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Heaven opened and looked down, making a view of all of the below, taking in the beauty of all of the earth.
Heaven was filled with all of our missed ones, the ones that were of God, and taught us all of God’s plans for our life.
Heaven is our home and it is near yet far away, we have it in our heart and in our mind, we dream and believe in all of God’s plan.
Heaven is so beautiful, we walk toward it every day, with all of our good works making the path, we pay our way with all of our works.
Heaven is the place that will fulfill us of our needs, it will make us sing happily.
Heaven is the place God made for us, he placed it in us, we can feel heaven so close, yet we cannot see it.
Never be afraid of death, death is birth of our true life, as we walk through this life, pray and love are our true mission in this life.
Heaven is our resting place, a place we will find lots of love and bliss.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
He has been beside me for fourteen years
Compassionate and wise, he always cheers
Once, as a puppy, he played happily
An older dog, he’s a sleeping beauty
He snuggles close to me when I’m sleeping
Always aware that we’re both now ageing
Giving up longer walks for shorter treks
Growing old, it seems, is a bit complex
He still wags and nags for bits of good food
Hoping for the bites that I always stewed
He has his treats, his sleep and he is loved
More than words could reveal he’s beloved
With all of my heart and all of my soul
I love this little guy who's my console
Pets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date: November 21, 2014
Thank you Almighty Great God for giving US
This extraordinarily blessed and gleeful holiday
The turkeys are being fried, baked or roasted
The cranberry sauce is protected from the snow dust
The children are happy because their stomach
Will be plentifully filled up with healthy food
Cakes and ice cream will put everyone in a great mood
The homeless will be feasting on the deck
Happily sitting around the well garnished table
Like everyone, they dream that every day
Was as special as today, where God’s graces
Are raining gold all over the United States
This is neither a tale nor an imaginary fable
Today feels like payday, today is a joyous day.
The Wednesday before this amazing day
Should be called White Wednesday
Since the day after this day
Is notoriously called Black Friday
Thank you God for this special gift
For this day of hope; it sounds like a myth
No other country celebrates like us
This is truly a blessed day
This is like payday, this is a happy day
We all wish that we had more appetite
We all wish that we could remain light
After so many richly varied and delicious meals
Throw away the scales and the diet pills
For just today, let’s enjoy ourselves
Let’s not worry, and don’t pay attention to our curves.
Copyright © November 24, 2011, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
In the realms of love, hearts are
entwined and set alight,
Emotions roam day and night,
Dreams turn into reality,
And a note saying take care
as it's easy to lose your sanity.
In this enchanted place, darkness
and shadows of doom disappear,
Flowers bloom all year, and the flame
of hope is always burning here,
Hearts dance with joy hearing the
Great Reed Warblers sing,
Their beautiful song makes Winter
seem like Spring.
In this sanctuary of love each smile,
a sunbeam,
Each glance, a silent promise,
Every heartbeat echoes a thrill,
Words are few, and with a gentle
touch, souls beam with excitement
and are no longer tranquil.
In the realms of love, spirits lift,
Happily, they wander through
the world searching for True Love,
a rare and precious gift,
Once found, two hearts sync,
hope’s fire ignites and feelings of joy
hint that the search wasn’t in vain,
The gift of True Love is a tapestry
woven with threads of joy, compromise
and pain.
By Zyrool
Traveling through the back roads
I find I still remember the way
to the old hideouts and pathways
that brought us here to today.
Those old winding tree lined paths
flow so easilg through the woods.
with a herd of deer off to the right
some wild turkeys on the left.
The sky is clouded gray and threatening
and a sudden whisk of cold
mixes with wind and trickled rain
force the lights and wipers on.
The deer continue to graze peacefully undisturbed
looking up only now and tgen
staying a good distance back
avoiding the threat and danger of the car.
These last few deserted roads remain
happily unchanged barely paved
despite the increase and
altering of traffic patterns.
Along the canal
the water rises high
almost obscuring the bridge
as I cross over.
Out of the woods
the last hint of solitude and peace now disappears
lost in the lights of the highway
and a staggering flow of cars and traffic
as the back roads sadly disappear.
Love has been around forever…before the time of calendars and clocks
It has even been discovered painted on prehistoric caves and primeval rocks.
There is no greater gift in life than love…those ancient artists and I believe…
It is a truly magical gift…as beautiful to give…as to receive.
Sometimes when I think of love…and how it’s transformed throughout the ages
I’m reminded of the butterflies…and how they, too, grow in stages.
When I was younger…in my cocoon…unfamiliar with a world so new…
my vision of the world was limited…my vision of love was too.
I didn’t understand, yet, how love is truly a work of art…
and how the best way to experience love is with an open heart.
I did not know at that time…which I learned later, happily, to my surprise
how sometimes to see and feel love…all I have to do is close my eyes…
I did not understand, then, how we were all put on this Earth to love…
to love ourselves as well as other people too…
how it only matters that we love…it does not matter who.
Now I smile when is see people in love…people I don’t even have to meet…
holding hands at the seashore, at the movies or walking down the street.
Gliding along like butterflies…experiencing one of love’s unique stages
people of different sexes, different sizes, different colors, shapes and ages…
Where, once they found each other, and their two lives converge…
The experience a metamorphosis…and slowly…they watch one love emerge.
