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words can hurt words can smart words can tear a world apart.now do not get me
wrong not all words are bad.some words can make you happy not sad.now
some of you might think what i say is not true.but just stop and think how words
have changed you.we are all gods children i believe in my heart.and we all have
to leave this world someday.and stand before god.and on that fateful day choose
your words wisely.or my friend you might here god say the words that you used
on his children on earth.and the out come of that cant be good.so remember my
friends god keeps a chart.and for every bad word we all get a mark.and after so
many marks it breaks gods heart.to watch us slip away.to a hot and evil place.to
spend our eternity.but there is another way.say the words you want to here
yourself to others every day. because god sees good in every one.no mater what
we see .we where all created in his image.so now do you see when you say all
those hurtful words you say your not just saying them to me.so speak your
words from the heart and god will take away a mark and then someday we will all
meet in heaven where threes only good words to say about you me and every
one.and brother i am here to say treating people right and saying kind words.is a
small price to pay for eternity with the ones you love...so watch the words you
say...copyright...2006...by GLEN Pugh..
It’s amazing how a simple glass of wine,
Can unleash a hidden thought or meaning
You’d think as much as I’ve consumed in life,
I would have a tome that’s gleaming
Full of wise, sagacious oratory
Of thoughts that help the mind
But maybe it’s all piffle, of the wrong kind
You see it’s a very simple thing,
If you’re a writer from the heart
It doesn’t matter how or if you cloud it,
It may someday become someone’s art
God has provided us one of many bounties, the grape
That sometimes helps unleash the sometimes hidden shape
Of some very blessed minds from the most blessed of us all
It may be a way to help reach our true selves, or sometimes break through a wall
So now that I’ve made this potentially absurd assertion
It’s time to prove the theory, with some not so perfect allocution
Of some wise, thoughtful insight into a single glass of wine
For without passion and effort in the making
It may not enable the divine
So maybe try a glass of the fermented grape
When next you feel the block of the writer,
And when others read your work thereafter,
Things may turn out brighter.
My resurrection of the dead
Are old pictures and what she said
A silent echo and an image framed
The place for my love that bared her name
I meet her with tears instead of the smiles
Smiles are for the living inviting another smile
But tears are for giving they come from the heart
They tell me I loved her with every single part
My resurrection of the dead
Captures old memories inside my head
Those special moments when something was said
The falling in love and sharing a bed
I still have what death took away
Look at the bright side I was never betrayed
An over reaction of my imagination this may be
But her real resurrection is when I'm set free
God has blessed me beyond my wildest dreams
He’s given me more than I could imagine or think,
Blessings alive with faith, hope and sweetest love,
Filling me up with joy from the throne of grace!
God has shown me that I am worth so very much…
With a bounty sent from the heaven’s up above,
Inspirations that fill my heart and mind with joy,
Sincere and genuine friends who give me real love.
God has shared His kindness every day in every way,
Showing me abundance grows from giving back to others…
All that I am ~ from the heart, blessings that make their mark,
Show someone that they are worthy of all that’s eternal.
God has whispered peace and provision, wealth in living ~
Through my heart ~ with acceptance and healing, love so gentle,
Working through me to give back to those who need care,
Freely sharing what God has so abundantly given to me.
God has created a place of profusion, giving me more than illusion,
But showing me that I’m worth His time and unconditional love,
Giving to me all that I could possibly hope for, more than I need,
Joy unspeakable that lives to fill me up with sweet dreams and ideas.
God has enlivened me, quickened my heart to the joys of grace ~
Copiousness filling me up with all that is blessed and amazing,
The wisdom that lies beneath the heart’s depths, where love lives ~
Filling me up with feelings that ignite life within, beauty that frees me.
God has desired to show me a cornucopia of pure, gentle compassion ~
Feelings that reach to the depths of the soul and spark the imagination,
Creating a beautiful, graceful miracle of all that frees and fulfills the heart,
Blessings that create a thankfulness within which sparks love without ends.
