Long Healer Poems
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Is it real or are you faking
it? ;
Can you testify truly
without a hit?
That it is as strong as it
seems? ;
Even in the absence of
every being;
You are poised to create a
scene;
That goes against all sins;
I could call you the mustard
seed;
But, is it worth it? ;
It is one thing to be known
for something;
And another to be firm in
acting;
The story begins with the
action;
The test;
The great test that you
can’t detest;
Your arms are tied;
Sitted in that waiting room;
And like a criminal that is
tried;
You shiver like its all going
to end in doom;
No! She must live…;
That’s what goes through
your mind;
And even a quick magic
right
now, you won’t dare to
mind;
I thought you had it in you;
I thought it was for real;
Even after all the binding;
And through all the casting;
Your mind is still in a doubt
situation;
And you run helter skelter
in search of a faster
solution;
From Church to Church;
From Temple to Temple;
And alas! From shrine to
shrine;
How then can the light
shine?
As it has finally been lost
for a
cheap fine;
The word says it’s the
evidence of
things not seen;
The assurance of things
hoped for;
A supernatural gift given to
you;
And yet your distance from
it grew;
Like both sides of a forever
widening canyon;
You once testified;
That he was crucified;
Not for nothing sake;
But for our whole spiritual
make;
A good reason for our
belief in him;
And our total submission;
Have you forgotten or are
you blinded? ;
Blinded by impatience and
greed;
And now;
The big question;
Where lays your faith?
Is he not the same as he
was in the past?
The healer, the provider, the
protector;
The I am that I am;
Where lays your faith?
An encouraging answer
would
spark up a good fate;
After all the roaming for
quick solution;
You still come back to your
place
of true solution;
Inevitable!
That’s the word;
He raised Lazarus from the
dead;
He said a word and the evil
spirits
fled;
Does that ring a bell?
I guess it does now;
And it’s clear that you once
lost
the faith;
And luckily it’s not too late;
Use the kneeler;
Make that prayer;
Have the belief;
Feel the relief;
And Alleluia
The problem is all gone;
The story of faith;
Preaching to your state;
Good or bad;
Hope it is real;
Hope it’s not fake;
Your faith;
‘Ossi’, what Western side likes them to call,
East returning complements with ‘pushy’,
No more stands there the brick-and-mortar wall,
Love’s lost still in old animosity.
The wall o’er a decade and half back fell,
Yet, an iron curtain still them divide,
Minds cannot meet over the wall of pride,
Hurt heart and prejudice can’t that gulf scale.
‘I’d rather a spouse from a foreign shore
‘Bring than one from behind iron curtain,’
Felt one from across the long secured door,
Deep and wide does divide decades of pain.
Here lingers a dislike, there disdain old,
What venom brethren nurse for each other!
An open war has turned into one cold,
Togetherness in search of fair tether!
‘Too hot’ for us these women from the West,
‘Hard to please, pushy, far too material,
‘Everything about them seems commercial,
‘From old world do we come and too modest’.
‘Too darn dense be these people from the East,
‘Lacking any a style whatsoever,
‘Forever on a bargain-hunting heist,
‘Let them savour their old odious flavour’.
Wall was felled to enable two-way flow,
Heads still finds it hard to communicate,
Bridges and trains, mutual dialogue to grow,
Yet, hard it is distanced hearts to placate.
Love and passion when at a premium come
In too short a period of years fifteen,
Old prejudices play a harder drum,
Not easy 'tis long-closed closets to clean.
World has its Kashmir, long-gulfed Koreas too,
And torn-apart people elsewhere a few,
A healer great, mighty teacher is time,
If not today, morrows may sing in rhyme.
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The Berlin Wall came down some 15 years back on 9th November1989. But the iron curtain continues to divide the two people that history separated. Only two per cent of marriages every year are between the East and the West Berliners, which under normal conditions should have brought together one-third to half of the couples in a city its size. Yet, they are 12 times more likely to marry foreigners. After the wall fell, there came the euphoria only to die soon. A lingering dislike persists between the two sides. Yet, in all fairness 15 years is too short a period to mitigate the wounds inflicted by 60 years of separation. Time, let us hope, will prove a great healer that it is.
