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Unspoken Love
As far back as I can remember our house was always full.
We didn’t have much, but what we had was nonvisual!
There was always a lot of family, coming in and coming out,
I never ask the question why? Or what this was all about!
There were Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Nieces and Nephews too,
Never a dull moment and we always had something to do!
As far back as I can remember our house was always full.
We didn’t have much, but what we had was nonvisual!
The thing I’ll always remember from the days back then,
Is the unspoken love, shown by the folks that ventured in!
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I feel the sordid tug of old temptations,
in the sounds of every wayward station.
The glint and click of foaming glasses,
Wild eyes expand at undressed lasses.
The forlorn fervor of :" just once more."
crouched, snickering in each grimy door.
The dirty dramas, too soon played out,
in morning squints and snarling shouts.
The rancid carpets, disheveled rooms,
foster empty chests with pallid gloom.
Lift up your head and watch the clock,
for your soul will soon be in the dock.
Recall little things like aunts and prayers,
Recite one, then two, say them in layers.
He'll forge iron will against the neon lights,
He'll say:"No!" for me. Not me this night.
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Sky looks beautiful with clouds
azure skyscape impressive though,
starlit sky illumines forests of night.
Short or long, verdant shade soothes
a tree, single or in clusters pleases.
A spring or meandering stream
carries trillions of pooled droplets
yet, a drop of water slakes thirst.
Flowing water-ways jubilantly join
emerge finally as a mighty river.
Uncles, aunts, grandparents cared
children loved lullabies, stories told
enjoying every moment of the phase.
Parents happily shared and cared for all
a family stood firm as a vast empire.
A radiant planet may mesmerize
yet, constellations overwhelm all,
galaxies tantalize faraway humanity.
Segregation slices, roam rootless
self-centered folks rudderless!
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grandmothers, mothers and aunts
women praying warriors
they know about the goodness
and power of God
they know that there is a spiritual
battle going on
don't discount them, don't disregard them
they are warrior women praying
on the Christian battlefield
trying to save souls
placing God's protection around
those that they love
those women who attend church every Sunday
and Bible study every Wednesday night
praying warriors on the front line
calling down the omnipotent powers
of the Holy Trinity to intercede
fighting against satanic and demonic
strongholds and principalities
wearing the FULL ARMOR OF GOD
girded in Truth with the Breastplate of Righteousness
feet shod in Preparation of the Gospel of Peace
holding firmly up the Shield of Faith
donning the Helmet of Salvation
and wielding the Sword of the Spirit in Victory
those little old ladies who go to church every Sunday
PRAYING WARRIORS against spiritual hosts of wickedness
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A sovereign bride, so full of innocence,
Untainted, pure and clean.
A sovereign bride, all dressed in white,
Wedded to the King of Kings.
The body of Christ is the sovereign bride
Pure through the blood of the lamb.
All ready for the marriage supper,
And eternity with the great “I Am”.
The wedding bells are ringing,
And the bridegroom now awaits
For His bride, the Christians on earth
To step through the pearly gates.
And then the reception, oh the reception!
Angel’s and loved one’s will be there,
That day is coming, coming soon,
Are you going to be prepared?
I’ll see my uncles and aunts and grandpa,
And my babies, my girl and boy,
Separation no more, we’ll be the bride,
Oh, won’t that be a joy?
And then there will be the bridegroom Himself,
Can you just imagine the sight?
The Son will shine forever,
In a place where there will be no night!
Yes, the sovereign bride is ready
She’s been on this earth too long
She’s ready to be with her husband
And forever let His praise be her song.
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Season of Love
by Amy Swanson (c) November, 2008
Holidays are here, and with them
comes the time of celebration…
times of love and laughter,
times of joy and exultation.
Moms and grandmas busy
planning out the special dinner,
while dads and grandpas talk about
who’ll be the playoffs winner.
Kids are full of laughter,
cousins run and play together,
while aunts and uncles gather
to discuss the news and weather.
Times are hard - but love is here,
and this is the real treasure…
It’s not about what we can buy -
it’s that we’re all together.
It’s more than gifts or parties,
and more than buying toys…
it’s not about the money spent.
It’s all about the joys,
of being loved by those most dear
to us, and loving them;
of reaching out to those in need,
to be a helping friend.
It’s not about what food we eat,
nor the clothes we wear;
the real celebration
is love’s free gift,
our hearts forever
in it’s warm care.
