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I`ll never understand why people throw love around like its nothin'
I've watched the poorest person turn it into somethin' .
What once was ugly and bitter was now full of soul,
She filled the void till it was completely full.
Nothing prevented her from standing her ground,
In all her love is where she was profound.
Anything that tore her down only built her back up,
She knew the true meaning of true love.
Anyone who doubted her was always ignored,
She knew thats what the past was for.
The only time she looked down was when she prayed,
Prayed for this true love never to fade.
The only time she cried was when they were tears of joy,
Knowing the happiness has villed her void.
This love made her proud, it made her strong,
It did everything for her to move along.
People were intimidated by such strong emotion,
They did everything they could to stop her from motion.
She never looked back, only to say goodbye,
They not only waved but they surely asked why.
Her simple reply was because its only her love that matters,
Theres beauty in her even though shes shattered.
The people were amazed so they opened their hearts,
Welcomed their loved ones with wide open arms.
They spread the joy like uncontrollable wildfire,
Now it is only love in which everyone will desire.
If only life could actually be like this today,
There'd be no greed, there would be no hate.
Nobody would have to suffer anymore,
Everyone gets a house with a beautiful door.
No more starving children dying,
No more will our mothers be crying.
Money wouldnt matter because everyone lives equally,
No more media telling us whats beautiful and whats ugly.
The world would be one big family like the creator intended,
Our sins could be forgiven because our enemies we befriended.
But if we learned to care just a little bit each day,
We could make a difference in even the things we say.
A simple smile could stretch as far as the stars,
Its the good deeds that help us make it far.
Learn to forgive, learn to forget,
Live your life with no regrets.
Tell your mother that you love her,
Spend some time with your sister or your brother.
Help your elders, no matter the race,
Always put a smile on a childs face.
But most importantly, learn to love yourself,
Nobody can do that better, gauranteed, nobody else!
By: Dorothy Dawn Robinson
medallion dreams now turned to grey,
wild flower scented sheets once laid
on the line held with clothesline wood pins,
now all I can do is hang on to that rope line
for dear life;
(gripping goodbyes)
I sit at my sill inside the nook and
watch generational bonds form.
I look at my hubby and say with pride,
"look what we started, sweetheart..."
Sixty-five years of marriage with
years of photo frames lining the walls-
for he is my mate to my soul;
my line to my life.
I've worn my heart on my sleeve
since the first time I gave my heart
away-
(high school sweethearts)
I was young,
fell in love too easily;
trusted blindly
but
it was worth every prick to my heart-
every bloodstream that flowed with
pain.
my skin untoned,
wrinkled with spots of age;
beautiful scars worn for years have
finally mended and healed-
for no longer am I scarred.
they say it time and time again....
but honestly-
no I don't wish I knew then what I
know now.
for it is through growth I lived
a life completely full of affection.
I know what it's like to fall in love so
deep your toes curl,
I know what it's like to have two sisters
choose death over life-
I know how it feels to embrace
a daughter on the day she was born,
and
I know how it feels to be loved so
unconditionally...
even the angels weep.
to be grateful is to have lived;
and that is what I shall die saying...
"blessed am I."
(gripping life)
Written: March 14, 2019
Original contest: APRIL 2019 PREMIER 11, ANY FORM , ANY THEME , UP TO A MAX OF 8
Date judged: 5/1/2019 3:40:00 AM
medallion dreams now turned to grey,
wild flower scented sheets once laid
on the line held with clothesline wood pins,
now all I can do is hang on to that rope line
for dear life;
(gripping goodbyes)
I sit at my sill inside the nook and
watch generational bonds form.
I look at my hubby and say with pride,
"look what we started, sweetheart..."
Sixty-five years of marriage with
eons of photo frames lining the walls-
for he is my mate to my soul;
my line to my life.
I've worn my heart on my sleeve
since the first time I gave my heart
away-
(high school sweethearts)
I was young,
fell in love too easily;
trusted blindly
but
it was worth every prick to my heart-
every bloodstream that flowed with
pain.
my skin untoned,
wrinkled with spots of age;
beautiful scars worn for years have
finally mended and healed-
for no longer am I scarred.
they say it time and time again....
but honestly-
no I don't wish I knew then what I
know now.
for it is through growth I lived
a life completely full of affection.
I know what it's like to fall in love so
deep your toes curl,
I know what it's like to have two sisters
choose death over life-
I know how it feels to embrace
a daughter on the day she was born,
and
I know how it feels to be loved so
unconditionally...
even the angels weep.
to be grateful is to have lived;
and that is what I shall die saying...
"blessed am I."
(gripping life)
Written: February 6, 2019
It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!
That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it!
A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward with endless stride!
A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God!
Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!
Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!
Infants can vaguely
remember how often they were
attentively cared for...
kissed and touched by their mothers:
cuddling them in those
protective and undetached arms,
claiming their babies to be the cutest ones!
I do reacall how mother fed me;
and made sure I was completely full,
until I burped and my tiny eyes began to roll...
Around seven a.m. I was awaken by the choir,
when the massive medieval organ,
over the church's altar, began to play;
she took me out to the sunny veranda,
to let me hear its heavenly sound!
And it exquisitely played the" Ave Maria! "...
while all the nuns from the monastery,
across the stone-paved street, headed,
towards their place of meditation and prayer;
ever since their devotion became mine...
Time, you age our bodies with worries and diseases,
but only memories are timeless and unerasable;
childhood is the slowest phase of our fleeing life,
and that event can influence our well-being:
to make us happy or sad, lovable and kind...
bitter and unmindful, or resentful and hateful!