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Happenings | 01.11.04 |
Loneliness
He sits at the table and watches the shoppers walk by
There aren’t many seats here, his half-hour limit’s long past
As one by one each worker chats with him; they know this guy
He offers them something for which they could never have asked
Is he all alone but for these times where these grocery carts
Roll blind past this spot where store patrons with sandwiches sit
How much does it matter: he touches the store workers’ hearts
As he in time opens his heart to them too, bit by bit
We need much more than loose companionship: each needs someone
Moment to moment – if you neglect this basic need
And find yourself lulled fast asleep in the Florida sun
The others who share the beach with you will pay you no heed
Your skin that was once yearning warmth having found itself burned
Though long you’d been caught in the thought that you hardly had much
Real need for another – your heart was blocked till you discerned
The pain forcing you to withdraw your own wound-healing touch
Loneliness thus begets loneliness through lack of flow
Leaving society toxic and cold, though aren’t we
Some of the most social creatures: you think we would know
Given the size of our brains that we’ll never be free
To live in our grand isolation – say is it not sad
That we who’ve accomplished so much remain cruelly alone
In safety behind our four walls or four doors, for we’ve had
So many a fear we may act like our hearts are of stone
Most folks are either religious or distant, I think
Though there sure is joy in connecting with someone untamed
If you can sell such on your pat ideas, you may well drink
One and all from the same cup; how could instinct be blamed
For scorn and exclusion of real individualists
Don’t we know strangers whose ways of life cause them to be
Left to themselves with their thoughts – why they’d hardly be missed
That’s why it’s trouble to live as a visionary
He sits at the table: what is he, a healer a saint
Or maybe Kieslowski’s calm witness of silent insight
Observing the Decalogue unfold without the least taint
Of any least judgment, since all of us know our own plight
If you would engage him in talk would you hear unique thoughts
Or would you yet cover him up in the news of the day
And squelch him clear out with a barrel of shoulds woulds and oughts
So leave him there lonely since he’ll never know you that way
~ Thanks Always Returns
The Dragon Riders Saga II
The Dragon had returned to the clearing where he'd left his rider near neardeath
Hearing the strange tale brought mission purpose back and fire to his breath
A healer had found his friend somehow from the the universe of magic unknown
Now time was precious and running out their mission together again had grown
Just then to the Dragon came a voice upon the wind, was this sorcery?
A voice he had heard before long ago and was not mistakable or a forgery
His rider was the only one to ever communicate this way, prophecy had sworn
Something that was trained into them from the time they both were born
I'm the Princess of the Elves, you may know my name as I'm Oshshewelle
I have returned life to your rider he's now alive and will do well
The Dragon listened closely and his riders heart was now beating so strong
He thought can I trust this elf and what if I may be foolish and wrong
My rider and I are ready to fight again he thought back to the elven princess
To defeat this spell of evil darkness will be the end and our success
I gave your rider a talisman for the magic you'll need to win this fight
To Blood Mountain Lake you two must make this battle in flight this night
Take the Golden Armor and shield forged by magic wizardry in the art of steel
To protect you from the magic of the Mage's spells he will cast with zeal
To break the blackest enchantment it's guardian you two must defeat
Like you, a Dragon born of legend, there it's Taricrex you'll meet
Tis insanity that you speak of the Dragon screamed to the Princess elf
Tis suicide you ask of us! This quest of yours is purest madness itself
Even if we have the Golden Armor, shield, and antiquities rune inscribed sword
You know prophecy, the only one to wield them must by birthright be a lord
Not for may centuries has there been one with royal blood flowing in his veins
Tis magic trickery you speak with, I have long known there are none who remains
Your rider has all these and you were never told for good reason he has the blood too
He was not born a rider, he was hidden, I speak only the truth to you
This secret is entrusted to you for right now, with your rider it's not yet shared
For this he cannot yet know, and surly not until he is much more prepared
(A lone old male voice whispers to his loyal dog)
She came at midnight
Last night
You know
As the fireflies outside in our winter garden
Glowed
In a red dress of moving red lips that whispered of new dreams
Knocking like a reborn Anne Rice
Lestat
At my heart's window
Pleading with my soul
To cross the threshold and be let in
But I the stone warrior
Whose dear love had already departed
Turned and walked back into the darkness of my loneliness
Broken-hearted
For when true love once calls
In your lifetime
And is then suddenly recalled like a severe blow
To the amygdala
All one can do
Is wallow in limbo
For true love is like the holiest of dreams
One of The Universe's best documentaries
Memories
Forged by Brigid to endure
To be kissed
And be revisited
Filled with lovers and even enemies
And consumed in any rare moment
Like expensive Hennessey
Bright white candlelights
Providing light
In a new darkness
And a holy flame to warm any soul
On any given night
As it clings on to memories of all the people you once loved
And all the things you used to do
To ride through and hold back any new storms
Or midnight visitors like that succubus last night
It's why I put my faith in true love and Jesus Christ
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Anne Rice Lestat:
A famous vampire in a novel by Anne Rice.
