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FORGIVEN
Please Lord forgive me for my sins
From conception to redemption
Present day to future years
And Lord, forgive me for all I've done
For I am the unworthy one
Wrong won't be much longer
But I'm determined I am it this within myself
That I would not come into heaviness
I have nothing left
For if I make you sorry
He who makes me glad
There's no need to worry
He's all Iever wish for
All that'll ever have
And I ask you right now so
For I'm so sorry
Who is he that makes me glad
No need to worry
The Lord God has forgiven
6/01/2000
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2000, 2018©
Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........4.
Now, mighty ones,
I return to sing the song of Alahsar,
now, come with me,
once more, let us stand in the priceless dream,
like the eagles, high aloft,
let us fly now too Dream-Scape.
A great wall stands,
ever impenetrable,
this outer wall to kingdom,
it stands firm,
within the great wall,
the largest, silver gates we behold,
this is where the song does take us,
now, let us see what we shall see,
let us watch the scene unfold.
We see many soldiers of the outer guard,
armour shining,
they stand watch at the outer gates,
Now, listen, a great hammering on the gates,
something hard strikes four times on the gates,
then a short break,
this repeats, time after time,
the signal of the enemy dignitaries,
outwith the gates,
in eternal darkness,
these damned souls awaited entry.
the gates are slowly opened,
soldiers now stand expectant,
mighty hands on sword hilts,
spears at the ready,
shields held tight,
the great silver gates,
they open slowly to the darkness,
a gasp from the soldiers of the golden king.
These mighty soldiers,
they now take a step backwards
out of the darkness,
eight spider riders of Akrah,
they advance,
they come forth on their gigantic spiders,
shudder now at this sight,
slowly, these abominations,
they did come into the light.
soldiers of the golden king,
they begin to retreat,
stand tall, men of Alahsar,
the order of the golden king,
let them pass, these loathsome beasts,
The gates stood atop a hill,
at the bottom of this hill,
one hundred of the elite knights,
the Captain and ten others,
they did splinter from the group,
ascending the hill.
The mighty bastions of Hellish design,
they move so slowly forward,
eyes of amber putrescense,
aligned on head,
perfect sight,
poison fangs begin dripping,
food so close,
bodies of the most mighty bulk,
carried with such hateful ease,
eight mighty legs,
they carry the weight with ease.
True, dark-haired demons,
born of the darkness,
what fear they do instil,
their leader, on the first spider,
he pointed a long finger at the captain,
Slowly, the spiders moved in line,
towards the Captain, their Hellish march,
when the head rider was up behind the Captain,
they all started down the hill,
Let us now follow this strange procession.
To Be Continued..........
Artist: Michael Card
Song Title: Why
Why did it have to be a friend
Who chose to betray the Lord
Why did he use a kiss to show them
That's not what a kiss is for
Only a friend can betray a friend
A stranger has nothing to gain
And only a friend comes close enough
To ever cause so much pain
And why did there have to be thorny
Crown pressed upon His head
It should have been the royal one
Made of jewels and gold instead
It had to be a crown of thorns
Because in this life that we live
For all who seek to love
A thorn is all the world has to give
And why did it have to be
A heavy cross He was made to bare
And why did they nail His feet and hands
His love would have held Him there
It was a cross for on a cross
A thief was supposed to pay
And Jesus had come into the world
To steal every heart away
Yes, Jesus had come into the world
To steal every heart away
One of my favorite songs by Michael Card....here is the youtube link if you would like to hear it...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFGXW3kJ3as
I'm sitting in the garden
With my small son on my knee
He looks up at me with big brown eyes
And says “Tell me about Granda's tree”
My father planted a tree
In nineteen forty two
He nurtured it and hadn’t bargained
On just how big it grew
When I was just seven years old
I had a love of climbing trees
Many times mum put plasters
On my bloodied and skinned knees
I can remember one day
Wearing my new party dress
Peering in through the window
A grubby bedraggled mess
I’d climbed as high as I could go
Then heard a quite loud crack
The branch it snapped in two
And I landed on my back
I’d excelled myself on this occasion
You could say I’d gone the whole hog
I’d landed on a little offering
Left by next doors dog
I remember as a little girl
My father built me a house in the tree
A sturdy wooden house with windows
Especially for me
When I was in my tree house
I could be almost anywhere
In a tropical jungle
Or in a cave hiding from a grizzly bear
Hanging onto my rope ladder
With a plastic cutlass on my hip
I could be looking for buried treasure
My tree house a pirate ship
Underneath the carpet
In the middle of the floor
My father had lovingly made me
A little brass-hinged trap door
Whenever I got fed up
Of being stuck inside
I’d open up that trap door
And go straight down the slide
Sometimes I would stand
For maybe half an hour
And pretend I was a princess
Imprisoned in an ivory tower
Some days I’d be a cowgirl
On a wild west ranch
And sometimes I’d pretend to be
A monkey swinging from a branch
One day I picked some flowers
And mum asked what they were for
I said “they are for my cottage
With roses around the door”
My son is looking wistful
Then he smiles at me
He says “mummy I would love
To see my Granda’s tree”
Tears come into my eyes
My son’s smile turns into a frown
I say “The tree's no longer there
The new owners chopped it down”
My son says it is sad
That the tree's no longer there
But no-one can destroy the memories
That my son and I share
walking is defined by how one travels on one's feet
walking in itself can be an easy task to complete
but when the environments troubles the ground on which you trod
walking is no longer easy but can become quite hard
walking on troubles waters Jesus went out to meet the boat
the Disciples were so fearful that they thought they were seeing a ghost
the storm had arisen and the boat was in big trouble
but Jesus was now in place to take on their struggle
the storms of circumstances will roil the waters of your life
the hurricanes of financial and economic strife
the tornadoes of your personal life and job situations
the tsunamis and the monsoons of everyday complications
we all have a desire to sail down calm and quiet streams
but life has a way of going from one to another extreme
storms will come into your life at times when you least expect
but as long as you're with Jesus there's no need to panic and eject
walking on troubles waters is not an easy thing to do
but it's less of a problem if you trust in God to guide you
so stretch out your hands to Him when you do step out of the boat
and believe that the Lord Jesus the Christ will keep you afloat
just don't look down and walk without any doubt
and know in your heart that God will work it all out
when the waters are flowing and easy you can walk on an even keel
but when the worries and woes make waves it's time to let God take the wheel
when walking on troubles water you need to have a big faith
and trust that the Lord Our God won't let you fall on your face
walking on troubled waters during the storms of life
knowing that the calm will come if you just trust in the power that is Christ
Hello Miss Destiny,
It is great to see you. It was great seeing you every day.
