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Just to advise its still alive, and satan is its driver, with commoditys and convenience he plys.' Consider to ask
Jesus into your hearts, there is no need for physical travel.' Just open your ears
Mind; and heart..To end your own captivity' is how it it must start.' There is
No statement of dignatarys that even get a 'bit part' i suggest look around see all the money and time
wasted on different wars; that
Are touted to be for peace.? Which one of
Us sees that from our own to distant shores.' No the war is within us..And we alone cannot win.! We need the King of the universe's remedy or we will ever wallow in un-numbered human degrees of
Sin. Call out to ' your maker ' His Name runs through your dna..He sent Jesus on
That misson whose blood is still active
to the last person, up to the very final day.'
Poems Forever
Through rhymes and rhythms
Hand writing with true emotions
A silent messenger
Language arts are written fluent
A post card sent in the wind
With stanza, free verse
We are all walks of life
Poems are therapeutic in the open sky
This is who we are
Silent writers
Living in complete solitude
Always at work
Don’t want to be bothered
Trees grow strong
Each short story has heart
Just be you and no one else
No weight carried by a fountain pen
With meaningful stories unfold
Each poem has purpose
Literature written with black ink surrenders on blank paper
1830-1886
Guess Who
My identical twin and I were a novelty.
In kindergarten our classmates carried us around.
Until we began to demand it.
We have the same hair, face, body, skin, nose, and hands.
I bet if you looked at our palms, they would be identical.
We have the same braying excited joyful witch-like laugh.
We have no political or religious ideas that resemble each other
But we do love each other
My sister sent me a photo of us as flower girls at our aunt’s wedding.
It was a reminder of the good old days when no one could control me.
They let me stand by the men for only one reason.
They were the fastest runners.
Form:
Lovers Holiday
I see the lovers loving as they all make their way.
But there’s no one for me on this lovers holiday.
I think of many others like gifts from up above.
That I see every now and then that taught me about love.
There must be somebody that could use some love like mine.
So I sent cards and letters saying be my Valentine.
When it all was over so much better than before.
I had a hundred Valentines still I wanted more.
One thing that life has taught me it’s all about the giving.
I thought about the elderly where it’s called assisted living.
I bought two dozen roses and I watched them start to shine.
Passing up and down the halls for one more Valentine.
I held so many hands that day and whispered I love you.
As lonely people looked at me and said I love you too.
Loving is not so simple that only two can share.
Show a Valentine today how much you really care.
Edwin C Hofert
Sent to earth on assignment
She plodded like Clifford, the big red dog
Unaware of the frequency carried
Emanating signal from her Daddy God
Life was an adventure on the sea
Or a secret passage ready to be explored
Her head cocked with sorrow
When others scattered and she was ignored
The years waned her ambition
Trauma fragmented her mind
But that heart of LOVE kept beating
In every adversity she would find
Warfare against evil spirits
Fought and won on her empty bed
Forged a soldier of complete submission
Leaning on the promise WORD had said
At this moment, she rests in silence
Careful to process with focused attention
When REVELATION appears in TRUTH
His extended hand is movement with permission
...to rise.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-18-2026
I walk barefoot on the wet sand.
From afar I see the red sun setting.
Gulls still foraging for small fish.
Their cries harsh against the mist.
Where have my dear love gone?
Hidden in some obscure misty town.
She would not wish to be seen.
My life is like the waves that flow
Only to return from the darkening shore.
Once we were in deep love.
We held warm hand in a spring day.
We laughed and hugged and kissed.
Oh, how foolish I was that fatal day.
I sent her no red roses on her birthday.
Now I simply wile my evenings
Lurching unsteadily along the beach.
I am still bare foot on the wet sand.
Just one pair of foot prints left behind.
The Lord has our back
Keeping this heart alive
We will strive
Jesus heart did echo
The world may follow
God graced mankind from above
Kneel in respect of his eternal love
He is our strength and shield
God Bless all who feel this love is real
Who value the heart
To never tear it apart
Making God proud
I shout out loud
Allow this love to grow
No matter where It may go
The mountains of trust
Lie within us
God said not quite you are not done
Your love is precious to me my beloved one
Through out the times
God allowed it to chime
Jesus fermented and perfect to deliver his wine
God house shall again shine
Only he may wheel this rod
Truly this must be a gift sent from God
When I read
that we are all sculpted
upon his image
the first imprint appeared in front of my cognition
is that one of the parts sliding down the conveyor belt
just like at Fiat's
little pieces dropping in paper boxes
warily inspected
obsessively revised
senselessly omitted
from with white gloves wrapped hands
among those nude paper covers
suddenly your path doesn't seem so mysterious anymore
it's circular
and there we are
circularly crossing over your first creatures hands
with their perfectly white gloves
they were the first one
they should have been left the first one
but you just had that need to prolong the game
and implement some new rules
expecting that products will behave
according to the implemented protocols
and your workers will hold their hands white
then
an apple occurred
some overdriven laborer
dropped it from his lunch box
onto that moving rubber platform
and everything went wrong
one hands turned black
other white hands in desire to maintain themselves clear
withdrawn from that rubber
leaving parts unsupervised
and boxes exposed to putrefaction
due to a single touch
some good parts are falling before they even reached the boxes
other good ones became damaged by the fall
or are dropped in incorrect packaging
some malfactured one's reach the boxes
and are sent side by side with good ones
everyone knows
what happens when mildewed wall leans on the dry one
knowing that our price is devaluing
according to the decay stage
you keep amusing yourself
deliberately pushing from time to time
that wrong button
just to remind us
how we are
easily corrupted goods
I’ve battled pain
That left me feeling so alone
It left my heart slain
With a sword I’d never known
~
The battle was sordid
Beating my heart and soul
Soon I’d be rewarded
Because I’d meet my goal
~
When I felt so lost and alone
God sent me His pure love
With sensations I’d never known
Gifts from the angels above
~
Grieving my losses
Seemed all there was to do
But there were the crosses
To remind me of what I knew
~
With Jesus, I will always win
Battles fierce and fearful
With Jesus, no matter where I’ve been
Love alive is so skillful
~
With Jesus, the battle is won
It only takes God’s armor
All and all, it’s said and done
His Love is my transformer
~
I’ve battled the worst
And won with His love
Pain that is reversed
Sent on wings of a dove
Innocuous winds stir on the surface
Diabolical, sinuous unknowns, chilled to the bone
What dwells beneath is what concerns us
The Black Sea has secrets hidden in the depths
Dark ages wait in pain
Thick tar buried, expired with the spirit
Fermenting hate below the sunken boat
Something with bad breath and jagged teeth
Sinks deeper without sleep into the mind
Anticipates death and never rests
Lurks ugly in contempt with nefarious intent
Grabs for you to drag you down
There is no cure for abominations sent from hell
With malice, psychotic episodes that never end
Iniquity is not that pretty in the dark of hearts
Found at the level of the dead
Layers of warped consciousness licking at the brain
Over the edge with insanity to feed
It wants brains to eat to suck out all ideas
One thought at a time until they die
It does not matter that monsters have no manners
Etiquette is for the weak of mind, delicate of spirit
Creatures from the sea don't care what you are thinking
If this seems strange to you, familiar or too dangerous
It's true