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Moments come and go
With the unpredictable flow
Of love
Joy, Sorrow, discovery, relief
Gain, loss, growth, and grief
....but this....
I can see you standing, there
Right there, in plain sight
My love flowing toward you
In truth and rainbow light
....BAM!
The backlash hit me full force
As your black voice
....spoke
Lies, you are in agreement with lies
Against the very one who willing dies
....daily, so you can live????
I can't fix it, so I walk away
I will not cry, I will pray
Daddy God says I have entered
Bereavement
Housed in the backwoods
Where there is no easement
....to stay connected
Enough, my LORD...I have lost enough
Then light shines on the years
I wanted to know nothing of Mama God
Experiences, lies, disappointment
Led me to believe the Holy Spirit was a fraud
Even after she breathed on me
And allowed me a taste of peace
I walked away without even a thanks
For one moment of release
....from constant torment
Twenty four years of healing and comfort
She was there in my loneliest hour
But I wanted nothing to do with the part of God
Who was responsible for the....POWER
....to destroy
It was only a little while back
That I finally saw her TRUTH, me in her hands
As she looked upon her creation
I began to understand
....she is LOVE
...............too
LOVE always believes, always hopes...............LOVE never fails
I will too
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07/14/2020
(Free Style)
A dear sister and friend of mine,
Asked me today for her to pray,
So here I am sending her
My love and prayers to,
And I am asking to God my
Almighty Father in heaven above,
To send her healing and to give her
More strength so she can feel His love.
She hasn't been feeling that good
For such a long time and that's true,
And now she's asking thru me,
That all her sisters and brothers pray,
For her,my dear friend,o she's going thru
Too much and she has so many other problems to,
So would you be so kind and please,
Keep her in your daily prayers too.
May our sweet Lord Jesus,
Deliver her of this illness very soon to,
And from all that her family,
And her may be ailing and going thru;
May God's healing power touch her,
In every way that He's willing to,
'Cause only God knows whats best for anyone
And accordingly to this,He'll then do it too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,02,2014
Music stills my breath, in a sigh
my heart falls silent – she’s at rest
light aglow, walking through the sky
a song of praise, a soul’s been blessed
melodies of richest praise, light
falling over the heart, the soul
dissolving the shadows of night
scattering the wind, she’ll console
harmonizing with the healing skies
beautiful that lasts beyond grief
stories in poetry, the soul will rise
rustles of silence like autumn’s leaf
breathing grace beyond the hills
lingering in the spirit, still waters stumble
across the trembling darkness, she thrills
remembering the song, so humble
songs break through the shadow’s edge
promising a dance with winglike grace
pouring out melancholic – light’s pledge
sounds of darkness she’ll surely erase
music tears through the forest’s serenity
glowing on the stars, the moon, beliefs
blended with the spirit’s strong identity
singing to the night, ballad’s quiet reliefs
never forget the song a grateful soul sings
as it travels to the land of grace and peace
writing its life story with the pen it brings
created by One who’s song will never cease
Poetry is like medication, in each release of expression,
there is healing - Poet.
In the realms of lost childhoods,
where demons prey upon the defenceless -
no one hears your screams.
I wandered spiritless,
like an abdicated soul,
renouncing my existence.
But the pain kept me alive.
I was an unknown vagabond,
forgotten and begotten,
within an eerie mist of misunderstanding.
Sly shadows with crimson eyes
tracked my silent sighs of sorrow,
so I suppressed sincere secrets -
too embarrassed to express.
Until I fell upon verses from dead rhapsodists,
which taught me to become that poem.
With blessings from pseudonym poets,
wounded words began to burn in metaphors.
Ink engulfed in sizzling lava dripped
in impulsive poetic allusions -
expression led to a catharsis of clarity.
I found an abode in decorative alliteration,
a perfect province in personified prose,
where each stanza became my sanctuary.
Under the shelter of fervent free verse,
I collected every shard of hope,
and placed them in my heart.
Sonnets of sentimental dwellings,
revealed syllables of an untold narrative.
The curse of Iambic pentameter
could not prevent bleeding blisters from healing.
My quill is now a silent juxtaposition
of deafening poetic onomatopoeia.
Rising with the sun, she reflects
Grace, for those who simply wait,
Beneath the stars, forever surviving
Grief and doubt, stories of shadows,
Enduring the clouds – though sad, tears bleed
Her distance, her direction, her destiny
Rising with the moon, she wanders
Blessings, for those who hear her spirit,
Whimsical stories, bold as the years
Bursting with poetry, psalms and fears
Gentling the songs, breathless and surreal,
Healing the spirit who is so very sincere
Rising with the trail of ecstatic dew
Abiding in the miracle of sunlight’s hue,
Breathing through the songs, the melodies
Contented by the leaves that rustle, free as water
Rehearsing their meaning, their pretending
To be poured out on the poetry, adoring, soaring.
Rising with the guitar’s grief, hesitant
Like seeds planted by the knowing ache,
Hands burdened with work that never ends,
Hearts hesitant to birth the truth that frees,
Souls who can’t see through the mist that mourns,
Spirits who believe God’s Son has always known
Rising with the marvels of a sing song verse,
Inviting the truly awkward words,
Will forever see through my prayers, to the source?
Will serenity abide when the tears have gone?
Will His love see me through the heavy night?
Will forever be filled with a love fully alive?