Amygdala:
Your amygdala is a small part of your brain, but it has a big job. It's a major processing center for emotions. It also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, especially memories, learning and your senses.
Source: Google
Brigid:
She is associated with wisdom, poetry, healing, protection, smithing and domesticated animals.
Cormac's Glossary, written in the 9th century by Christian monks, says that Brigid was "the goddess whom poets adored" and that she had two sisters:
Brigid the healer and Brigid the smith.
This suggests she may have been a triple deity.
She is also thought to have some relation to the British Celtic goddess Brigantia.
Source: Google
A succubus (pl.: succubi) is a female demon or supernatural entity in folklores who appears in dreams to seduce men.
Source: Google
~I Love You Jesus~
(Couplets)
Just when I thought, I was alone and so lost,
You came to live inside my heart, and paid for me the greatest cost,
Of all, and since then You never left my side no matter what I have done,
Or what in my life I've chosen to do.In my soul you shine like the sun
You're the most wonderful thing that happened to me.You make me whole,
Without You to guide me I would be now in an empty darkened hole,
Without You by my side, this life would be so worthless and very mean,
Without You, my world would be so cruel and empty and so coldly grim.
I know that there's nobody like Him in the whole world, you see
He touches my heart and my soul, everyday, in every conceivable way,
He's made everything for me so completely brand-new, you see,
His sweet love fills the emptiness of my sinful soul, He sets me free.
His love is the greatest therapeutic healer that every man should know,
And without His Love and Grace there wouldn't be, any love left to show.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.03.2015
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
Very important verses to read in the Holy Scriptures..
1. Nothing to be afraid of- Hebrews 13:5-6
2. The heart of the matter- 1 Samuel 16:7
3. A covenant of love- John 3:16
4. Thank You Lord- 1 Thessalonians 5:18
5. Christ in you!- Colossians 1:27
6. Don't let the devil put one over you- John 8:44
7. Follow your dream- Exodus 3:11-12
8. God of your trouble,God of your heart- Psalm 32:7
9. Don't look at the storm - Matthew 14:30-31
10. A word about angels - Psalm 91:11
11. The power of love- Galatians 5:6
12. Abide in the Word- John 15:7
13. Love the secret of success- 1 Corinthians 13:8
14. Seek God first- Matthew 6:33
15. No deposit- No return- Psalm 112:1-7
16. Be clothed with humility- 1 Peter 5:5
17. Solid Rock Faith- 1 Samuel 4-6 and Luke 2:18-36
18. Firm foundation - 1 Samuel 7-9 and Luke 9:18-36
I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
But if I hide it how can it be healed
How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth
October 7 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on John 9-10
Key Verse – John 9:1-3 And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth. And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind? Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BLINDNESS SURGEON
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon,
and You manifest to me Your divine vision
Thank You for Your being my Light, anointing me with Your compassion
And also for washing my iniquities’ corruption…
Now, I receive Your heavenly sight’s illumination.
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon,
and You show to me Your miracles so great
Thank You for Your being my Creator, subduing existence-debate
And also for forgiving my confessed sins with Your mercy’s rate…
Now, I yield to Your might, with full trust’s weight.
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon,
and You reveal to me Your truthfulness
Thank You for Your being my Healer along Your awesome marvelousness
And also for hearing my prayer by Your graciousness…
Now, I abide in Your faithfulness.
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon,
and You expose to me Your holy standard
Thank You for Your being my Shepherd, directing to be Your diligent steward
And also for putting me in Your service-vineyard…
Now, I follow You, fleeing always to Your safeguard.
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon,
and You guide me to Your safe pasture
Thank You for Your being my life-Giver, bringing me to Your worthy treasure
And also for teaching me to lay myself before You midst earthly pressure…
Now, I feast in Your blessings that eternally assure.