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Applesauce Cake
Once again autumn’s jubilee of gold and umber leaves
Drifts on a lazy Sunday morning rain
Past kitchen windows
Where scents of coffee and frying bacon
Walk hand in hand
Then race each other up the stairs
To look for dreamers missed by the dawn
While aunts and uncles,
Cousins, sisters, brothers,
Fathers, mothers
Squeeze side by side into the breakfast nook,
Touched by the shadow of Annette’s camellia tree
Leaves tousled by the hand of autumn,
To breakfast over fall chrysanthemums
When Grammie clears her throat,
Midst suspended coffee cups,
Declaring:
“This year I don’t think I’ll bake applesauce cake
For Thanksgiving.”
Gentle rains thunder in the silence
Before stunned voices jump to life again
Envisioning a holiday without
Her crunchy pickles,
New made jellies,
Opened for the harvest festival,
Completed by the allspiced cake
Studded with plump summer raisins
And toasted nuts;
“All right.” she smiling says,
Looking deep into her coffee cup,
A gypsy searching for the future,
“If you really want applesauce cake….”
One voice resounds:
“We really want applesauce cake!”
Outside the passing wind
Pats down the season’s
Ruffled hair
While serenity settles back
Into her place at breakfast
Once again.
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Memories of Christmas through the years,
Have brought lots of laughter and many tears.
Memories of those who have gone on home,
Sometimes leave us sad and alone.
The good times that were had by all,
Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, their happy faces I recall!
The gifts that were given, the fellowship we shared,
The love we all had, showed each other we cared.
The trees were so pretty, the food, oh so good,
Sometimes we would go caroling in the neighborhood.
We would exchange gifts by drawing names,
Some would get clothes, others might get games.
The homes would be decorated with ornaments and lights,
And we would all feast on the many delights!
There would be cakes, cookies, sandwiches, pies, and punch,
Some might eat a lot, others would just munch.
Before you knew it the night would be gone,
And the wait for next year would seem so very long!
But Christmas means more than just these things,
As we remember the birth of the Christ child and the salvation He brings!
He came into this world in a meek and lowly way,
Born of a virgin and in a manger lay.
The Shephards were frightened as the angels came to say,
The great news of His birth on this special day!
Born in Bethlehem, God's only son,
Savior from our sins, He is the only one!
So as I remember the Christmas's of old,
The greatest of all, was the one the prophets foretold!
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"Don't let yesterday's memories overtake the joys of today."
Quote- by Poet
The holidays approach- but, then come pangs of pain
remembering the yesteryears when I was young;
when my dear family would meet- and once again,
with aunts and uncles, cousins- we together hung.
Back then, my grandparents- the oldest ones, were there,
whom I remember well- and still miss much today,
as well as my dear parents, gone; they all now share
on high- while looking down with love on us, I pray.
Yet, many years have passed; my spouse and I behold
our roles as grandparents, and great-grandparents too.
Gone are the days when families stayed close to fold;
these days- they move away and scatter out of view.
Now, as the matriarch, new joys have grown for me.
Though yesterdays stir memories of vivid past-
just like those days- though less, we mingle happily
to gather close- so grateful for the love amassed.
The holidays approach- but, then come pangs of pain;
back then, my grandparents- the oldest ones were there.
Yet, many years have passed; my spouse and I behold-
now as the matriarch, new joys have grown for me.
November 30, 2020
Contest: My Created Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
Rhyme Pattern - 4 stanzas, 4 lines of abab cdcd efef ghgh,
last verse repeat a, c, e, g lines, 12 syllables per line
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I love you
I love me
I love he
I love she
I love they
I love then
I love now
I love before
I love after
I love forever
I love why
I love
I love sky
I love truth
I love floor
I love ground
I love sing
I love happy
I love joy
I love to hate death
I love to hate evil’s employ
I love I love I love
I love to never want to hate
I love to never want to kill
I love to never want to read more stories of anger and despair
I love to see the truth
out there
I love to ask why
I love to not want to have to die
I love l-o-v-e
most beautiful word in
hist-o-ry
love, l-o-v-e
"what’s that sound
everybody knows whats going down"
love, l-o-v-e
is coming home
to house and home and hearth
and park bench
where homeless man sleeps
night away
having worked his whole life
as a good man
sing out the truth
dear world
falling down
falling down
into ground
dear world
sing out the truth
nevermore
for how many times
do we have to knock on the door
before one percent
hears the cries of truth?
how long will we have to sit here and cry?
I love
i hope that love will win the day
I hope people listen to that word love
l-o-v-e
l-o-v-e
mothers fathers daughters brothers sisters aunts and uncles
evermore
knock on my door
knock on my door
pay me a visit
l-o-v-e
knock on my door
my brother
knock on my door
my sister
knock on my door
knock on my door
pay me a visit
knock on my door
come say hello
knock on my door
knock on my door
knock on my door
and tell me
I love you.
