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~He'll Give You Love Peace And Hope~
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He will give you love peace and hope
When with life you can't longer cope
He will help you to be so strong
when everything for you go wrong
When you fight and struggle in vain
He will give you love peace and hope
And He will take away your pain
When you are at the end of rope
His love in your heart will just flow
when your spirit is sad and low
He will give you love peace and hope
Every time you reach an steep slope
When troubles pile wide and so high
Ask the Lord for help every day
Before God just kneel and then pray
He will give you love peace and hope.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
January.31.2016
~Author's Notes:
-But Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” Matthew :19:26 (KJV)
-I can do all things through him who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13 (KJV)
-He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20 (KJV)
-A Psalm of David. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. ... Psalm 23: 1-6
It Made Me Think of You
David J Walker
Something
I don’t know what
Reminded me
You are not here
Perhaps it was the pot
On the stove
Like the one you used to
Soak the beans in
Overnight
Before simmering them
All-day
With a ham bone
Shedding its meat
Spreading it flavor
It makes me think of
The savor of
Warm cornbread
Made from scratch
It makes me think of a
Butter and a
Batch of biscuits
Which leads me to
The wild plum jam
Canned last summer
And the day we spent
Picking tomatoes as ripe
As August
And the next week
School started
And everyone looked
Brand new
Something,
I don’t know what
Made me think of you
She was beautiful within and without,
He was handsome, there was no doubt,
Engaged to be married, they were in love,
He knew she was pure like a dove,
A shocking news - she was found carrying,
A public shame - 'twas worrying,
What could he do? He would put her away,
Silently without much delay,
That night, while he thought on these things, behold,
An angel of the Lord, he told,
"Joseph, thou son of David, do not fear
To take Mary as thy wife dear"
"What she's conceived is of the Holy Ghost,
She'll give birth to a son foremost,
Jesus will save the people from their sins",
Virgin birth fulfilment begins,
Joseph, the just man, rose up from his sleep,
He his wife decided to keep,
He did as the angel had bidden him,
They married, life was no more dim.
07.29.2020
N/A in Strand Completely New (15), any form, any theme contest
Temptress beside the river
she beckons me from a hill
Lust permeates my body
driven insane by her shrill
Temptation does pirouettes
Dancing naked within reach
unquenched and oozing fire
let me taste you, I beseech
Temptress blindfolds my eyes
her suiters are nothing like me
Ego seduces the conscience
when passes are seemingly free
Temptation is wearing a veil
insatiable between the sheets
Together we undulate in sin
as her hair caresses my feet
Temptress is a hall of mirrors
warping everything I can’t see
Projecting a sirens darkness
into surrealistic fantasies
Temptation controls the mist
morphing through my dreams
Brings me inside quasi heaven
slave to her orgasmic screams
Temptress is an open invite
closed mind’s always cheat
Spiked was the vamps chalice
alas addiction’s bitter sweet
Temptation, I sup her last drop
then go searching for desert
Back into the vales of yonder
one hour before she gave birth
By
David Kavanagh
Kiss Me At Midnight
David J Walker
Ring out the old
Spill into the streets and strain to see
The new year rise with the commemorative sun
In your eyes
See if your name is listed
in the everyday agenda
of the new year
It’s next year somewhere said
The News-man with the spayed hair
on the
75-inch Video Screen
Do me a Party Favor and
Kiss me at Midnight
Hold me tight and
Make me love you more
in that brand new moment
the annual renewal of an original event
They have paper hats now for everything
Tell me you believe everything will be better
With a new calendar
Tell me you can foresee the coming weeks
Of better days without end
How quickly may we dismiss and forget
The past year
Will you be my reminder not to
Remember
Will you consent to be my kinder
Gentler future
(verse 1)
You are not a stranger
to my ever loving anger
Violence is just a stain
hiding what’s in my abyss
Silence is empty bliss
tonight you’ll feel my strain
(Chorus)
I bring you down
to keep myself high
I keep you low
to bring myself up
feel my fist
twisted is my love
striked down by the glove
you are not dismissed
(verse 2)
Let the crimson rain
wash away the stains
from the pain
of the chains
keeping you down
Burdensome is the crown
forged by cataclysmic tendencies
and saturnine atrocities
(Chorus)
I bring you down
to keep myself high
I keep you low
to bring myself up
feel my fist
twisted is my love
striked down by the glove
you are not dismissed
Twisted Love
8-14-‘18 revised: 11-18-‘18
Lyricist Inc.
