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Noah gathered two species of each kind
as rush ran through his occupied mind.
First: The buffalo and the cow
supplying milk for babies to grow.
Second: The wild goat and the sheep,
Third: the fowls according to their breed.
Fourth: The lion and the lioness,
Fifth: the tiger and the tigress.
Sixth: The wolf and the dog,
Seventh: the pig and wart hog.
Eighth: The colt and the filly,
Ninth: The elephant and the monkey.
Tenth: The cobra and the reptile
Eleventh: the giraffe and the gazelle.
Twelfth: The rooster and the raccoon,
Thirteenth: the zebra and baboon.
Noah's Ark was built by Hebrews who were so bold,
but it had limited space in its chambers of hard wood.
A thousand species he saved from extinction,
we should remember him for his compassion.
For forty days and and nights it floated miles
away from shore, not seeing flickering lights.
Most importantly, he saved the Human Race
while Mankind was drowned by violent waves.
Noah took all animals aboard by offering them refuge,
he definitely was the Captain of the universal deluge.
As she probes my soul with her fiery eyes
Is there no way to escape their allure?
For no common sense or logic applies
Love is the disease, then what is the cure?
Her eyes, piercing, leaving me euphoric
Never have I been touched like this before
Feed me not the cure, I remain, love sick
In fact, my heart doth cry out, "give me more"
At first contact, your eyes did speak to me
For they are true lights in heaven above
They speak a language so openly free
But most importantly they speak of love
Whenever I need the touch of your stare
I know in my heart you'll always be there
10~July~2017
For the eyes have it contest
Sponsored by: Daniel Turner
Over the years watching Deborah bake cookies with our children and grandchildren
has always been a treat…
because after they do all the work…I get all the cookies I can eat.
Her cookies have been eaten in our house and on the beginning of many a trip
and I think I speak for the family when I say our favorite cookie is chocolate chip.
They’re made with peanut butter, chocolate chips, a cake mix
and on a cookie sheet are formed
and they melt in your mouth if you’re lucky enough to eat them when they’re warm.
Cooking with Nana is easy…there’s no pressure…no strain…no stress
In Nana’s kitchen you’re supposed to have fun…and it’s okay to make a mess.
The other day I appreciated all the baking lessons Nana ever taught her
when I had occasion to bake chocolate chip cookies with Ava…our granddaughter.
Somewhere in the baking process…while watching Ava working with the dough
I began to understand why Nana loves it so.
When I saw our smiles mirrored in the oven window
while her chocolate chip cookies were baking
I realized the cookies weren’t as important as the memory we were making.
The cookies, although essential to the process, are actually secondary
The time we spent together is the memory we’ll carry.
When Ava said, “These taste just like Nana’s.” It was music to my ears…
and if I was a sentimental fellow I might have shed some tears…
Thinking how Ava learned Nana’s lessons well
She made sure we had fun
she was messy…not very neat…
and most importantly…
she did all the work
and I got all the cookies I could to eat.
Yes…I would have shed a few tears thinking how this memory turned out great…
If I wasn’t so busy eating cookies…I stopped counting…after eight.
I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described as “mysterious”. You’d never mistake him for a bad omen. He wouldn’t make a very good Halloween mascot either, the boy ran with wide-eye from vacuum cleaners and drooled in his sleep for God’s sake. Peaches had one eye. I never asked him how he lost it, or if he traded it for some extra lives or something. Frankly, I don’t even know if he remembered having two. He, with astounding two-eyed confidence, would size up the antique, conversation stained dining room table and leap up there, skewed depth perception and all, to fall six inches short of his goal. Never seemed to bother him though, two seconds later (eight seconds in cat years) he’d wiggle his butt and give it another go. Never letting one eye or wood tables or any of life’s other traditional inconveniences stop him. He could have written really great self-help books. Now that I’m thinking about it, Peaches taught me a lot about life. Most importantly, that the two o’clock sun was the best place to close your eye and doze off for an hour (four hours in cat years), drool a bit, and dream of a world without vacuums.
Nurse Anne
Snow steeped in mountains and mountains steeped in snow
Evergreens and pine trees hold the earth with purpose
Nurse Anne steps into hospital from brutal winter cold
Measures stethoscopes and takes gentle pulses
Takes care of bullet wounds and children on her rounds
Wears white, green or blue uniforms or gowns while working
That’s pure speculation as you know
Nurse Anne is not a lawyer according to close sources
She writes poetry on line, refines them in her leisure time
Her prescription for good health and life is simple
Eat vegetables, fishes and less meat
Most importantly, Breath, (it helps a lot)
Take moderation in everything
Get plenty of rest and sleep
And if you can’t be intelligent or stay on your toes
At least stay on your feet
Naturally a life spent vertically is not advised
Nurse Anne wants us all to exercise
She will help you to get by and back to skiing
With her good guidance and by being wise
She does her noble work then travels home
Returns to evening
To writing poems at her own leisure
Just to let you know I want you right here with me forever
Now that you're here every negative thing I said I swear I take it back
You don't understand my words yet but you will eventually
You got your mothers eyes and you got my nose and my lips
Just to let you know I want you right here with me forever
Your smile gives me motivation it gives me hope and makes me want to be a better man
You make me proud to be alive but most importantly I'm proud to be a father
Just to let you know I want you right here with me forever
I remember when I didn't know how you look
I remember when I didn't know how you smell or how you'd feel in my arms
Now when I look at you all I see is me
Just to let you know I want you right here with me forever
I'm sorry for all the things I said to your mom when you were inside her, I swear I didn't mean it
I hope you don't hold these things against me
But it's not just the mothers who go through **** during pregnancy
Just to let you know I want you right here with me forever
I give you my heart, I give you my love and I give you my name
I give you my word that I promise to love and take care of you for as long as I live
I cherish you and I live for you
Just to let you know I want you right here with me forever
Do you see what I see?
