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Those thing’s that appear, to be a stumbling block for me,
by the wisdom of Gods Spirit,
they become a stepping stone you see.
We must look with truth, in all things that appear in life,
lest we receive them, and they bring forth their strife.
For the truth is, a stumbling block, becomes, a higher stepping stone,
for those who truly, stand before God, at His throne.
We must be sober, and vigilant, in everything we do,
and know, His Spirit, will always, lead us through.
So don’t look at things, as though they appear to be,
always seek the truth, and you will surely see.
That the snares of the wicked, place their stumbling blocks, each day,
but for those, who truly seek the truth, The Lord, will show them, the way!
Sun:
I'm like a cosmic hearth, eternally blazing.
My flames, life's furnace, ceaselessly raising.
But you, dear Moon, you're Earth's night light,
A celestial nightingale serenading the night.
Moon:
And you, my friend, are the world's grand clock.
Your daily journey, time's steady tick-tock.
While I'm the monthly calendar's face,
My phases mark time's gentle pace.
Sun:
I'm the celestial captain steering day,
Guiding Earth's ship on its yearly way.
You're the cosmic lighthouse in the dark,
Helping nighttime voyagers find their mark.
Moon:
You're nature's great composer, I must say,
Conducting climate's symphony each day.
I'm the ocean's puppeteer, unseen strings,
Pulling tides like marionette springs.
Sun:
In culture's tapestry, I'm golden thread,
A divine needle, stories widespread.
You're the muse's silver paintbrush stroke,
In art and myth, the mystery you evoke.
Moon:
You're life's grand alarm clock, I suppose,
Waking creatures from their deep repose.
I'm the cosmic sandman, soft and still,
Night's lullaby, dreams I help in-still.
Sun:
I'm now the green energy revolution's heart,
Solar panels are my new body part.
Moon:
And I'm the next frontier, a stepping stone,
In space exploration, not alone.
Sun and Moon (together):
We're cosmic dance partners, you and I,
Celestial ballet in Earth's sky.
Two sides of one coin, forever spun,
In day and night, our dance is never done.
Beyond midnight I drift off to sleep,
Deep, deep into a dream I am floating,
And I am walking a garden stepping stone path,
It is a magical garden that I find myself in.
With graceful flowers in beautiful colours,
Creeping phlox, painted daisies and red roses,
And in and out of foliage a little bird zips,
Zooming towards me, it hovers momentarily.
Then he lands on my hand twittering loudly,
I am dazzled by his intense colors and wings,
But in an instant he is gone lost in the green,
And sadly a breeze from my window wakes me.
I struggle in my blankets to find the dream,
The winding and turning stepping stone path,
A place in the corridors of my mind so soothing,
That only comes to me long beyond midnight
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August 3, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Beyond Midnight
Copyright Protected, ID 08-496-705-03
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
The pasture smiled and gave its blessing nearby the sacred gentle river
Solemn sun sent tender rays through the moisture of dispersing clouds
Shadows of dawn had turned into a clement plethora of infinite shades
A bristlecone pine oozed sap and nourished bundles of evergreen need
Moss kindled seeds of adventure as it reflected surreptitious secrets
The spring was far away in the passing of time place and direction
Clandestine water was calm as it carried its cargo back to the Source
Dew paid due respect as it cradled condensation into prism of thought
‘You cannot jump into the same watercourse twice’ Jordan pondered
How to cross to the other side with no imminent island no stepping stone
Bridging the gap between memories anticipation and untold conclusion
‘Retreat to the interlude of passage but do not suspend the journey'
Only a fool waits for the cascades of being to abate before travelling
By now the full moon cast ivory spells to harvest crops of uncertain salvation
A coyote howled in the distance but Jordan proceeded sheltered by Earth
He left the glimmering camp fire garnered momentum and passion
Plied caution into courage forged resilience and audacious determination
Asked for lunar guidance put faith into dreams let go of the past and floated
06th March 2019
In the vast expanse where dreams reside,
Let ambition be your constant guide.