The tributes keep pouring in and my heart is singing a wonderful hymn
The lines are getting longer and the passions are getting stronger
They stormed the streets in a hundred thousand throng; people of all color and creed, husbands and wives holding hands and little children marching along with flowers tied up in bundle to express their love for the diseased queen. The flower memorial is swelling on every corner and the barricades are everywhere giving a touch to the social order.
They come from Europe, the Middle East, Australia and North America. They come from Latin America and the Caribbean; they come from Asia and Africa with gold and silver to show their respect to the queen. The airports are crowed and the hotels are full, all roads lead to London, by air, by sea on land and on foot. They come from France, Germany Italy and Spain, they are all there. The crowd is getting bigger and the passion is growing deeper and my heart is singing a silent tune
The procession began at balmoral estate when the Landrover suddenly broke through the gate carrying the body of the diseased queen and her only daughter accompanying her on the long journey from Scotland to Edinburgh and Buckingham palace in London, cruising through villages and town, farming communities and breakaway cities and the anxious crowd gather in the street showing their love for the queen. The Face of love, faces of pain, somber face, faces that have nothing to gain watch the procession as it journeyed through the winding street to its final destination. I could hear the whispers and the cries and now and again she pulled out a handkerchief to dry up the falling tears.
A sea of flowers converged in the square with a powerful message from the heart. I remember the queen from the start I can see her dainty smile and I imagine sitting with her for a while having a cup of tea. Just yesterday she was with me talking about her family and I am sitting here bearing the weight of her coffin. The dignitaries are coming to town, and they will meet at West Minister to pay homage to the queen. Everyone will meet at west minister Abby to pay the final respect to the queen and so the legacy of the daffodil lives on and the story of cactus hang on the window is showing its sorrow, And the lotus is dancing in the stream.
Sunday's cold feet
My mind can go out for a journey
It will relate to things I've seen and fill in the gaps how I would if I couldn't see
As I see things I see no good and I see no bad
I need not tax my mind with have or have not
I prefer to struggle as I can not be seen any bit greedy and I was brought up as a hand me down last of a large 7 sibling family and always walked the edge of poverty and a class removed neatly and ugly by the system
Witches won't talk of the souls who run free
Joan of Arc thoroughly trashed and burnt by a church I shall never respect and the deaths of millions because someone won't except other beliefs has made our paradise a special place called hell.
Stories told and answers revealed
Tortured spirits wandering souls seeking spirits who journey to visit loved ones or people who made a mark deep in their soul
They may be blind
They may not have thought or body
But they are no bird in a cage
You will feel their chill silver sliver shiver through your spine
The eyes to stories from the heart the ears hear all calls for help. The mind is only capable of responding just alittle more than enough to keep us surviving
Shine down Your light
From your home in the sky
Rain down Your love
From the heart who gives
More than a home
More than a heart
More precious hope than
My mind can comprehend
More faith and grace than
My mind can appreciate
More inspiration than my life
Can expect to honor
Shine down Your glory
Toward the spirit inside me
Rain down Your kindness
From the spirit that guides me
Remind me that your love
Is always there, a living light
Showering me with joy, peace
And all the love I’ll ever need
Shine down Your wonders
Filled with gladness and light
As I adore Your miraculous presence
Here with me, showing me the way
Leading me to the right paths
Steering me toward the honest things
The honorable and peaceful
The sensations of trust and bliss
Emptying me of worry and dread
Reassuring me that I have all I need
To reach toward my goals, my dreams
With expectation and motivation
Confidence that I have the strength
The power of One who lives inside me
Filling me up with His competence and skill
His ability to make every dream a reality
Shine down Your light of love
Breathe passion into my heart and soul
Wake up my imagination and hope
With Your wisdom and ambition, Your
Amazing vision which will assure me
That this desire within me is alive
Like a fire, a thought, a reverie
Filling me up with purest prudence
Feelings of insight, understanding
A penetrating hunger which hints at
The knowledge of a hope being fulfilled
A faith being proven – a light being stilled
By the blessed Creator, the life
Who colors my whole world in splendor
Assures my whole life of a awe
Which reminds me that love is the light
Which guides and inspires my life
Shine down Your wisdom and strength
Let me see Your glory, Your power pouring
Out a grace that penetrates my faith
And promises me that I always know the way
Toward the Savior – the light that I praise
Because He is the One who makes a way
Where there was no way and no appeal
He is the light that whispers His mercy
Into my heart and my life, through my prayers
Filling me up with a beautiful, warming Son
Who knows the way to lead me is with His love!