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She is my angel
my comfort
my support
my guide
She sits on a golden curb
Her cheeks held by two delicate hands
A light radiates her from behind
making her holy wings,
glow, and shine
Her wings stretch wide,
free, and light
Helping to express her voluptuous figure,
She has round hips,
full, chocolate rose lips,
and a bust that holds the nature of motherhood
She is my angel
my happiness
my joy
my pride
Her smooth blackberry legs
dangle in the breeze
Golden rings, circle her wrists,
humming the angels song as they hit
Fingernails of peach,
defining her uniqueness,
Her hair pulled into an afro puff,
showing she never forget who she was,
as a women,
a black women
She is my angel
my elegance
my beauty
my charm
Thin cotton white fabric drapes over her
The arches of her flawlessness covered,
exaggerating her purity
She moves with grace
to the melody of a child’s laughter,
Sparkling white teeth show themselves
as she smiles,
loving life
and all that she gives to it
She is my angel
my strength
my wisdom
my courage
Her eyes bright,
calm, and focused
Watching life, as it passes so quickly below,
Her heart does’t not cry
for the broken,
Her soul does not give way
to desires,
Her mind does not worry
about tomorrow,
because she holds hope
as strong as her prayers,
and as thick as Jesus’ beard
She is my angel
My great grandmother Dagmar
My mother
My aunts
The women who love children
The women who inspire
The women of faith
She is, my black angel
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The trip was worth all of the diffulculties that we esperienced in arriving to gran'nny
house, such as first the day my dad left us, and then mama telling grannie that she was
examine by a specialist in NYC for ovary cancer and that the test were possitive. Saddly
mama was scared that she needed surgery and then my two aunts...Brenda & San-san
came to Jacksonville to support her during her ordeal. And at the hospital there were
prayers and crying during the procedure and momma came out just find, O'K !!! For-real
for-real..{!!}.. About three months later john-boy took seriously ill and was rush to the
emergency room and the doctors amitted him immediatedly into the intensive care ward,
andso for weeks and more prayers john-boy was diagnoised with a case of walking pnu-
moniea and he is sick guite often, but God does answer prayers and soon he is back to his normal self and is driving the nurces crazy and they all just luv's him. "But as soon as
the lil raskel is home again.." Grann-nie is the one now in the hospital and once again they are at the hospital to be with her my aunts..(brenda and sandra) arrives and were
crying quite ferriously when they were told that she has a stroke and her heart was weak. So they were in the Cafe at the hospital and me and my cousin Destiniee were
alone in the room with our gran-ma and she is trying to be strong for us, but her angel
has arrived as she say to me. "{Lil} Wesley take good care of your mother and you too
destinie-ee and don't drive your Mom's...Crazy..(??).."
Because where I am going__________"there is..No room for Crybabie's..???.."
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You have Aunts and Sisters far and near,
The ones you hold so very dear,
Writing letters, talking on the phone,
Wishing so much they were still home.
Then there are Mothers that you love so true,
Who would do anything in the world for you,
That special bond that nothing can break
That took so many years in which to make.
Yet there's still someone above the rest,
Who I think is the very best.
She is so special and gives so much
With a kind word or a gently touch.
Filling your days with joy and laughter,
Putting others first, always herself after.
She's so unselfish, caring too,
Someone I've always looked up to.
She was my role model as I grew,
Sharing with me her important views.
She has so many tales to tell,
Ones that I know all too well.
So many different and exciting places,
So many stories and so many faces.
"Walking five miles in the snow",
"To get to school", don't you know?
Always mentioning her cats and cows,
How they go "moo" and also "meow".
But I don't mind at all
As I watch her make these dolls.
We're so close and so much alike;
Always making sure I had a decent bike.
That was something I never went without,
She loved me without a doubt.
Childhood memories never left behind,
They're always close in my mind.
She fascinates me in so many ways,
Her long life and fun-filled days.
Keeping a smile on her lovely face,
Which is exactly the perfect place.
So, have you finally guessed who,
Or should I give you a clue?
She gives lots of hugs, plenty of kisses,
And enjoys granting all of your wishes.
She's know for giving sweets galore,
But isn't that what Grandmas are for?
(5/1998)
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Arterial Insomnicycle
Losing sleep over losing someone is sleep never re-found,
For the years we spend when Nature’s sweet restorer refuses,
Fault found not in Medicine, for hospitals only treat broken hearts,
Cures are found with different compounds of time, love, friendship.
Understanding will only come to those that listen, and accept,
Without forgetting the exception that brings about all being,
Passions that breed us all to be those in the mirror, the streets,
Hold strong to the theories of disbelief, we are all the love of our parents.