However positively or negatively, these feelings are fed to the heart;
we act on them accordingly without the tendency to forget that:
we were once loved so sweetly and so endessly by a mother, with a pious face,
who desired their children to be the mirror of herself...
when her cutes ones would become caring husbands and loving wives,
to carry on this honorable tradition for the survival of the Human Race...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Although Man was created so wonderfully
and as perfect as He is,
there's no perfection in Man
when it comes to obedience, swiftly
he responds in rebellion;
his ego can't be broken easily,
and submission to the living God
is a painful loss and an end to his pride....
If man or woman thinks that they are above
a Supreme Being who has always existed,
they will find themselves wearing a vain crown;
for all the gold and monetary gain
they have achieved over their life-time,
not knowing that everything accumulated
will not worth a single dime: its merely human greed,
and God will not tolerate it as in ancient times...
Examine the short life of Christ,
from childhood to adulthood,
He was born of humble origins and yet
proclaimed a message beyond human conception,
so He spoke in parables and everyone understood them;
when all the wealthy ones don't share their fortune
with the ones less lucky than they are, they are forsaken by Him!
See the difference when kind people give of themselves:
how a desperate and grim look turns bright,
and an empty hand is completely full of hope...
There's no perfection in Man as Adam was,
the Designer delighted in his creation
and expected him to ever obey His commands;
and we still resist His will with contention:
fearing nothing, until tragedy strikes us!
And He, so distant from us, won't her our cry
from a planet truly beautiful, but full of animosity:
our belligerent spirit clashes with the Almighty...
hello
it's me
the result of your unrestrained vices.
i was born from the ground up
from the mouth of the gaping crater left by the density, and gravity of your monolithic pile of sin:
the same crater that exposes the veins of the earth,
causing the magma to bleed out from the skin:
the same skin that has already been,
eroded from the inside out by the seed of dishonor, and rusted by the blood of your wives, your children, your concubines, your brothers, and sisters and neighbors.
the same neighbors who have decided on your condemnation.
you shall eat the dust,
until the dust itself eats you.
you shall eat it until you are completely full and wholly dissatisfied.
your blade, which you hold, will become molten steel in your hand.
And the bone of the arm that holds that molten steel shall be broken into 7 segments,
and those segments of bone shall be removed from the skin and pushed into your toothless mouth
and what is left of the arm will be filled with salted concrete and stitched up and wrapped with sandpaper.
your organs and blood shall be removed and replaced with that of those you have killed.
what remains of their lives will enact revenge against your own body.
your sentence shall be finished only when the insatiable appetite of Satan pulls your soul out of your cursed vessel,
and straight into the gaping abyss that is his mouth.
Since times long ago,
written in legends such and so.
A creature of pure fear,
layed waste to all the lands near here.
Wielding axe and mace,
His black eyes upon his face.
And for blood, an insatiable taste.
Though he may lay dormant,
He will surely rise and torment.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
The people so named him.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
They'd yell as he maimed them.
More evil than, the most furious of demon.
You'll always know he's coming, as you hear the people screaming.
Blood red skin and bellowing war cries.
The last thing seen or heard, before his victim dies.
His reign of destruction and such fright.
Rampaging through the night.
While all of everyone, trembling before his sight
The ravager, the rager.
The sum of utmost danger.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
Is wrecking through the town.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
As the warning bells they sound.
Slashing, bashing, brutally, he's attacking.
Following the panicked voices, lurking in the dark, he is tracking.
Wreaking havoc to all things living.
His soul, completely full, of a hate so giving.
The bringer of all things horrifying.
His savagery forever multiplying.
Don't bother trying to fight it, all those who do simply end up dying.
A whirlwind, a dark red flurry,
the causer of so much worry.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
All the people scream.
The Vromaz! The Vromaz!
Terror's grand machine.
APACHE
His name was Apache
His eyes were so bright
He was completely full of joy
Hopping, jumping, dancing
Taking naps on top of me
Happiness, love, to fill the universe
Playing with home-made toys
Always excited to see each one
He warbled like a bird when he was held
He filled my heart so quickly
Like he knew me, before we met
He was a smart Guinea Pig
Squeaking from across the house,
When he knew I was cutting his food
He had a special ramp that I made
He would wait for his treats put on that
He always knew everything I would do
He was only 7 months old when he got sick
An ear infection spread, ending up untreatable
The light bulb of joy went out in my house
An emptiness that I cannot explain
There are other things that I cannot say,
But I wish that I had one more day
My writing area was near his play pen
When he left, my muse went with him
It will be a while to feel it again
It will be a while for my heart to mend
There is no answer for his leaving so young
There are always questions in life,
Left unanswered in some empty place that makes no sense
And we are expected to move on without knowing
Heidi Sands
9/26/22
The Soul Of Beauty
It was night & I turned off the light,
I was off to bed & leaned my head.
I heared a knocking sound,
It made me to look around.
Hey,that's from the l'le jewellery kit,
which drove my sight towards it.
My eyes were opened wide,
When I opened & stared at it's side.
With the l'le steps & fairy dress
came out a LILLIPUT.
Oh my God! It was cute...
She owns a husky voice,
And height equals my finger size.
She shone more than the day,
That no words can describe her way.
Taking her in my palm,I nuzzled,
She looked so calm & was puzzled.
I crowned her with my diamond ring,
"Thanks buddy" uttered this lovely wording.
Gave a pinch of bread as her meal,
It made her l'le belly completely full.
She leaned on my finger tips,
And kissed with her rosy lips.
I loved the LILLI very much,
And pleased with her tender touch.
I could hear a ringing tone,
Huh! Its the alarm from my mobile phone.
Oops!! Now its morning,
How crazy,I was just dreaming.
I wished it were all true,
My dear LILLI, I really love you.