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Yours to Keep
I was there, when you were born.
You brought a smile, not a scorn.
I was there, and watched you sleep.
Protecting, your tiny soul to keep.
What do you dream, I did oft ponder.
Made me sigh, my heart grow fonder.
Such innocence upon your face,
Would you always show such grace?
I was there to see you grow,
To child and more, so long ago.
We as family, did trips take,
To many a country, island and lake.
I always sought another kiss,
To watch you grow, to reminisce.
A loving hug, a simple smile,
To add a memory to our file.
Well, when I re-play your life,
Your young years had little strife.
Those were days of joy and prime,
Your youth was such a happy time.
Hours became days and weeks,
Too quickly how time sneaks.
Weeks became months and years,
Until my love fell upon deaf ears.
Yes, I was there, as you grew,
Saw you both smile and stew.
Take your place in the world,
Aghast at how life unfurled.
It matters not how old you are,
Whether you be near or far.
You’ll always be my little girl.
To me, my eternal pearl.
One last thing I must add,
Tonight as you go to sleep.
Remember always, I’m your dad,
With love, and yours to keep.
Once upon the time in the land of saints and sinner
Everything was completely covered with
darkness no movement at all
Until the Shadows of death come to life
That's how the Game begin...
Its all started in the ancient times
before human- race come to existences
But Just after
we reach the sky, everything was possible...
So much was going on...
its was like a night after party
Just in case you forgot the story miss Eden
to be called to the front-lines was
such a robbery and curse
at the same time
because none of us believe in the
everlasting life anymore
It was as like telling a
fairytales story indeed
The puzzle remain mystery,
Even today because
just after we give birth
Everything changed, challenges rise just to Knock us down
more like in the movies
so much was going on the other side for real
Believe me, being a gambler
Was just like A foreign language which none of us do
understand, because
The game was simple to watch over the street of Nile
not to overflow, through the dark nights ... But
Back in the days
Same just misunderstand the rules and go
after the
golden treasure instead of protecting it,
Thy choose power over everything and ends up
Destroying the temple
in the battlefield
THE GAME
Here's to the game
of men and their ball.
The helmeted warriors
of winter and fall.
They Explode off the line
with a thunderous crack.
Standing them up,
and pushing them back.
Stuffing the run,
and making the sack.
Sideline to Sideline
down field and back.
He knows when to cover
and when to attack.
Setting the standard,
The leader of the pack.
Shutting down rivals
in zone or in man.
Closing the gap
he can't be out ran.
Batting down passes,
picks it of, his first plan.
Taking the hand off
this thoroughbred steed.
Advancing position
with power and speed.
Running over or past them,
he'll get what you need.
They sprint down the field.
At incredible paces,
grabbing bombs from the air,
and of the tips of shoe laces.
Hard cuts and soft hands,
and winning the races.
Calling the signals.
Oposition's to read.
His arms is a cannon,
Work ethic his creed.
this rarest of athletes,
with a talent to lead.
Engaging attackers,
and forging of holes.
Protecting their leader.
The heart and the soul.
A team within a team,
with a singular goal.
In heat, snow, or rain,
with blood, sweat, and tears,
they play through the pain,
and attack without fear.
For their city, the people,
their brothers, their name,
most important of all,
for love of the game.
With prowess and grit
they give it their all,
for the ultimate honor,
enshrined in the hall.
Our Teacher,
Time,
A unit of measure.
The Spirit,
Lives on forever.
Our Minds,
Always seeking pleasure.
Our Hearts,
Are feeling the pressure.
Our Bodies,
All here together.
Our lives,
Meant to be the treasure.
The Present,
We are It's Creator.
And GOD,
He was the Professor.
JOY
I pledge allegiance to the joy,
Hidden within my heart.
Everything I catch me falling,
Is a chance for a fresh start.
When your feeling low,
Let your heart know,
Just let it all go,
Watch your joy grow.
Give Thanks
Thank you for your beauty,
Thank you for your grace.
Thank you for your wisdom,
?Thank you for your space.
Thank you for the smile on my face,
And the way you created this place.
Thank you for forgiveness,
While running through this race.
Thank you for protecting me,
As I blindly walk with Faith.
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me an insect a flea
how short of life would life be
and all of God's creatures
i'd fear and flee
so small and fragile
not easy to see
crushed by everything but me
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God made me into a bee
i'd rally with my brother bee's
gather pollen from plants and trees
build a fortress for a queen
work like the devil to keep it clean
if any should bother our domain
where it is
i'll give them my stinger
and no longer live
such is the life for us and he
whom god decides
to make a bee
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God decided an eagle i'd be
noble, honored, swift and sleek
flying in the air for food i seek
secretly fishing with my eye
rarely is seen my deadly dive
I AM the symble for liberty and pride
i'll mate only once and then i'll die
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me into a tree
standing tall above it all
save the mountians standing tall
in it's season making leaves
protecting both birds ans bee's
reaching high into the sky
growing wider than all living creatures
bearing fruit to feed the nations
eating the sun's rays before the hit they ground
my shade a cool shelter for everything around
my wonders wonder how it would be
if God decided a peacock i'll be
i'd strut and wear my tail so proud
my feathers match with any croud
my eye's and beak they match so well
the prettiest of birds
it is known so well
my feathers are emaculate
and my shape is so swell
i take great pleasure
in showing off my tail
my wonders wonder why it came to be
God made me a human being
so different and diverse are each of us
some of us praise , some of us curse
yet we struggle to believe in God above
one they think is evil
and the other made of love
to us he gave intelect
with a capasicity to feel
complicated emotions that shatter and kill
but with this comes motivation
to create and build
an internal competition
to be better and better still
some men beg some men borrow
and some men commit fraud
and most of them presumably
forgot about their god
but in this world of wonder
where wonders never cease
there is a visible God
watching man and beast
A guardian poet you have been to me
Much like an angel, there protecting me
When I was silent, lost in dark of night
You read my words and brought me back to light
You told me that my words were ever true
That in my writes were thoughts profound and new
You would not let me simply drift away
A word of hope you’d send to greet each day
Your name is there below each thing I write
To tear dimmed eyes you brought a vision bright
“The Queen of Passion,” how I love the name
You gave to me and life is not the same
To you, my Guardian Poet, thanks I bring
You fool me not; I see your angel wing
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Richard Lamoureux and I joined Poetry Soup at about the same time a year and eight months ago. Richard has been like a mentor to me. I’ve recently been very unwell emotionally and unable to write. I have appreciated the fact that he did not give up on me and kept daily visiting my previous writes and leaving words of encouragement. My words are my soul, so, in a way, he was affirming my worth as a person, which is what I was in need of. Richard has written a poem for me entitled, "Queen of the Romantic Pen."