Soft music, summer breezes change many minds in complete disregard,
If it wasn’t in the first kiss, it was in the three thousandth over the years,
Eyes tell stories of common sites of joy especially when they look alike,
Not just at the same thing, but the same people with the same hearts.
Warranting only time catches even the swift and cunning, at bus stops,
Never seeing again is much better than to never have seen, yet listened to,
No choices for those whose tables we ate, laughed, changed together,
Only the images we sat beside, though no settings, they are the flavor.
We are all the thoughts and dreams of our parents, as our children to us,
Youthful thoughts for such a family, even before the first kiss, within us all,
We are all the memories of sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, friends,
Touching the visions of what was, in the fragile moments before their memorial.
Hold true to the passion of our history’s beliefs, understanding creates love,
More than any one person will believe broken hearts hurt the same,
They held us before we could hold ourselves, spoke two words in our bones,
Never to destroy that which young minds created, Love and Family.
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(autobiographical)
I was barely eight before mother died
When Gerald was happy and not as reduced
When he was the loved son
The child with a loving home.
From aunt to aunt I learned to live
Out of the anger of dad
Out of the voice that brought fear.
Into the hand of pestilence-
My second life began-
A life of maltreatment,
A life of struggle
Elder brother disowned when he revolted
The treatment harsh and inhuman - so he bolted.
I joined the struggle
The life of scuffle
Wherein I was the marked
The recalcitrant and ragged
The delinquent in school
The tortured child of the family's few
Who outlived the deads of two aunts
Beseeched to care for him.
I am half mad, they tell me
I know I am a psychic
Half crazed child
A ricochet of mum’s death-
I have been alienated
Disillusioned by life, ill-fated
Tortured by a disturbed mind.
Dad on my heels
Listening to propaganda
murder-bent at my heels
flogged flogged flogged till I go for pills.
Fled my home to the street
Ate from the bin
Lived with street kids
One of the flocks
One of the hard rocks.
I have been in the cold
No bosom have rocked with me
Save mum’s who lies in the clay.
I am spiritually dead
Physically out of mind, they say.
From pastor to pastor
From prayers to prayers
From recessions to intercessions,
Through starvation for correction
I remain unchanged.
I am finished, they say.
Nothing can help me
save God on whom I weep and call.
My relatives
Alienate me
making me atychiphobic
Aggravating my anthropophobia
building in me gelotophobia
and all those anthropological phobias
A loved child has no right to know.
It bringing me pain for they are nailing me shut.
I pity myself - Pity me father
Pity me, brother
Because I have tried
Tried to be loved
Tried to be the best from limps
But I am not up to those dreams.
I know that many dislike me
Feel uneasy when Gerald is around:
Instead of helping me
They become indifferent, violent.
I told Louisa last week as she fumed at methat
anything I lay my hands on
fails to work again.
It either gets bad or broken.
My own things end up craggy
No matter the patience and prudence I put in.
Why then am I born?
Why the fear
Why the alienation?
I pray that I be left alone
Donot curse me again, donot.
Accept my fate and let me be
Else you help in killing me.
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Our Father Loves Us..
We our Precious & Priceless in His Eyes
Wants the Very Best things for us…
Wants to give us Blessing and Promises
In this Life we Live
And also… in Glorious Eternity
He wants to give
God wants us to listen to Him
Out of the Love we have for Him
We ought to … want to…
His Divine Words are powerful
Far more than any two edge sword
He wants us to Follow Jesus steps
This is God’s request…
Whom we should want too
Because of Him we Love and Adore
Jesus will help you through
Anything you do…
Through God’s Divine Word
Through Jesus..
God can talk to you.. guide you
In every step you take….
This is No mistake
When we not respect or be obedient unto His Word
We do things in our own ways
instead of what we heard
Then things will start to happen
That we won’t want..
Then our Father allows
These bad things to acure
We will then deal with circumstances
according to God’s Word
Tis just like we Love our Children
Our Children are Precious & Priceless
In All Parents..
Grand Parents... Aunts Uncles Eyes…
Just like As if your child wanted something
And you want to give your child the Very Best there is to offer
Your child asked for a piece of candy
You gave your child a piece of candy
But your child wanted more..
He asked… but you said No…
For you will get sick.. if you eat too much of it
Then your child took on himself…
Did What he wanted to do…
He ate the whole bag…. To himself
Ended up with a tummy ache…
This is no mistake… it does happen…
Your child did it on his own…
He himself ---alone
The tummy ache…. Was allowed..