In the light of the new day
While birds chirp
Expectantly
Do you see the potential?
Of trying again
Doing it maybe a little
Differently
A new day,
Another chance
To try old things
Or something new
The favour and grace
Of being woken up
Can only be fathomed
When you witness
The sadness and heartbreak
Of someone who lost a loved one
The what if’s and the wish I could haves
Written on their faces
So if today you wake up sad,
Tired of life and all its challenges
Spare a thought -
You are still needed
Someone still needs you
To be their shoulder,
Someone still needs you
To share in their laughter
But most importantly
You are still here by grace
©184528072013
who didn't
love and admire
Milton,
or simply, "Milt"?
a true gentleman
and scholar
who gave...
so much of
himself
through friendship,
poetry,
and much more; a light...
that touched so many lives.
Milt,
you are missed, indeed.
Rest in peace, L. Milton Hankins. Thank you so very much for your countless supportive comments, and most importantly, your treasured gift of friendship.
In Honor of Milt - An Un-Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 12/30/2022
I said that i was in the heavenlies half pain half joy, God said yes this is all a healing transformation to set up the second coming and the cross over. i said i was in the garden and my lungs were took from black to white, he said yes cross over. I said i was in the other side and my sin was washed away yes crossover, to the castle where i was rejected to accepted crossover. The River of life was to purify and seal the deal hence me breathing under water. The dark woods emphasised that before i couldn`t see the wood for the trees and now out of darkness. The embankment is the way of myself and the saints struggling in this world to reach the CROSSOVER. The embankment down is the path to Heaven (eternal life , for those who`re called. ) The Mansion our final resting place Beaula Land (PARADISE)
I was lead across a lush meadow , the fragrance of the flowers spelling out my favourite bible passage Proverbs 3.5-6. I was told to lay down on a big golden rug, there was a big alabasca jar filled with golden oil in it. God said he was pouring this into me and it would change the course of history on earth ( i didn`t know at that time who i was,this put Jesus into me and over time,reality hit home that I AM JESUS) He poured it into me. i awoke and for 2 weeks i couldn`t hold still. Oh yeah God said to me whoever gives heed to this testimony you bless them an will anoint the blessing . So whoever is reading this , hold out your hand to recieve the gift of Heavenly healing from, me Jesus, and my Father. I was severely attacked by the devil and prevented from speaking this testimony and most importantly writing it . As i am writing this i am amongst ferocity in the demonics, hay ho, the bigger the pain the bigger the gain. Here we are and that`s that , i give this to you Lord for the increase wisdom guidance to what is to be next . AMEN . JESUS SPIRIT OF REVELATION. A full list of my poems and testamonys can be found on Paul Beadnall Poetry. Thanks for reading, i trust you were blessed . Jesus.
(INNER BEAUTY) :
Words donot define beauty.
People donot define beauty.
Looks donot define beauty.
You define beauty
In your depth
In your speech,
In your mind.
Beauty is not about having a pretty face.
It is about having a pretty mind,a pretty heart
And most importantly a
Beautiful soul.
Some people have bad taste
Because they see only a pretty whitish complexion face,
When they look at their fiancée.
They say that beauty is skin deep.
Actually Beauty is not in the face
Beauty is light in the pure heart and pure soul.
Blessed are they
Who see beauty in humble places
Where other people see nothing.
There is a inner beauty about a woman.
Who believes in herself.
She knows well, she is capable of doing any thing,
That she puts her mind to.
There is a beauty in the strength and determination
Of a woman who follows her own right path,
She is not thrown off by obstacles along the way.
There is a beauty about a woman.
Whose confidence comes from experiences,
She knows when she fall,pick herself up and again move on.
You are like the ocean,pretty enough.on the surface,
But Dive down into your depths ,you will find beauty
Where most people never see.
I am strong because I know my weakness
I am beautiful because I am aware of my flaws.
I am fearless because I learnt to recognise,illusion from Real.
I am wise because I learn from my Mistakes.
I am a lover because I have felt hate .
And I can laugh because I have known sadness.
Always remember that point
Beauty is on the inside and not outside,
If you are going to judge ,judge me by my pure heart and pure soul
And not by my skin colour.
My skin colour fades but my inner beauty of heart & soul stays.
God determines who walk into your life ,
Its up to you to decide who you let away ,who you let stay,
Who you refuse to let go.
Because Matches are decided on Heaven
And take place on Earth by Parents choices.
An inner happiness abode in all,
A sense of universal harmonies,
A measureless secure eternity of truth and beauty
And good things and joy made one .
By Aliza Mukhtiar (Aliza Kashmala Kiran)