The black panther who camouflage well
The loner who

i'll never get to shout, 'his excellency's horses!'

pants for watching -
as we wonder around the supermarket

my daughter pushes her own trolley
she's trying to give her brother's shins a wallop

he shouts at her - how dairy 
the trolley is confiscated; we look for the extra strong mints

there's a dog in a trolley
looking shell-shocked

we pass the ham
my son talks of hamlet 

my daughter, in

The Poems You Did Not Get To Read

The Poems
You did not 
Get to read;

Are my thoughts
I could not 
Get to write. . .

Let go of to get to

How do our musings come to us,
when fears and desires yet nonplus
gentle soul, yearning to feel whole?
We just get aboard God’s bliss bus!

Bliss magnetism scriptures extol,
needs us to let go of each goal,
born in transience, thus doomed to die,
that we reclaim light ego stole.

Hush the blush dear, please do not sigh,
for in time, we will

when I get to heaven

they came to honor their fallen comrade with pride
every one of them had their own unique Harley to ride
He was our brother, our kin, our cousin, we loved him too
Sixteen of them spoke before the celebration was through

A celebration of life, then he was buried with his bike.
They all had something wonderful to say about

Let me get to know you

Let me get to know you
Father a little better
Before we
I start to pray
For each other
I think that sounds better
I would prefer that
Because I also live
In the earth that you create
I must tell you
That I enjoy living
On earth
Every day I spend my life
Swimming on the Ocean
The Ocean
Keeps me cool

Let me get to know you

Let me get to know you
Father a little better
Before we
I start to pray
For each
I think that sounds better
I would prefer that
Because I also live
In the earth that you create
I must tell you
That I enjoy living
On earth
Every day I spend my life
Swimming on the Ocean
The Ocean
Keeps me cool

Let go of to get to

With heart dissatisfied, my hands were tied,
for though I recognised bondage to form,
controlled by ego, which to soul had lied,
with whispers of love, I could not conform.

Head and heart linked, yet I lived by instinct,
surfing the edge of space, praying for grace
but being not love inked, each time I blinked,
of light of God within, I

if the kids are good they get to watch a frame of snooker

i nominate green
foul
the referee didn't hear me
the opponent accuses me of the same
he therefore,
can -
no longer -
use my extension 
in fact i'm not using it either
i'm off home to 
throw cue balls 
at
the
moon

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