Which is why when I’ve see love…in any of the many places I have dwelt
I smile filled with the same feeling those ancient artists must have felt.
All those centuries ago…long before the time of calendar and rocks
When they were so moved by the beauty of love…
they preserved that moment forever
on the surfaces of their caves…
and painted on their rocks.
Been regarded as clumsy
For most of my long life,
An existence where accidents
Seemed more than usually rife.
The despair of the Drill Pig
Who, refusing to accept defeat
Finally instilled some precision
On my two largely left feet.
He never, sadly, ever managed
To sort out my dominant trick
The natural born ability to trip
Over any discarded match stick.
The only slight advantage being
I am here and still obviously alive
After so many clumsy incidents
Normal humans might not survive.
The typewriter keyboard, and later
That of my laptop or replacement PC
Remained a minefield of misspelling
To my indisciplined fingers and me.
The voice recognition programme
For a while brought some hope
But I spoke in East Riding and
They just couldn’t always cope
Happily settled in retirement
Accepting of my situation
When a casual conversation
Helped explain my situation.
Born when things were seen
In Black and gleaming white
It was never ever considered that
My incoordination just might
Be a mental condition
A slight disability
That took away from me
Some natural ability.
They called it Dyspraxia.
The clumsy oaf no more
A slight impairment that
I can now happily ignore.
When spellcheck on my PC
Just gives up in despair
I find that I can no longer
Be bothered to really care.
Typos are included and
If I miss them when I check
That’s my style of writings.
And I couldn’t give a heck.
Written: April 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Quote "Don't grieve, anything you lose comes round in another form,"by Rumi
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To be is to bask beneath the golden, searing sun!
As ambivalent dreams grow in lucid scope at dawn
Discombobulated in the dance of disarray~
Hope meshes with amorphous shades of gray
At night, when all is dark, stars paint a quiet arc —
Spinning dreams, guiding us with a bright spark
Beneath the heft of the vast sky, our voices rise~
An anathemize tapestry that is strong and wise!
An embroidery stitched with the tender tale
Across blissful lines where dizzy echoes sail—
The hint of a raw discovery arises at each friction~
Love lights brightly in the depth of night reflection
Due to the loss, life turns into a winding maze
Kismet gently steers us through a swirling haze
We wander across fields of hopeful dreams—
Promised progress is poised to aphonic seams
Arcane aplomb blooms below a boundless sky!
While optimism may spur the grin of a child—
Ambition calls out amid a storm, for us to imply~
A sturdy ark ambles across the raw azure side
In the garden of glistening dreams, colors sway
Hope hovers as an elixir embrace in daylight~
Twisting tendrils that tangle in timeless sight
Sun sparks the scene, shifting night to gray
A heart hums happily below life gentle glow~
Wings wafting from awe, chrysalis to vast sky
Transformation teeters, tender, and spry!
As shining stars sync with serendipity flow
Every echo is a memory on quiet streets~
Faint flickers of fabulous futures, forever undefined—
A dance of dynamic dreams entwined with humankind
Where spirits harmonize in a symphony complete!!!
Tanks
"Da Tanks, da Tanks."
The President is not Chairman Mao.
Come on now!
Gads, what an ungrateful nation!
Perhaps haughty Don Lemon or
that court jester, Jim Acosta,
Two snobby nobodies behind
a mike, turning brains to mush
every night,
Could please each American
just right?
Go online tomorrow, you will
find how many presidents used
tanks and fly-overs.
The list is long, we are not
Tianimin Square!
But CNN and MSNBC, masters
of disinformation,
Make you think so!
Truth to them is totally cracked
and libelous information.
Such elitism, and political bigotry!
With utmost conceit will not cover
the DC events.
But! Will have proponents of
abortion on most happily.
Killing babies is OK, don't you see?
JFK, oh, so revered, had tanks
too!
And Fly Overs are happening,
even at football and baseball games.
And many civic events, yes!
So stop the hysteria over this
bizarre craziness.
Our country, our values are
being shredded.
Like the cheapest Wal-Mart
lettuce.
Wake the heck up!
Obama had more than enough sense
to have TWO Betsy Ross flags
behind him at BOTH of his
inaugurations.
Nobody said a word. Huh?
MSNBC, you all,just compared
the Betsy Ross flag to a
Swastika?
Oh, Lord, the total number of brains
there?
The size of a small brassica!
*Brassica~ a mustard plant
July 4, 2019
Ya..Let Freedom Ring
Cinderella thought she had found her Prince Charming,
but arriving at the palace was a bit alarming.
Cinderella found it rather absurd,
how each room had women from all over the world.
Then he gave her a dustpan and sweeping brush,
told her:
"Clean the kitchen and then make sure the toilets flush."
Now Cinders, had just escaped her ugly sisters,
she was a bit fed up of cleaning with blisters.
What ever happened to their 'happily ever after?'
Her dreams of love had turned into a total disaster.
Now there's only so far you can push someone,
all a girl wants is to be free and to have some fun.
There was no way she was going to live in another hell,
gathered all the other women and pleaded:
"Lets rebel."
They all got together with their sticks and brooms,
told Prince Charming he can clean his own rooms!
He spent all day scrubbing the toilets clean -
whilst Cinderella sat on the throne as queen.