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon,
and You accompany me with Your authority
Thank You for Your being my Saviour of supreme sovereignty
And also for protecting me within Your safety…
Now, I do good works to exalt You and Your majesty.
Lord God, You are my blindness Surgeon,
and You keep me in Your care
Thank You for Your being my Defender against the enemies that dare
And also for encompassing me with Your triumphant welfare…
Now, I serve You joyously while Your Gospel I willingly share.
A BLOCKBUSTER A POETRY DIVA!
Introduction please::
Through the eyes of a Spiritual Healer, sees Oblivion Dark Sunshine.
Visionary to her purpose, her life dances.
She is in search of the ultimate right; nom de plume is her name.
Her favorite flower is daffodil that blows in the wind.
Effortlessly she speaks without a written cue.
She is a poet and philosopher of the truth.
When prompted, she leaves in confidence that she can provide you
with the needed assistance you requested.
Never a task will she take that she cannot complete.
She is integrity and your virtual reality.
In the mind of her people, she is heard.
Candor is her way of administration.
Her outspokenness is loved by all that know her.
However, her honesty can hurt.
Therefore, she guards her words to be more professional.
Oblivion Dark Sunshine is a versifier, rhymester, bard, well written and there is more not said.
Her wordsmith is published and this is all known well.
We enjoy her through social media.
Her books should be on all shelves.
A Life Poet and Philosopher
A BLOCKBUSTER
Her Psalmist thumb is a gift from God.
She shares this with the world through a poetic verse.
She liberates herself from any form of poverty.
She delineates a world that is free.
Naturally, she writes about anything.
Oblivion is the sunshine to those that life vents darkness.
Strenuous are her themes, insofar as these are topics with universal meanings.
She provides dogma, philosophy of meaning and truths, to communities and neighborhoods .
With candor, she speaks outspokenly to withstand negativity.
Prolific to the cause, her name will be recognized systemically.
She thrives on esteem, truth, and self-worth.
Copiously, she strives to be heard.
Social media is her teeming vehicle.
Oblivion Dark Sunshine is a versifier, rhymester, bard, well written and there is more not said.
Her wordsmith is published and this is all known well.
We enjoy her through public mediums.
Her books are poetic instruments.
Blockbuster
Life Poet and Philosopher
Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Poetry Diva
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Verlena S. Walker
UPDATED SEPTEMBER 15, 2014!
Worries…pain…emotional strain…
Thought I would succeed but have nothing to gain
Feeling so alone, facing the world on my own
Everything is all wrong when you’re...f u l l g r o w n…
My childhood passes me by…
…I rely…on skipping life and going right back in time
‘Cause time flies…
And blue skies are just God’s eyes in disguise…
I can’t live…in a world built on fictional lies!
Love’s tied…into trust...if only I can give it all up
But these heavy burdens tend to way me down..
And so I sit here...trembling in fear..
Afraid of what the world has next to come for me
Lying in agony, a burst of anger rises...
Because of this deceitful world,
Not even terrorism come as surprises..
Racial slurs, and political disguises..
Let me tell you lies come in all colors, shapes and sizes...
It’s a shame how we let the world defeat us with deceit but
We’ll never know it’s happening…
Because that’s what were lacking in,
And that’s what they’re attacking…
They’re attacking our minds
If you haven’t noticed yet but these are the times
Not the times that we wished for
But the times of war, times for you to be hardcore…
Not in the world, but with Lord and nothing more
Why is our vision impaired…but it seems that no one really cares??
He said we got the VICTORY, but no one is claiming it’s theirs
We need to rekindle that fire, only God will take us higher
Yea I may be preacher to the choir
But look our lives are hanging by a wire
Our lives are hanging by a limb…
It’s only His desire, for us to go preach the gospel
When the day comes, he’ll look at us and admire
But as for now, God is uninspired…
By our actions by far, instead of asking Him,
We’re wishing on a star, which totally bizarre
Because we are a peculiar people,
Can we say “pageantry”??
This form of fashion is not who we are…
Let’s go back to those days where church was about getting saved,
Not played, or tricked into someone else get paid,
It’s been like that for decades but some how it started to fade
Don’t you feel like God is been betrayed??
Although he forgives us for the mistakes we’ve made, we turn around
And seek man to come to aide, when God is our healer
Emotionally, physically, and spiritually saves
And He himself said, that we we’re fearfully and wonderfully made…