Because the circumstances he chose on his own
Instead the child didn’t listened to you (Parent)
The child should have wanted to share or go sparingly with it…
This is No Myth…
God Wants us all to have Blessings in this Life
He Wants us all to have the Very best things
But if we do not follow Jesus… Walk in Love
If we don’t listen.. to God above
If we chose to do.. things ourselves..
Not be obedient to God’s Divine Word
Then we too… pay the consequences…
of our own sins… according to God’s Word…
Come to Jesus..
Believe… Ask… Receive
Through Jesus you can obtain eternal life
By God’s Grace
We are Forgiven
Ask Jesus in your heart
Ask for forgiveness.. then you Be cleansed
By God’s Grace you Receive forgiveness
Start following Jesus steps
Doing what’s right… walk in Love of Christ
God (Our Heavenly Father) Request
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Sitting on the beach,
As dusk falls upon the end of shore,
I look at the lighthouse,
As I see a faint figure,
Looking beyond the sea.
She holds her chest,
As if she is holding a necklace.
She waits for her love who is at sea.
I believe that she looks so lost and,
Lonely then she disappears,
Without a single breathe.
A ghost.
A story.
A mystery.
I'm intrigued.
Getting darker as I look once more,
I sense a dark eery feeling.
Something happened in this lighthouse,
She is a troubled soul.
I feel a presence of darkness.
Tossing and turning,
Dreams of a woman who cries and,
Then a dark figure enters her room...
My alarm rings,
I awake.
I light my candles and prepare a,
Blessing ceremony.
I have learned in the past when the,
Forces enter into your dreams they are evil.
You must protect yourself,
But I will find the truth.
Hot tea then research.
I turn then I see her.
She is so beautiful, but no necklace.
You see me.
Yes I do, I notice immediately my mother's eyes.
Her name is Lauren.
Her husband is Cam.
A man came he wanted the Gold.
She told him she didn't know of any Gold.
He pushed her from the beacon.
She fell into the cliffs.
Cam never returned.
I knew you were coming you have the eye,
All the women in my family do.
I already knew in my heart, grandmother.
Mama has your eyes.
I'll find out what happened.
I look for court documents.
The Captain wasn't on the ship,
they found the necklace and scratches on his face,
His skin was under her fingernails.
Grandmother, I know the truth.
There is Gold.
There is a secret entrance in your bedroom,
In the fireplace it opens to a stairwell,
That leads to the basement.
Take your Mother and Aunts with you.
My eyes tear up as I see my Grandfather,
Appear to come to take my Grandmother home.
You were waiting until we found the Gold,
they come to hug me and they place their hands over,
My heart saying We will always be with you.
Take the money you know what you have to do.
My Grandparents disappear into the night.
The basement was like a museum,
There were trunks of gold Spanish Medallions,
Another trunk of necklaces, jewelry and bags of gems.
There was a table in the middle of the room,
a larger than life Bible dating back to the 1500's,
of the genealogy of our family,
a family of witches, oracles and even wizards.
Our family legacy.
But the most prized possession of all,
is a scroll of our 15th grandfather,
Merlin, the king of all wizards.
A letter to us that he and Zeus had prophesized,
This many centuries ago.
There standing next to the table is a painting,
Knights of the round table with my grandmother,
At the head of the table in the Armor that was,
What all Knights wore, also she was the Queen of England.
Next to her stood Her son next in line for the crown,
His name was King Arthur, with his,
Valiant servant Excalibar.
It was known later that The Queen's name was Lauren,
Also it was rumored that Lauren and her children were direct,
Descendants of Zeus.
Athena and Aphrodite are the parents of Lauren.
Lauren being strong willed, a God and a Valkyrie,
Fell in love with an outsider, her name being Cam,
Later known to be the Queen of all witches.
As I read the letter a bright light appears in the room,
Standing in front of me is Athena and Aphrodite.
I run into their arms hugging them.
With tears in my eyes I introduce them to,
My wife Cassandra.
A family reunion like no other.
Zeus informed me that I am very powerful and,
My family needs me in Olympus.
Cassandra smiles and that's the only answer I need.
Yes, Cassandra you are a God,
You've always been a God.
You and Cassandra were destined;
To be together, in fact you've had 5 past lives.
You have always been together.
You are immortal.
Your Love is forever.
Your invitation to Olympus is for everyone,
But none of you are God's but we will protect you.
My mother asks Zeus so I gave birth to her,
But she's your blood.
She is because she was born in 12 BC,
She was reborn and traveled back to Earth,
To find Cam, her true love.
According to the prophesy their time,
On earth is over and they must come home.
So this is the story of a mixture,
of the dreams I've had. Yes I have dreamed
Every single one of their past lives. I hope you
Liked my story.
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