Long Soul Poems
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She met him when her heart was young,
Fell hard and fast, but it was a feeling unsung.
Time would take her down so many roads,
Where life seemed so hard as darkness explodes.
Breathless prayers led her to stop her mayhem,
Her road turned narrow, but life wouldn’t condemn.
When she met him again, so many years later,
Her heart was improved by love from the Creator.
Together, they shared a journey – memory’s elation,
Promised to write their story of love’s amazing sensation.
As time passed, for them, the story grew more perfect,
Bonded by love growing wild in hearts who know respect.
She met him when her heart needed a friend,
And, he was certainly her feelings greatest godsend.
Although I can’t tell you if and when their story might end,
I know that their love story is one my words will forever defend.
I’m thankful that I know this story, which was grown by my soul,
It is a story built by God’s great gift, love that makes hearts whole!
With so many clouds in the air and the wind now blowing
I myself haven't a care for it's in the One I Am knowing
With the wind at my back as the Son is Lighting my path
Just trying to stay on track not wanting to see God's Wrath
But if you do slip and fall just reach back up for His Hand
Listen for His Call and sooner or later you will understand
They'll be Peace in your heart a Joy even you can't deny
First you're going to have to start getting past satan's lie
Once you can get him to leave then the Lord will come in
satan wants you to grieve and not tell God of all your sin
he just wants to hide you away with that closed off mind
oh you are too easy to sway such souls are easy to find
But not this soul here, for I know the Lord far too well
To me He is perfect and clear, you know how I can tell
Aside from sign after sign, it is the peace in my heart
For the changing of water into wine is only the start
New Wine- is not fermented yet and is non-alcoholic
Old wine is fermented and has alcohol
At Cana, Jesus made New Wine from water. For He is the New Wine.
Jesus did not promote people getting drunk. And not 1 person complained
being the best the head host had ever tasted.
"Going up the country where the water taste like wine"
Canned Heat
Jump in, feel His Peace all the time!
As I passed through heavens gate on my way
Back to missing you
I asked my maker for an answer to one question
Hoping He'd approve
I said here we are in Your glory
Where Angel's trod on streets of gold
But how's a man supposed to free his soul
When half of it ain't here to hold
I asked:
How can this be Heaven, if my angel isn't here
My pain is gone and I saw my mom
After way too many years
I thank you for the mansion
You built me high up on the hill
But how can this be Heaven
If my angel isn't here
I mean You no disrespect at all
And I hope I made that clear
The splendor and the glory of it all
Is way beyond compare
I know You have Your own plan
But I hope eternity will find
The other half of my soul
Standing right here next to mine
How can this be Heaven, if my angel isnt here
My pain is gone and I saw my mom
After way too many years
I thank you for the mansion
You built me high up on the hill
But how can this be Heaven
If my angel isn't here
Before He even said a word to me
He lifted up his hand
As I turned to look towards the gate again
My angel walked in
Standing there before me
Was my angel in her grace
He said son here in heaven
The years go by like days
Son here in Heaven
The years go by like days
My heart knows
How love feels,
A warm glow
Syncs clear thrill.
My soul dwells
On wise hint,
A touch tells
How love mints
My mind crafts
A clear lot,
Words I draft
Via strange thought.
My verse art
Tells of zest,
Soul and heart
Prompt mind fest.
My mood swings
Hurl fresh lines,
The muse brings
Rhymes well-brined!
Darkness clears:
New day arts,
Dawn light cheers
A fresh start.
Blessings come
As love moves,
Light now sums
Such fine grooves.
Merge wordplay
With deep sight,
Pictures stay
In still light.