David A.Porter
How many breaths do I have, before the end of days
How many words are faked, will we give our game away
How many years in the closet, before they all come out gay
How many dark thoughts do we possess, the one we never say
Questions difficult to answer, how come they manage that easy lay
How many tears are shed, tells his wife he went astray
How many screams do we hear, the bills I’m unable to pay
How many times has he promised, if you go the kids will stay
How many times do we look at the sun, but still it appeared grey
Questions about god and the universe, which truths should we obey
How many saints are in heaven, to which should we pray
How many more sleeps, before Santa Claus, gets underway
How many more weeks til open season, shoot birds in disarray
How many more years do I have, to wear this damn mask anyway
Questions we read about quite randomly, in our poetry soup everyday
20/08/2021
By David Kavanagh
How fast the years did clip and leap away,
till your Earth orbitz count ninety decades
+ uno journeys orbited around mister sun
encompassing metaphorical magnum opus
figuratively paginated bound compendium,
whereby chronology Boyce Brandon Harris
also known as papa san 'pon being drafted
his six foot 2 inch tiptop chiseled physique
(musculoskeletal frame shrunk) dada fought
the good fight one among many raw recruits
stationed south 38th parallel serving admins
Harry Truman, & Dwight David Eisenhower
bolstering strongman Syngman Rhee against
Kim Il-sung during 6/25, 1950 – 7/27, 1953
war (actually stalemate) whereby former and
latter controlled South and North Korean as
separate countries - father (soldier of fortune
(he art not yet in heaven, whatever Unitarian
equivalent would be) hoping to live at least
until Tuesday, November 3, 2020 to vote for
fightin Joe Biden, meanwhile Zayda to his 5
grandkids keeps low profile at Normandy
Farm Estates upscale retirement community
whose delicate health (i.e. congestive heart
failure) could (does) pose hardship visa vis
his immune system susceptible to microbes
(particularly strains) virile which could spell
death of beloved nonagenarian, whose dim
eyes sees approaching exit (stage door left)
out webbed wide world of living survivors.
Mayor presence be regaled as presents
courtesy second rate poetaster
born (only heir - hiss supple) while ye still
tread, albeit ably helped along with cane.
H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y
Underdog Alleluia
By Mark D. Stucky
Why do we love underdogs?
Why root for ragtag Rockies
and scruffy low-rated teams
coming from behind to win?
Why adore unlikely triumphs
against impossible odds?
Our culture can still remember
underdog-filled Bible stories,
from David and Goliath’s battle
to the meek inheriting the earth.
And America was once an underdog,
rebelling against earth’s mightiest empire.
Although Britain wielded superpower might,
and colonists fielded motley militias,
somehow, against improbable odds,
America survived and thrived.
In the centuries since,
the story transformed.
America became Goliath.
What will be our story now?
(First published in The Purpled Nail, 2 June 2023.)
(Photo by Kara Carelle on Unsplash.com.)
Have mercy on me, O God, in Your Goodness; in the greatness of Your compassion wipe out my offense Psalm 51:3
There are severe penitential realms that was sung or spoken can give us much spiritual Help to express our penance. These seven unique psalms are highly recommended to pray during Lent. The fourth and most famous called “The Miserere”, was written by King David when we cried out to and begging for forgiveness after he had committed murder and adultery. Whatever our sins maybe, we can discover in these ancient expressions of sorrow divine forgiveness and healing consolation. Our sins maybe few or many. Yet, like King David, we can offer our sincere prayer to our God of goodness, whose great compassion wipe out any offense.
This Lent, the pleading prayer “Lord, have mercy” is prelude to Eucharistic liturgy and can lead us to conversion and a better life.