My heart shows human-nature’s sin-colour
Of selfishness tints and arrogance hues
Brightened by scarlet greediness ardour
Stained with lurking false humility’s blues.
Thus, I confess to God Who knows me well
From His omniscience, never can I hide
I thank His pardon of compassion-swell
My heart He transforms thru faith-power’s tide.
Imparted now with divine holiness
By the redemption-blood of the Saviour
My heart spiritually shouts loving kindness
Reflecting, radiating good behaviour.
With a cheerful heart*, glowing in God’s grace
I’ll share blessings’ goodness with every race.
*Romans 6:17 But God be thanked, that ye were the servants of sin, but ye have obeyed from the heart that form of doctrine which was delivered you.
December 4, 2018
1st place, "LATE 2018 STANDARD..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/27/2018.
Pray for me, and I will pray for you, Prayer is the best gift you can give,
Pray for me, and I will pray for you, Prayer comes from the heart, thy Heavenly father will never depart..
Prayer for me, and I'll pray for you, if life gets too tiring for you, get down on your knees, you never know who may need your help, let go, let GOD, give your worries to the Lord, for HE will be up all night anyways..
Pray for me, and I'll pray for you, morning, noon, or night, give it onto HIM, with all your might, I stepped into the baptismal font to take upon JESUS' name, the water was warm, the spirit was STRONG, I entered a weak, fragile, unknown women, unsure of her faith, I went backwards, into HIS waters, and came out a new, pure, confident, child, free of sin, pain, for I knew that I had the Spirit inside me, always there, always readily available for me to feel, see, express, whether out of tears, song, or words, silent or vocal..
God loves you, you are a child of god, walk beside me, lead me, guide me, teach me how to live so that I may live with you forever..
JESUS loves you, HE made you, he knows you, your words, your worries, your weaknesses, he dries your tears, and he sees you smile..
So get down on your knees and pray, JESUS NEEDS a place to sit down and stay awhile..
Breathe in the buttery sun
Warming the naked skin
With laughter from the wind
Songs of gladness filling
The senses with whispers of
Imagination, inspiration
Wade in gentle pools of liquid
Tenderness, faded by
Waves of sensitivity, graceful
Flowing flames of kindness
Beckoning from the heart
Whispers of soothing thoughts
Welcome the dawn with a smile
Hopeful and alive, desire
Flames of faith enlightening
Coloring the feelings in melodies
Rich with compassion, like
A brilliant sense of affection
Reach out to the stars, the moon
Flickering, glimmering
Enriching the heart with truths
Sung by shimmering light
Pulsating across the darkness
In flavors of innocence
Walk in the forest, vibrant hues
Of faded olive and emerald
Comforting green blazing love
Like a fresh, crisp glimpse
Into the spirit’s enchantment
Starving the dark dread
Dance in the shadows of light
Painting ridges on mountains
Arousing truth in the brilliance
Of a blushing rose or
A tender white daisy reaching up
To smile tenderly from its eye
Taste the influence of dawn
The sigh of a tangerine sun
At dusk, when light fades
Into the fireflies and moon
Which light up the night
And glow beneath silent dreams
Nature awakens, enriches, creates
Ponders, doubts and praises
With its moist leaves and amazing
Prayers, lingering on oaks
Pines who sway hesitantly beneath
Rainfall and dewdrop, waltzing thankfully
I’m thankful for creation
Isaiah 45:18
For thus saith the LORD that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the LORD; and there is none else.