Rising, rising, rising… He arose only to remind those
Who believe He is who He says He is
The Maker, the Meaning, the Miracle that reveals
Love beyond our comprehension, love that is His signature
His mark on a lost world, a world who has finally heard…
With Jesus, there is hope of eternity beyond the constant hurt
With Jesus, there is love that means we’ll be free from our sin
Free from the fears, the tears, the years
Before we could see through the shadows of doubt,
Into the wonder of a beautiful that sings light, glowing
In the distance, a writing on hearts who believe He is,
Everything we’ll ever need, everything – if we only believe!
Changes
If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked. If competition does not increase in both NBA Conferences,
Playoff spots in the NBA would be reduced to 6 from 8.
In the automobile industry, Buyer Beware Rules would be changed,
affording buyers a fighting chance of getting a good car at a fair price.
No dictatorships in Asia or Africa.
No drugs from Middle East or South America.
Political parties would be discouraged in the US of America.
Terror would cease; and nations would study war no more.
Absolutely no one would pay attention to political polls.
The entire planet would be neither too hot, nor too cold.
Every person would live for ever, and never grow old.
The streets in every city would be paved with gold.
And there would be no pot holes on the road.
No nation would be aggressive toward another nation.
Every nation would humanely govern itself as it chooses.
There would exist the purest form of Sovereignty among nations.
Peace will reign from East to West and from North to South Poles.
All transactions would be fair, and nothing would be deceitfully sold.
There would be fair trades between people everywhere around the globe.
Plenty of clean water for everyone, even the birds and the bees.
Medicines would be minimized, and healing would come from trees.
Children would play without fear of pedophiles.
No human would be bartered or bought.
No child abuse or women misused;
No abortions and no rapes;
No cruelties to any animal,
Including elephants and whales.
04112016 PS Contest, If You Could Change The World, Dan Kearley
Deer whisperer, had a full schedule, for she was trusted by so many.
She examined reindeer, elk to baby fawn, giving attention and love
They were brought by their kin and neighbors with nary a whinny.
Bridgette’s listening healing gift was from the heavens above.
Stories of trauma, upsetting vignettes, with pure PTS Disorder.
They were referred to her by friends, her healing gifts rapidly uncurl.
Bridgette was a deer whisperers, from Wyn Family, a sacred order.
Able to nurture and inspire hope in deer since she was a young girl.
One fawn was concerned about her mate, who was in the spirit world.
Bridgette put her in touch he assured her -he was in a wonderful place.
Many elk and moose came to her. Their stories rapidly unfurled.
Deer in more forests discovered her; found her quiet woodsy space.
Many nights she listened to the hearts and soul of the most innocent.
Those who suffered pain caused by man, arch enemy, one they fear.
She spent her life in the forest, nurturing deer, her time well spent.
Bridgette was joyful and excited to do what she could for the deer.
No one else loved so hard by so many of the most loving creatures.
Caring heart and soulful eyes, her two most endearing features.
She did meet a man once, but wisely decided to choose the deer.
Wind in woods still blow Bridgette's song you can clearly hear.
There I now have stars in mine hair.
Attained cosmic radiance beyond compare.
The light of the stars is now all mine.
Cosmos being shifted by my will so divine.
There I now hold the Suns in my hands.
Providing warmth and light to all my lands.
Photosynthesis one of many original laws,
I am simply a new goddess healing flaws.
There I now have the Moons atop my head.
Shifting the tides and oceans of all people.
Guiding in times of darkness and dread,
As I am purifying nights, purging all evil.
There I now hold the Earth in my arms,
As my prayers for every nation and child
Slowly unfold over time reducing the harms
And someday life will be more mild.
Water . . . we need to keep alive,
and to spiritually thrive;
and water is a healing balm,
be like water fluid and calm . . .
It cleanses both body and mind,
and deep tranquil peace will be twined;
let water flow over your palm,
be like water fluid and calm . . .
A scared symbol of divine life,
it will soothe your personal strife;
the sound releases any qualm,
be like water fluid and calm . . .
Seek the whispering blue ocean,
a rippling stream's gentle motion;
God speaks of water in a psalm,
be like water fluid and calm . . .
_____________________
August 13, 2022
Poetry/Kyrielle/Be Like Water
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1479-737-13
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Kyrielle About Water
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues, Judged 09/24/2022
Jah has laid out the design of his plans
a world wherein happiness stands
each man will have his own land and vines
within his life will see happier times
The pursuits of his toil in joy he will seek
the fruits of his labor not another will eat
a child will reach an hundred years old
millennias past this truth was fortold
Some seek Nirvana and some Shangri-La
the truth about life some prophets saw
a place where mankind will dwell in peace
from the pangs of this life and deaths release
The fullness of what we are will exist
the bounties untapped within not resist
irresistible will be the Love of neighbor
the sharing of all for which we labor
Treatment of others and our earth will be good
instruction to build wisdom is understood
nothing on earth will be causing harm
no child will ever suffer alarm
No disfigurement or mar in body be known
the curing of disease Jesus has shown
healing the nations and teaching the truth
enlightenment of mind for mans new youth
Six thousand years of comparison God gave
to know that we have all been enslaved
enough of time to see what we've lost
and the price to all that it has cost
The first angel to fall into sin did man lead
God has taken advantage to show us our need
we will be like God knowing evil and good
no longer deceived by lies and falsehood
For centuries religions have kept man asleep
so few among us the secret do keep
Mankind in joy will reach his perfection
each now responsible for his own rejection
sources Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah 11, 13, 24, 28:5-12
Jer. 12:10-11 John 5 , 6:32-33 Rev.17-21
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