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“10And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. 11It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. 16The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 12,000 stadia in length, and as wide and high as it is long. 17He measured its wall and it was 144 cubits thick, by man's measurement, which the angel was using. 18The wall was made of jasper, and the city of pure gold, as pure as glass. 19The foundations of the city walls were decorated with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony, the fourth emerald, 20the fifth sardonyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst.21The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass. 27Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.” Rev 21:10-12;16-21; 27
There’s a place for us
In heaven’s glory land above
Mansions of mercy
Golden streets paved with love
Living waters sweet
Fruits grown for our healing
The pathway’s narrow
Requires God’s special sealing
There’s a place for us
Made of diamonds and emeralds
Japser, sapphires; every precious stone
Twelve gates of large pearls
No pain or heartache
Just joy and peace reign
Our loving Saviour is King
His kingdom forever will sustain
There’s a place for us
God planned long, long ago
A palatial,‘holy city’
With a sparkling river that flows
We are His children
Heirs to His throne
Each one will receive
His own rightful crown
There’s a place for us
It’s not just a dream
Revelation describes it
Enlightened with God’s glory beams
I plan to be there—
By His sweet mercy and grace
I want to meet you there too
With our Lord face to face.
2008-2012 Copyright Maureen LeFanue
It was a day that started out just like any other one
We never dreamed America could come under attack
It seemed an enemy had slipped through a crack
Who knew they would come from behind our back
They sucker punched us, this was a fact
A day Americans thought could never come
No one thought for a second America could ever come undone
For we all thought America was the mightiest one
We never stopped to think it could actually be done
Two of our own planes came crashing down
It certainly was a horrrendous sound
People running for their lives all around
No where to run, No where to hide
Into the twin towers they did collide
Taking with them some of America's pride
Thousands of people still trapped inside
Not even having a safe place to hide
Hundreds of firefighters and volunteers rushed inside
To them it wasn't a matter of pride
Only did they think of the people still inside
America now was in a shear panic
This was much worse than the sinking of the Titanic
We watched the towers as they fell
We knew that all inside were going through a living hell
For as of yet no one could tell,
Wether or not any would make it out alive and well
Leaveing all of America to wonder why
So many people that day had to die
The day those planes came down form out of the sky
Our only unanswered questions, Who and Why?
Not a single rock in the rubble was left unturned
Not a single thing left unburned
For all our lost loved ones America still yearned
For this was a lesson that must be learned
Our hearts go out to each and everyone
We all knew now what must be done
We knew the job wasn't going to be an easy one
Osama Bin Laden must now pay for what he has done!
We must fight the enemy one by one
We must join together now,,,,,,,Everyone
We all knew our government had glitches,
but we never thought it would leave America with so many stitches
As for time, we know we can't turn back
We know now is the time for our government to act
For we know now to always watch our back
We must be ready, if there is ever another attack
For all the lost souls on 9/11
We pray each one of you made your way to heaven
As for all Americans we must stand together
Face our enemy even in the stormiest weather
We must stand together as one
Fight the enemy until it is completely done
Then and only then, will America have truly won
On the first day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, pee-pee under my tree
On the second day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the third day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the fourth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the fifth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, five gnawing rings... four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the sixth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the seventh day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the eighth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the ninth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the tenth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, eleven barks of griping, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, twelve new puppies coming, eleven barks of griping, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
If my poetry moves you to witness to stranger
Just know that I'm touched that you're "sharing my ride,"
For the fact is that giving can be fraught with danger,
But those that it calls feel much warmer inside!
I have so little knowledge to call my invention
Some came from my parents, from people I've met
But the gift of the spirit defies all convention
It's holy, profound, precious gift without debt.
Even muse I call gift, for it waters my soul's growth,
An alternate path that the spirit can take
Truth that's flavored by strangers, by loved ones, I've seen both,
Fresh air never sweeter, Grace purges mistake!
Spirit truth has no owner like jewel or gold dust,
It's one with Creation; you'll know it by feel.
Although Midas (1) got gold, all his love turned to soul rust,
The gift of the Spirit is simply to heal!
Brian Johnston
June 13, 2017
Poet's Notes:
(1) From Greek mythology - Wikipedia
"One day, as Ovid relates in Metamorphoses, Dionysus found that his old schoolmaster and foster father, the satyr Silenus, was missing. The old satyr had been drinking wine and wandered away drunk, to be found by some Phrygian peasants who carried him to their king, Midas (alternatively, Silenus passed out in Midas' rose garden). Midas recognized him and treated him hospitably, entertaining him for ten days and nights with politeness, while Silenus delighted Midas and his friends with stories and songs. On the eleventh day, he brought Silenus back to Dionysus in Lydia. Dionysus offered Midas his choice of whatever reward he wished. Midas asked that whatever he might touch should be changed into gold.
Midas rejoiced in his new power, which he hastened to put to the test. He touched an oak twig and also a stone; both turned to gold. Overjoyed, as soon as he got home, he touched every rose in the rose garden, and all became gold. He ordered the servants to set a feast on the table. Upon discovering how even the food and drink turned into gold in his hands, he regretted his wish and cursed it. Claudian states in his In Rufinem: "So Midas, king of Lydia, swelled at first with pride when he found he could transform everything he touched to gold; but when he beheld his food grow rigid, and his drink harden into golden ice then he understood that this gift was a bane and in his loathing for gold, cursed his prayer."
The thing that went...
The first thing that went wrong -
was the buzzing in my left ear,
the one not buried in the pillow,
the one that was open to the world.
