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OH! My Lord and My God!
I am forever leaning on your
everlasting arms! Safe within
your tender loving arms! I fully
believe that I am safe from all
earthly harm.
OH! My Wonderful, Wonderful God!
I feels such peaceful security! Knowing
that the enemy of my soul! Shall not
accomplish neither his plans nor his
schemes over mine own life! All because I am
a beloved child belonging to Jesus Christ!
OH! My Marvelous Lord God Jesus Christ!
When I am resting peacefully in your
beloved arms day by day! You chase all of
my gloomy darkened clouds away! Your
everlasting peace shall abide with me always!
OH! My Lord and My God!
I am forever leaning on your
everlasting arms! Safe within
your tender loving arms! I fully
believe that I am safe from all
earthly harm!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ 209
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 02, 2021
A free country,authorities questioning our rights
no crime,no contest,a superseded street plight
peacefully discussing the right for your stance
self expressions,through a calm balance.
The road of life has many signs,riding the ruts
ethically speaking out loud,there is a few buts
when police intervene,trying their ways
to blind you with law,and you make them pay
With their own words,more indepthly sort
feeling a losing battle,will be bought
they mumble few warnings,then on their way
good afternoon officers,do have a nice day.
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The things you do when you are down
You only do when you are down
I know this because I’m still around
Thirsty but I’m no hound
So please hound me not
Or I will beg on you
for all that you have forgot
I was there
when hope scraped her precious knees
Attempting to keep it peacefully
For broken men in need of thee
And now you all question me
It’s pointless
Your infatuation,
It blurs me not
It’s still dark and hell is ever so hot
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
Twenty-five and dying for change
In an interlude of constant pain
That’s a moment in time
Constrained in vain
Realized there was no tomorrow When
Hope scraped her precious knees
And the devil preferred her woven fleece
Trying to keep it peacefully
I’ve seen harlots lay a widow’s seed
For broken men in winter pillars
Seen fatherless children stained by rain
But I adored the way that autumn came
As venom escaped from her veins
The things we do when we are down
We do only because we are down
I know this all because
Tomorrow came and I was still around
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
Hope scraped her precious knees
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God
Hope scraped her precious knees
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God
"Life you were so beautiful, I miss you"
Not found is one's path..
To seek the promised land..
To devour warm golden sunshine..
Hues of amber and gold..
Not found is one's strength..
To carry on..
To maintain courage..
While challenges strikes ..
A flash of ligtning causing unwanted pain..
Not found is connection..
As one feels disconnected ..
In a Universe filled with unity..
Not found is one's self..
As tidal waves of separation drowns one's sorrows..
An anguished self seeking love and light..
Wanting to be wrapped in a warm blanket of comfort..
Found is one's perception of self..
To perceive..
Is to know thyself..
Found is lack..
To be replaced with abundance..
Rise above the ashes of confusion..
Spread your wings of divine love..
Held are all hands..
United peacefully with others..
As separation becomes one..
Joy surrounds..
A harmonious delightful stream of bliss..
Blessed with perception ..
One shall always rise above the clouds
And ..
Into the splendor of light..
On 7/4/2020, John wrote, "Who Mourns For The Poet."
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/who_mourns_for_the_poet_1266152
Warrior is an adjective used for a hero or a knight
I knew one, briefly, whose wings have taken flight
Not just a fine poet was John, but also very kind
Generous and caring, is how he would be defined
Endearing was his 'love and light' message to all
Departed now, but his memory I will always recall
With words of tribute, I honor his humorous wit
Always a positive attitude, he was a candle ~ lit
Rest peacefully, ^WW^ ~ You're missed, my friend
Reflecting Ripples is a poem John sadly penned
In it he wrote about "shadows" and "silent sorrows"
Oh, If from fate, I could be the one who borrows
Respite from death, you'd have more tomorrows
January 26, 2021
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Resting in pieces,
A being releases,
Peace into each's,
Field of resistance.
Bringing the assistance,
Needed in Its existence.
Closing the distance,
Between fear and love,
Words coming from above,
Loving who you are.
You were never far,
From where you're meant to be,
A Creator with a reality.
A reflection of me,
Part of the Source,
A guide on the course,
Keeping you safe,
While you push with force,
Of course you have free will,
Some actions make you ill,
And some help climb the hill,
Into Loves arms,
You lucky charms,
Little pieces of energy,
Meant to live peacefully,
Resting your hearts in divinity.
Between a sky of pale blue, streaked with white,
and a glassy sea of royal blue,
there lies a land of lavender rock,
where wind blown grasses grow in briny
patches around weather beaten houses
brushed in pastel shades of yellow, pink,
and green and blue.
A grey fishing shack stands on silts
beyond the waters edge,
deep in rippling reflections of itself
and the sky that shimmers across the inlet
to the other side, where a dory
tethered to a dock stacked high with reels
of blue and orange ropes and buoys,
rests peacefully in the noon-day sun, with me,
on these long cold winter nights.
~~~~~
Your brothers and sisters
Physically not related to you
But spiritually all humanity
Are
Bounded brothers and sisters true
For we have the same Father, Abba
And we have the same spiritual blood line
So when on of his
Can’t carry his own cross
Don’t be blue, just do
Do
Do all that you can?
Be encouraged
Be at rest, live your best
Breathe your breath
All let
Allow God to come through
Comfort you…
And while you do
Do
Do all that you can?
Be a better human
A child of God, of the King be a blessing
And to live in peace with everyone.
Do, do all that you do
Do all that you can to live in peace with everyone
Do all that you do in peace and live peacefully with everyone
Alleluia.
Romans 12:18
2/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
The innocent minds that grew up
the hurt that forced us
the effortless smile that appealed through,
quiet nights with breakthrough’s.
The fears overcame covered in love
the ending pain is bombarded often
the rope of hope keeps corroding
the other side of deep end is always waiting.
As the days in a year pass by
closest hearts sublime
the urge of denying harsh reality
fighting it because no one can take my sanity.
The thoughts crossing my mind
the unprocessed feelings like tides
attaining a height then lowers after a while
peacefully travelling in the ocean finding some place to bide.
All the scars caged in the soul
then feeling it and letting it go.
The innocent mind that grew up was unexperienced but strong
now she understands the latent shine of tears and is bold.
Evil minds cannot conquer a beautiful heart
pretending game is for sad people as they know no one is with them till the last.
What we had was the best but what we could have would be magical
pain caged in the soul but then feeling it and letting it go.
I smile eveytime i remember the time we spent
but no one can take my sanity so i dont bend,
I cry and then laugh recalling the innocent minds that grew up
to the dreams that are more passionate and stronger.
Life is not made up of moments
moments have to be shaped out of an unstable life,
so i stand proud because so many adventures are left
not allowing the rope to pull me away with it and falling in the deep end.
Feldeinsamkeit (“Solitude in a Field” or "Through the Fields of Solitude")
by Hermann Allmers
translation by David B. Gosselin with Michael R. Burch
Peacefully, I rest in the tall green grass
For a long time only gazing as I lie,
Caught in the endless hymn of crickets,
And encircled by a wonderful blue sky.
And the lovely white clouds floating across
The depths of the heavens are like silky lace;
I feel as though my soul has long since fled,
Softly drifting with them through eternal space.
Originally published by Better Than Starbucks
NOTE: This poem was set to music by the German composer Johannes Brahms. Keywords/Tags: translation, solitude, peace, grass, field, sky, cloud, cloudy, heaven, soul, space, lyric, music