When I first saw your face, I was astonished to see such a young and pretty woman standing before me in hell. I read your profile and I must say that I do not give a about your past. Your crimes and consequences are already being absolved. You are a strong woman and I see you doing well in the community. I will be the one to say that you are doing well, and I will see you again. I may see you at the only place I will call my church. Sometimes an angel must fall from grace and be picked up from one of the watchers that has become disgruntled; yet, only to realize that angels come into the life of others through various forms. Your children and you may become part of my family. Only if God brings us together. Of course, in time our family will be bigger. You are the phoenix arisen from the ashes. I am the dragon and king of chances. The lamb shed its blood for all of us even for the ones that have fallen. The phoenix is the mate of the dragon (told by a friend). Your phoenix’s will help my dragons. I will change your title of Miss to Ms. or Mrs., it depends on your choice. Please take my name and your life will change. A kiss is what I want to give you.
Sincerely,
Your future love
Before and after
Sounds of strange laughter
Children running wild
Certainly not mild
Sun streams dazzle bright
Come into the light
Glee and frolic style
Cheery and worthwhile
Silver lines in clouds
Etch tints softly loud
Sense miracle grip
A vibrant fond trip
Dream upon a dream
Dare the scary scheme
When all crossroads end
Look around the bend
Echoes call to you
Listen for wise cue
Enter the dark cave
Only death can save
Leave in a hurry
Bliss cannot tarry
Words fail as thoughts end
Enroute beyond trends
Aftermath seeds shock
No more lock and stock
Leon Enriquez
02 April 2015
Singapore
Written: June 14, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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Amidst the rolling hills and verdant green,
Lies a land of arcane, almost Xanadu if seen.
A place of ariose where dreams are born,
And the sun rises each day as an auric crown.
In this Elysian land, time seems to stand still.
Worries and troubles fade away, as if by will.
Here, one can find peace and tranquility.
The beauty of nature is its canorous serenity.
Glory in magenta and gold hues in the sky
The birds emit an opera of tunes as they fly.
The aroma of fresh flowers floods the air.
Trees soar high, their limbs rising in a blare.
Going upward, I have faith in my heart.
Through gloomy slopes and twisty parts.
The peaks are starting to come into sight.
Their tops were aurified with golden light.
I wander through this nebulous land of bliss.
And fathom a sensation of perspicuous peace.
I realize that I have embedded my idyllic place,
An oasis of diaphanous passion and grace.
Almost akin to Xanadu, an island of dreams.
It motivates me with whispered schemes.
The seal of the blessing of a utopian paradise
A realm where loveliness is eternal never dies.
How wistful the song nostalgia plays
As old park benches come into view,
With memories of those cherished days
When my thoughts always returned to you
As old park benches come into view
I recall love's whisper in the breeze,
When my thoughts always returned to you
As spring's melody blew through the trees
I recall love's whisper in the breeze
Those songs of the heart were all we knew,
As spring's melody blew through the trees
Now the Autumn mist bids me adieu
Those songs of the heart were all we knew
With memories of those cherished days,
Now the Autumn mist bids me adieu,
How wistful the song nostalgia plays
6-18-2020
Feelings of Nostalgia Poetry Contest - Photo 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
There is something so
sad about fireworks.
They're so flashy,
pretty, and exciting,
but as they fade it
makes you feel sort
of lonely.
Afterall, they're
nothing more than
a semi-permanent
spark intended to
entertain for a
semi-permanent
moment.
The people that
come into our lives
are a lot like the
fireworks:
flashy, pretty,
exciting.
Then
we blink,
and they
fade.
There is
something so
sad about fireworks.
And there is
something so
lonely about being
forced to participate
in an event that you
know isn't going to
last forever.
Bittersweet flash,
bittersweet fade,
bittersweet everything.