The second thing that went wrong
was that dream I was having,
you know, the one where I'm gazing
at you - soo beautiful, soo lustful,
was receding like a cosmic dust cloud
The third thing that went wrong
was my sense of consciousness coming
before the fourth thing but after a second
I realized I was waking up to
The fourth thing that went wrong
the buzzing from the first was even
louder now than a second ago and ticklish
and I realized it had - legs
The fifth thing that went wrong
was me turning and sitting erect quickly
not conscious enough to feel the rocking but
quite able to feel the ceiling I smashed into
a mere twenty-four inches above my bunk
The sixth thing that went wrong
was my abrupt shock from concussive smash
and my equal abhorrence at the knowledge
of something of the arthropod phylum
dancing upon my tympanic membrane
The seventh thing that went wrong
was me turning off the bunk to stand erect
forgetting I was on the top bunk
and my feet were far away from the floor
The eighth thing that went wrong
was the whitened pain that cross-eyed me
as my right big toe curled 180°
underneath my gravitous torso pushing
toward the planked floor below
The ninth thing that went wrong
was the piercing shout that came from
my wide involuntary lips and tongue
just as the Musca domestica miraculously
left my ear in a fit of self-preservation
The tenth thing that went wrong
was the hard lateral left turn that I took
just as the fly took a hard lateral right
and buzzed for final clearance to land
just below the epiglottis
The eleventh thing that went wrong
was me closing my mouth in utter surprise
knowing the first thing that went right
was that domestic fly - right down my throat
"Good morning" you sleepily said as you
blinked and smiled from your slumbering bunk
I looked at you with astonishment
realizing I had started the day only
seconds ago, and already two things
had gone right; It was gonna be a good day.
© Goode Guy 2013-11-20
for the December 2013 challenge at the
open-mic at Aromas coffeehouse:
a first line of "The first thing that went wrong"
How in the world do you prepare a loved one for dying?
What if you as well as others have faithfully prayed
For your love one's healing? But instead of improving,
It only becomes much worse. And you storm the
Heavenly citadels of heaven reaching the very throne
Room of The Lamb of God who takes away the sins
Of the the world!
Most believers in Jesus Christ, firmly believe, "it is
Appointed unto man (or woman) once to die and
Afterwards the judgement." And as the Apostle
Paul, the apostle to the gentile nations once said.
"To be absent from the body is to be present with
The Lord." How well and good it is to be reassured
That your Christian friend will be going to heaven!
This is a much harshest case scenario! What if your
Loved one is not born again? You must first faithfully
And diligently pray for Dear Heavenly Father! To give
Unto you the very right words to say to him (or to her).
Hopefully, your unsaved loved one will ask you this
Very viable live changing and life saving question.
"What must I do to become saved?"
In that case situation you simply reply, "For God so
Loved (you) that He gave His only begotten Son; that
Whosoever believes on Him will not perish but have
Everlasting life." John 3:16. What if you friend does not
Nether acknowledges God's very existence. And or your
Dying love one no longer believes in Him!
You can always pray for God to have mercy on his or hers
immortal soul. And into your hands oh Lord we commend
His or her spirit. Speak those words or similar ones out
Loud. Hold on to your loved ones hand, and ask this question.
If you believe in God please squeeze my hand, if you are still
Able to do so. I firmly believe that our dear Heavenly Father
Does accepts and acknowledges death bed confessionals!
Why should any one of us wait until our eleventh hour to
Become saved? Multitudes of people die instantaneously with
Out even having a chance to become saved! And unfortunately
Some people miss out on their last opportunity to become
Born again believers in Jesus Christ, God's only begotten
Son, and our precious Lord, Redeemer and Savior! We
Love, worship and honor Him because He first loved us!
Love in Christ Jesus Holy Name!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 05, 2021
On the first day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the second day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the third day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the fourth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the fifth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the sixth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the seventh day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the eighth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the ninth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the tenth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Ten hours of nagging,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Eleven scented candles,
Ten hours of nagging,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Twelve tons of chocolate,
Eleven scented candles,
Ten hours of nagging,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
Sharon Bell
She was a new girl to me, a day before she never existed
I seen her the first day of tenth grade, mind full of serious intentions
The repped the same style I did, but she was’nt interested
The end of school on the bus ride home
She asked where her stop was, I told her but let her walk alone
Later I found out it was far from close
Than I remembered it was 7 blocks away
Than it finally hit me, she was my homeboys lady
We started talkin more, the convos were nice
Than she mentioned her man, I was envious and enticed
To ask her on a date and she did’nt refuse
Charlie had dissed her or so the story goes
A few weeks later I heard the news
They had sex, I felt nervous like I was abused
Soon it was like Information about charlie was all of my use
The next time I saw her, she was’nt as nice
You can tell she was sad by the look in her eyes
She was cryin for a long long time
What he took from her was sugar and spice
Months later she told me what they had
A deep long relationship, so of course she was sad
I told her be strong and never give up
Theres always somebody for someone so we hooked up
Things were good for the first eight months
Loving and hugging is all that there was
Not knowing what lay ahead in the future
Took it all for granted, but always said I loved her
Start of eleventh grade things went wrong
I started to get moody, felt confined but still felt strong
Told her I did’nt want this much, damn I was flawed
did’nt want this much responsibility and attention
Should have known, you need that with this kind of relationship
I wish I knew that way back than
She was special to me, she was my loyal bestfriend
Situation was like this for the next two years
I felt in control of another persons life
I was so stupid and soon came by biggest fears
Never thought that I’d feel like this
For her I cried, oh god what did I miss?
I’m in her place now with the memories and tears
Why was’nt I there for her when she was lost and scared
When the tables turn you feel so helpless
Wanna go back to the very first day you met this, beautiful person
And say how much you’re sorry for the future and the unintentional diss
Lesson learned, don’t take for granted someone elses love and heart
It will come back to you 10 times harder and tear you apart
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