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Thank You

Thank you for cheering me up.
Thank you being someone I could count on.
Thank you for accepting my flaws.
Thank you for giving me a canvas to paint my dreams.
Thank you for fighting the world for me.
Thank you for being my father.

Thank you for trusting me.
Thank you for being a shoulder I could cry on.
Thank you for being worried about me.
Thank you for filling colours in my colourless life.
Thank you for never ever pressurizing me.
Thank you for being my mother.

I know I'm an ungrateful and stubborn brat to deal with.
I know I have never did things that would make you proud.
But I also know that I love you guys dearly.
I promise I'd try to be a better daughter.


My Children Seek Your Creator

God the Creator. Who is He?
He is the One that spoke light, filled the sea.
Great "I AM!" That is He!
He's anything we need him to be.
My God, your God. God Most High!
Reigning from the Third Heaven Sky.
Our Rock & Redeemer, our Hiding Place.
When trouble comes, please seek His face!
He is everyone's Father and really does care.
You can count on Him to always be there.
He'll send peace and heal our soul,
When you're young and when you're old.
He's the God that provides for us and sees!
The empty void that needs filling in me.
The Sanctifier of our Souls!
Say the name "Jesus!" and be Bold!
He's our Maker who's always there.
The creation all arounds shows that he cares.
He represents Righteousness for you and me.
Something no human cannot be.
Awesome One and your God too.
The Amazing One waiting to hear from you.
He's Faithful, Righteous. God Most High!
The answer to our who, what, when, where & why?
The Great God who's glory falls on you.
When it does, crying is all you can do.
God of the Heavens, Everlasting is He.
Who care about what happens to me.
He's full of compassion when we do wrong.
Don't hide in shame, run to His Throne.
He is all powerful, there's nothing He can't do.
No matter what it is, He can see you through.
He all-knowing and nothing can hide.
Just confess the dirty secrets inside.
He's present everywhere, at once at all times.
Meditate on that for a moment, doesn't it blow your mind?
Form: Rhyme

Pickled Scenery

A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.

Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.

Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.

Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous

Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.

A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!

Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best! 

Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.

For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor  

But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.
Form: Triolet

Premium Member Numbers

Numbers

It is all about the numbers, 
the ones and the zeros, 
put together and torn apart, 
sharply counted out loud. 

Take a ticket, 
what does it say? 
What is your number, 
today? 
What will it be, 
tomorrow? 

Your birth, 
your phone, 
your life... 
recorded and measured
by numbers, 
in lines of fives and tens. 

Being young
and growing old, 
be bold, 
and count on. 
The score too high
to be gauged, 
or calculated, 
if blessed by heaven, 
and then... 

Counting 
1,2 and three
you need to see, 
we are not numbered at all. 
We are taller than that. 
We are shorter too. 
We are you, 
and me and us. 
Unique... 
and only, 
one.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Inspiration

INSPIRATION

                                    My desire or aspiration
                                          to follow, to access
                                   is blessed by inspiration
                                         of my Dad reaching success.
                  
                                  My Philosopher, my Preacher.
                                        My Idol, Instructor, Guide.
                                 My Adviser, my Teacher
                                       on way of life to proceed.

                              He taught Moral values of life:
                                     Truth, Compassion, Honesty
                               to confront each conflict and strife.         
                                      with Self-Esteem, Modesty.

                                Till pursuing same discipline,
                                      passing Morals to off-spring
                                    to honor and to incline
                                             on me as inspiring. 
 
Syllable count on each stanza  8 7 8 7 

  01/03/17
              Who has inspired you most in your life Contest by Brenda Chiri Caroll
 Sixth Place
Form: Quatrain


Lack of Awareness

Astonished by the continuance of deception
Amazed by my lack of awareness & perception
Forgiveness is only given if their is a correction
Seriously bleeding sick from the knife of intention

Shattered is all the everything I've become within
Preaching to the imperfect while lost in your sin
I will never be able to trust another soul ever again
What is the final count on all your other so called men

Happiness shall always be a word without definition
Forged by the blatant disrespect inside your decision
Unable to figure out whether it's prostitution or proposition 
These feelings I would share but I know you will never listen

Hopefully someday you will feel regret for what you lost
It is only the rest of my life spent in misery that it cost...



bmdavey@03/10/18
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Faithful Friend- Duet

( Female's Part)
First Verse 

I feel so alone and all my friends are gone
Who do I run to when I feel lost and in despair 
A gentle voice said “ I am HE to count on
Although you feel all alone I am always there”