Richard, your friendship is precious and dear. You are a man of faith and integrity. May God bless your home, your loved ones, and your heart with all that brings you joy. Thank you for standing by me through my dark times.
June 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 29-31
Key Verse – Job 29:2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me.
FAITH IN GOD WHO PRESERVES US
God preserves us by His holiness
Truly marvelous in His covenant’s truthfulness
Indeed, fortifying our faith with His righteousness---
Praise be to Him for redeeming us through His graciousness.
God preserves us by His wisdom
Truly constant in His knowledge, not seldom
Indeed, upholding our faith to exercise Biblical Christendom---
Praise be to Him for granting us divine freedom.
God preserves us by His mercy
Truly kind in His goodness-fervency
Indeed, increasing our faith along service-consistency---
Praise be to Him for satisfying us along His sufficiency.
God preserves us by His compassion
Truly generous in His abundant provision
Indeed, cheering our faith toward committed decision---
Praise be to Him for enlightening our stewardship-vision.
God preserves us by His deliverance
Truly mighty in His power’s endurance
Indeed, strengthening our faith along His assurance---
Praise be to Him for protecting us around His perseverance.
God preserves us by His commandment
Truly firm in His instruction’s reinforcement
Indeed, driving our faith toward ministry-involvement---
Praise be to Him for endowing us virtuous discernment.
God preserves us by His security
Truly safe in His leadership-authority
Indeed, guarding our faith against destructive adversity---
Praise be to Him for enclosing us around His serenity.
June 9, 2025
sometimes
am alive
yes I got a spirit
it high me up to God
and that
is a protection
in case you care to know
am a sinner
yet it don't stop
women loving me
either does it stops
God from protecting
my soul
sometimes
the life is my plan ****
and am the artist
with my pen
in my world
I am the omini scientists
in my creativity
am the omini god
I need no stain
I need no pollution
cos am a sinner
already crucified in
the cross of greed
by the Forsakers
in their gangs and evil
I draw a world so pure
it wallow their heart
it beat down their mini gods
at last I got a legacy to protect
sometimes
the old wise man
use to say
live to live again
the preacher man
say be born again
the Laddies say live
for today and let tomorrow
speak for it self
but only
the politician says
trust all you fear on
us
we can solve all of the
above
that triggers a sinner
like me to my bone
cos I can draw the big
bold lies in their
manipulation
cos am already dead in
their lies now am
alive in a new truth
I fear no Babylon
as much as the modern
still bully my art
so I paint
words with bleeding
pen while the eyes rains
sometimes
GREAT ESCAPE
Glorious Gibbous Moon glistening proud.
Rambling releasing raising ripples of rays
Enraptured sleepy starry sky in glaze.
Assembled crowd of cotton cumulous cloud.
Trembled Moon: Thunderbolt roaring aloud.
Encompassed enveloping Moon so soon.
Sky shivered as dark clouds strolled in platoon.
Concealed Moon merged in morose morbid mood.
Angry ambient acting rowdy rude.
Push and pull of sudden storm burst to blow
expelled chased clouds protecting Moon aglow.
01/14/20
Third Place
'Great escape' Contest by John Hamilton
Picking black raspberries
Wading through briars and underbrush
Knowing that there are snakes and spiders and such
Blue stained fingers capture the white lie
That laughs from lips dry, thirsty
For a sense of fluid feelings drizzling on naked skin
Drained by the tangerine sun glowing
Breathing light across the penetrating shadows
Aching to color hope with blazing embers of assurance
Thoughts drift across a numbed mind
Feelings blending carefully, music of humbleness
Bleeding crimson as the nicks from quick little thorns
Reflections of lavender memory
Melancholy dread and fear that spread
From silent screams echoing in the past, history
Finally my pail is filled to overflowing
Drinking in the liquid lure of laughter, light
Lasting from dawn to dusk, glimmering stardust muse
These berries will dissolve into moments
Hastening to enrich lives with precious promises
Of homemade jelly, domesticated flavors of rich grace
Prayers fall from my tongue
Beckoning to God with tender psalms
Erasing all recollection of the stinging
Brought on by bristles lingering
Protecting those berries from all harm
I have gone and taken away the ones
Who were sheltered – defenseless
Now they drizzle across my spoon
Sweet and succulent as a soft song
Let every berry flavor a heart
With kindness, joy, inspiration
That comes from nature’s charms