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~Through Everything~
(Couplet)
Without God, I don't know where for sure now I'd be
He sends me so many blessings that's clear to see
He gives His unconditional love today and forever
He grants me His forgiveness, He'll abandon me never
No matter what I do He always sees me through all
There are those days when it's so hard to stand tall
But with Jesus by my side through everything I can go
Because His love and grace helps me each day more to grow
With Him nothing is really impossible at all, this with certainty I know
He gives me love, hope peace and strength,and in my heart His love just flows
He helps me see better when things go bad and I'm feeling down and blue
I am so happy and thankful that I know God as my Lord and Saviour too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September.2.2015
In the depths of my soul, I cry out to You,
May Your grace locate me, and forever see me through.
For when You bless me, Your blessings abound,
Touching lives of those around, a ripple effect profound.
Make me a door, a vessel of Your love,
A conduit of hope, sent from above.
To my family, friends, and all I meet,
Let Your kindness and mercy greet.
You are my Provider, my Smile Keeper, my Guide,
The One who sees me through life's ebb and tide.
Untie every knot, that binds me tight,
Unlock every door, and shine Your light.
Rub and scrub, delete every curse,
Every iniquity, that my ancestors traversed.
Don't bless me for my own selfish gain,
But for the sake of others, and Your glory to obtain.
It's Your grace that helps me, through trials and strife,
Clear my path, remove thorns, and be my Life.
Give me the ladder, to climb high and see,
Acceleration to my destiny, a future bright and free.
Wash my sins away, and wipe my tears dry,
Let Your love and kindness, be my heart's reply.
You make a way, where there seems to be no way,
And all I know for sure, is that You're able, every single day.
Make me a living testimony, of Your love and might,
A beacon of hope, shining bright in the night.
Help me to change the lives, of those who've cared,
My parents, loved ones, and all who've prayed.
Make me who You want me to be,
A reflection of Your love, a vessel of Your decree.
Help me to live according to Your will,
And in Your presence, may my heart forever stand still.
Let Your grace locate me, and forever abide,
In Your love and kindness, may I reside.
For in Your presence, I am free to be,
A child of God, loved, forgiven, and set free.
His light falls across the morning
Shimmering on emerald trees and leaves
Caressed by tender, velvety dewdrops
As they begin to melt, to breathe
… warmth in hues of hope and peace
His light falls across the heart
Reflecting the joy from the soul
Coloring the way in beautiful teardrops
As they mark the meaning of love
… sparkling on the edge of a thought
His light falls across the mountains
Revealing the wisdom of the spirit
Showering lives with endless music
Whispering exhilaration through those
… who hear the notes of the emotion
His light falls across the senses
Echoing grace through the being
Washing the mind in encouragement
Soothing away all the worry and doubt
… inspiring dreams that are so rare
His light falls across the beaches
Glistening in the waves of the seas
Laughing with assurance that insight
Will bring courage, healing and a chance
… to revive the playfulness of youth
His light falls across the nature
Silencing the apprehension and fear
Awakening prayers with gentleness
Compassion that peppers feelings
… with kindness, inspiration and tenderness
His light falls across the forests
Lifting the melancholy and gloom
Rescuing passions from wilting
Reminding us all of the truth
… His love is always available, for sure
His light falls across the beliefs
Capturing hope in its musings
Stealing dread from the situation
Enlivening feelings to create
… a place for mercy and thanks
His light falls across the trails
That lead hearts to believe the light
Which sings of appreciation
For blessings that come in the night
…. As stars who twinkle so bright
His light falls across the imagination
Ringing bells of exaltation
Songs of gladness, inspiration
Illuminating faith, hope and love
… that live in the soul who knows His SON!
I love all kinds of people and my life with them I'd share
I look for the nicest ones and I find them everywhere
But there's one type of person with whom I'd rather not be seen
And that's the big mouth know it all, who enjoys being mean
They seem to know all the answers and everyone else is a fool
They don't seem to enjoy a thing, unless it consists of being cruel
They know the answers to everyone's problems
And from their opinion they won't budge
Wasn't it nice that God created the world
And then appointed them judge
When you're in a private conversation and into it they barge
Just smile at them and ask, "Who died, and left you in charge?"
They take a lot of pleasure in seeing somebody hurt
They never have much to say unless they're spreading dirt
They take joy in the pain they cause, and wallow in the slime
Please don't take them seriously, they're really not worth your time
With every opportunity they find a problem that's for sure
They'd talk trash about the saints and boo a cancer cure
So if you want to have a life that's fitting for a king
Surround yourself with people that find good in everything.
So intertwined it was hard to tell
Was I born like this or was this nurtured?
Feelings unclaimed by others in my family
Resonate from my child self
I thought I was adopted, was sure of it
However my identical twin was sure she was not
And we do have Daddy’s eyes
Nature or nurture?