(Male’s Part)
Second Verse

I AM that I AM and I will dry all your tears
Trust in me in spite of your darkest night
It was me by your side down thru the years
I am a true friend and make your load light

(Both)
Chorus 

Oh Lord, now I am reminded of your love
Even though I feel all alone, you’re there
Your love shines from up above
It brings me comfort when I’m in despair 

Bridge 

(Female's Part)
Oh Lord, now I can smile and I praise your name
(Male’s Part)
Thank you for being a faithful friend always by my side
(Both)
Oh Lord you are love, sent from up above I proclaim
And I give you praise , and in your loving arms I abide

Repeat  Chorus

9-27-17
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Moonstruck

The light of the moon is the comfort of the night,
and the flight of dreams sees by its golden glow.
The stars that surround its corona are as jewels,
that lay upon the moons' black velvet shoulders.
The mountain wolves call to announce their need,
for the god of golden light to bring back better days.
The natives bow and call the moon the night king,
for he tells them when to plant their sacred crops.
The wandering stranger is talking absentmindedly,
to the only friend and companion, he can count on.
Moonbeams stream through the ancient woodland,
where the creatures of fantasy dance in its illumine. 
The light of the moon is the comfort of the night,
and upturned faces bathe in its resplendent glory!


3/8/2020
© Meru Groen  Create an image from this poem.

What Would Life Really Mean

This is my living will

No matter what this is what's real

If I can't live with out a machine

Then what could my life really mean

If with out them I will quickly die

Please unplug them and say Good Bye

Because logically my life is done

Living with tubes and all the noise won't be fun

And no matter how hard it may be

Please unplug them for me

Life has been good even at it's worst

I have been Blessed as much as cursed

Made friends in many places

Don't remember all the names but can see all the faces

I have seen Joy Love Laughter and Hate

And what I want isn't up for debate

Please remember after I am gone

May be not one thing from my life will carry on

But the ones I Loved know it all to well

I am begging for heaven but may end up in hell

Either way so many people and places I did touch

About some kind of return I didn't care much

I just want you to promise me

You'll unplug the machine and set me free

This my best friend is not pretend

Please hold my hand and kiss me in the end

Without you I couldn't have gotten this far

You know just exactly who you are

Please don't you shed not even one little tear

Unplug me and remember I'll always be near

Even though my body you won't see

In your time of need you can count on me

I will watch over you every day

Trying to be sure happy and safe you will stay

Now you know my final wish

Let it end with an I LOVE YOU , a Hug And Kiss!

So please don't let me down

In all these years your the best friend I could have ever found!




An Uncle Charlie Original






© 2011 unclecharlie
© Bill Ryan  Create an image from this poem.

I Count On You

Intro: Have you ever considered, moving on?
Have you ever considered, holding on from dusk to dawn?
Consider this – I will be with you day and night
Even in the abyss, I will be your enduring light 

Hmmm…hmmm…
Soon, this nightmare will be over
Soon, you will be living a dream come true
I do not doubt you will be unsure
I have lost and gained so much; you have no clue

Just hold on…
Move on…

Hmmm…ah…oh…
Hmmm…ah…oh…

Hey now, don’t give up
Please don’t let go…
You have been a broken cup
Oh, that, I know…
Come on, don’t give up
Promise me you won’t let go
You have been an abandoned pup
Yes, yes, I already know

Just understand that I want to be here
Understand that help is always near
I wish you’d see how much I care for you
Dear, my darling, don’t shed tears of hopeless dew

Ooooh…oooh…ooh…

Believe in the truth that never lies
Don’t give up so quickly – it’s never too late!
I know we get caught up in the tides of failed tries
Don’t let go so senselessly…it’s your fate to wait

Just hold on…
Move on…

Hmmm…ah…oh…
Hmmm…ah…oh…

Hey now, don’t give up
Please don’t let go…
You have been a broken cup
Oh, that, I know…
Come on, don’t give up
Promise me you won’t let go
You have been an abandoned pup
Yes, yes, I already know

Just understand that I want to be here
Understand that help is always near
I wish you’d see how much I care for you
Dear, my darling, don’t shed tears of hopeless dew

You can believe, don’t fret at all
Grieve no more and stand tall
Before you make a great fall 
Or even become as cold as a wall

Soon, all will come to an end
Sorrow will no longer be a friend
There are still some scars to mend

But, believe me, 
It’s the beginning of a dream trend

Outro: You and I can work with a little fixing nowadays
Don’t be so succumbed to these wicked days…
Along with their dreadful, wicked ways…
You don’t want to be involved in their craze
Form: Lyric

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