Leon Enriquez
25 December 2017
Singapore
Surly you have put
your word to pen
the winds have carried them
have dispersed them upon the globe
the game pieces are in place
and the populace lives under
dense clouds of darkness
though not awake aware of determinations
a war machine
funded with flesh and gold
as oxen under yoke
who have no say in what their masters plow
They HAVE been forewarned
surly your WORD has come full circle
you have called out the future
and given knowledge of fortresses
battlements and shields
The 1st WAR your minds
The 2nd WAR your hearts
The 3rd WAR your flesh
the full destruction of corruptions
Surly your intentions have
been fully shown for any knowing
the instructions of the King
but they have been led astray
and loved to have it that way
You keep sending your servants
the watchmen who view into distances
to tell what was far off has come close
The Temple and the Bride
are nearly completed
the invitations to all the guests
not one single soul is exempt
of participation
freewill will have a whole new meaning
you can choose the royal law of Life
or be driven off the cliffs
by unruly angels
because the ideology of WAR
and fear driven by rulers
whose behavior is so corrupt
that we liken them to being demonic
Come now where is your reason
that you should choose WAR
over the avenues of peace
everywhere you turn is a sign
and it says beware
wake up wake up wake up
before you sleepwalk
into death
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
On my island of fantasy
with me I'd bring,
my birthday suit.
To swin in.
I would have plants
from my garden
to reset in soil
rich in minerals.
Like the film Piano
with mother and child.
I would have mine
to play on.
Speaking of children,
I would bring my girls.
To keep me company.
Share my paradise.
Would I need a man Friday?
Like Robinson Crusoe?
I don't think so.
Unless he cooks.
Oh yes....books.
All the ones I've been
meaning to read.
But never did.
Who needs water
when one has wine?
Best bring along
my favourite vine.
Last but not least.
Music for my soul.
Once I have all these.
Never miss home.
There is a darkness oily and slick
Like a plague in a mind so sick
To look at a child and feel allowed anyway
To touch break trust enjoy lust and rape
There is a sordid kind of soul
Who murders innocence and hope
Could be this was once a child
Victimized who grew up to act it out
There is a darkness in abuse
Of anyone and self include
Using drugs or abusing food
Darkness can cause suicide too
There is a darkness in evil eyes
Just before they take a life
It matters not the reason why
The act will stain and drain inside
Without darkness there is no measure
Of light love and peace doves treasure
Darkness is scary and awful a fright
We must fight together lovers of light.
Ethereal vivid imagery
kissed by a subdued light
twinkling colors of nostalgia
lingering faintly
In an infinite time-lapsed dimension
where the onyx of what lures
morphs into mysterious perpetual
unpainted lackadaisical presences
leaving vacant spaces
in a yearning soul
Devoid nothings dancing
swallowing me under
a tucked in sprinkled sky
Obtainable materialization
too bland for fulfillment
Undecided passions and lost hopes
in a hollow twisted barren flesh
placed on the lower side of
a distant slightly pattering pedestal
of something that can only
be described fugitively
Bestowing faint presences
feeling the invisible
mixed in grander punched elusive dreams
A lofty unconscious concept
beyond mortal grasp
my way or the highway
my way or the heartache
my way or minus the highway
my way or minus the heartache
minus the heartache,minus the highway
minus the soul,minus the heartache
minus the soul,plus the soul
minus the soul,plus the heartache
the mind,body is a plus of the soul
minus the soul,minus the body,plus the mind
plus the mind,plus the body,minus the soul
minus the soul is plus the body
the soul is at peace with the mind
the soul is at peace with the body
the mind caress the soul
the mind caress the body
peace caress the mind,body,and soul
peace is at peace with peace
the body caress the body
caress caresses the mind,body,and soul
at peace is at mind,at peace is at peace
Fuchsia gives light to the cobalt blue sky
As the doves sing a lullaby
One tree frog croak while cricket chirps
And woodpecker's cymbals add their touch
Close your eyes and feel the cool
Open your heart, let the damp morn in
Enjoy the touch and feel that's so real
Be in the moment, a chance to relish, feel
Negative emotions that are inside let them release
Open your soul to all nature's peace
As doves rear their squab
Soon fly away in the bevy
Ignore the survival in the wild
Sit, soak up the atmospheric pleasure awhile
Rest and let life pass by
Just a moment or two, give it your best
Time to revel in beauty, grace, quiet and stillness
Just a few minutes prepares one for the day
Nature invites take time to pray