My soul self remembers blips and slivers
Of other lifetimes
Or were these my dreams?
Hard to say; they were more vivid than life
Is that what dead this?
Real living? I am not a philosopher
Yet I remember things so hard,
And feelings I cannot name
For there are no names for them
So was I born like this or was this nurtured?
I look back and remember
But was it this life or another?
Complications for sure
Remember the days not long ago
When most people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would wish you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Though they were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's really hard to rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, by the way
Do I think this world will ever return
To those simpler days of yore?
Probably not and that's quite a shame
Those were much nicer times, for sure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
The contrast of black and white and bright colors
Are what a baby can see before any of the lovely pastel colors
So I would start with that.
Research proves that developing babies like to see things that move.
Mobiles and twirling glittery items are a must have.
Especially if you want baby to learn to self soothe
And stay in his or her bed a little longer in the morning playing.
Make sure the baby has a firm mattress, and no pillow or extra bedding.
Check the slats in the crib and do a bit of research.
An antique crib might be beautiful, but you do not want baby’s head caught.
Safety first, but color and contrast of black and white for sure.
Make sure there is a cozy rocking chair for Mommy or Daddy also.
There is nothing as wonderful as rocking baby to sleep,
And later cuddling in the rocker while reading your toddler a book.
Soft lights are ideal, nothing florescent. Nothing harsh.
A bookcase and a toy box, also a changing table and handy place for diapers.
You will change things along the way, which is okay. You are the parent.
Make it easy for yourself. That is the key to a successful design.
clouds sail across the sky-
my life weather-stained
with years
the drums of time slowed now
my cane clicks on the path as I walk
to my favorite park bench
by the river's edge
where ducks drift in serenity
the quiet is disturbed suddenly
by the roar of a motorcycle
and a couple come to sit
on a bench not far from me
he is no typical teenager for sure
a black leather jacket
and a bad boy look
so he says, "what do you like to do?"
the girl is young and just blushes
I could tell this was a first date
he leans over for a kiss
and she turns away
he says, "your hair is so pretty"
(I look) her hair is a flowing river
she seems awkward and shy
unsure of this wild boy
suddenly he says " we should take a trip!"
"a trip? where? she seems scared
"yeah, we could go down to Daytona Beach"
her eyes look at me wild
and I could not help myself and spoke up
"go home little girl to your parents"
they both seem shocked that I spoke
he mutters, "noisy old lady!"
then, he jumps up and yells "forget it!"
and roars away on his bike in anger
the girl sits for a time
then smiles at me and leaves . . .
___________________
August 16, 2017
Free Verse/First Date
Copyright Protected, ID 930137
Written for the contest, First Date
sponsor, Kim Rodriques
Second Place
Is not it funny for me to be living in the world main one in America with this fleshly body of mine to learn to be how to me a spirit walking in the flesh to the right path of love and Glory! And fulfill what I came to be with face to face meetings and greetings especially around holiday seasons with people places and things! Grace to grace goodness and mercy continue to walk with this human spirit that is seen as flesh with the truth it is still me to rebuke myself is not easy for sure but worth the level up who God loves he cherishes and gives good things or maybe yourself become a good thing!As a Gods child the road maynot be easy but there is no going back when the spirit stands still! For the best thinkers is a wonderful thing inside the tattered soul next door to the spirit world. Speaking to myself what spirit am I? What spirit I am not? Pick up the pace and make a choice! What spirit am I today as I walk through the valley and the shadow of death Spirit to Spirit marching aganist the odds of my own fears and self worth thinking no evil marching through to the Natural and Spirit and Soul world Worlds Realms of words and words and words and more words of good and bad spirit all live in the Worlds. Also flesh bones and blood is trying to get all the three involved with the promises 0f Love not to be to busy in other spirits business concentration is a need. I believe Love hope and charity that is the way to live sucessfully how do I know the Bible tell me!
So Thank You for taking your Time to listen to my in sis
reflections God Bless!
Sign on the dotted line
You'll be just fine
There goes your life
There goes your wife
Twenty more years
Many more tears
There goes all my pay
Wallets running on empty today
Can't afford to play
Once was a free man understand
Now your standing in quicksand
Which way is up or down
Its why do you wear that frown
Pay for my house
But can't afford to feed a mouse
Go to work don't miss a day
No time to play
Your a slave
Ride the wave
To an early grave
No time to stop
You'll never reach the top
What is the week end
There's no money to spend
Gone with the wind
Driving a car that won't go
That's way to slow
Your for sure hired
Now your fired
Find a job anew
Since the last one you blew
Disgrace
Living the rat race
Leaves this look on your face
Round and round you go
Yet you have nothing to show
Meeting yourself at the door
Can't give no more
Yet more you want
With letters that haunt
Sometimes taunt
Slowly sinking on dry land
Only thing I need to understand
I'm going to have to find someone to rob
Just so i can pay Bob