Through stormy seas and skies of gray,
Hold the vision, light the way.
When doubts encroach and shadows near,
Stand tall and let your mind be clear.
Every failure, a stepping stone,
To realms of greatness yet unknown.
See beyond the present plight,
There shines a future, bold and bright.
With every dawn, a chance to rise,
To chase your dreams across the skies.
Embrace the journey, heed the call,
With hope and courage, face it all.
In every challenge, find your might,
Think big, stay positive, take flight.
For life's a canvas, vast and grand,
Paint your destiny with a steady hand.
Believe in more than what you see,
And your spirit wanders far and wide.
There are men and women with small mind's ,
That live on hate to shoot you down.
MIRAGE
Life is such stuff as dreams are made of.
Living the Oliver Twist is never enough
And will forever play the gluttony
Even in the midst of it tempest or harmony
It will always tower above the cloud-capped towers,
Under the severe winter blessings that showers
Where humans fail to notice the signpost instructions
Never ever to take Mister Mirage serious
Else he terminates your hope & dabbles your perception,
Cos sometimes you don't find in the eye life's construction,
Like men full of valour that smooth the air
As if their imaginary faithful house wives were there
Because they are red-hot and drown in tonic's...
Not feeling any ambivalence towards life's treacherous tricks
And stride on life's weakened paths in folly
But I beseech you, tread holy and softly
So that the weak-eyed mole may not hear a footing
Like men on the sand with printless foot mutely competing
For nature's reward or divine dependable blessings
Irrespective of their lame hands and settled sins.
On the construction of the hands heaven looks down
But only on earthly Spirited dust drop a blessed crown.
Let us not burden our weary remembrance on and on
With a heaviness and forsaken habits that should be gone
But know in time, that pitfall is just a stepping stone
Into a world where great men hold their own.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2013.
I am not your stepping stone
for you to deftly tread upon
while making your way to the top
and leaving all your friends behind.
I am not your booty call
to sate your longings in the night
when you come knocking at my door
and passion’s need outweighs your pride.
I am not your ATM
to line your pockets with cold cash
so you can have the latest trends
and show the world how chic you are.
I am not your servant here
for you to use as you see fit
to meliorate your place in life
and show your grandeur to the world.
I am but a simple man
whose willing heart is filled with love,
but I demand your true respect
for I shall not be used by you.
August 2, 2019
City light dazzles the eyes of man
But the spell of corruption has an iron hand
It blocks the truth and holds one down
Till chaos and confusion is only found
Children are born innocent and pure
Have no way out of the lure
Generations of greed, jealousy and pain
Create a state of living in vain
The universal law holds the key
The door is open for all to see
A thread of hope can guide ones stay
For those who wish to improve their way
Choose each stepping-stone with care
For every action the soul will wear
Return to the core of one’s true self
Truth, compassion, tolerance is true wealth
1992, a precious teaching was revealed
The great universal law, Falun Dafa is real
Truth can arouse the deepest of souls
Return to one’s true self is the ultimate goal
Maturity will set you free
Where I once was blind, I now can see
And maybe you should pity me.
For a youth I am no longer,
For a man I have become.
Now I am much wiser and stronger than you could realize;
For I am now deafened,
To the distractions which keep you blind.
For my eyes have been opened
And fulfillment I can now find.
I was once like you, at the end of my childhood,
But now I have matured into adulthood
And no longer like a child, can I act.
I must act my age and become a wise man.
For the things a child craves,
Are merely trinkets dangled before us.
Now I see your gold and diamonds,
Are simply copper underneath.
And the things you lust after,
Are merely the first stepping stone;
Whilst I seek the waters edge and a release I have chosen.
For the choices I have made, have lead me to the other side,
Whilst you’re splashing in the water,
Desperately clinging onto your stone.
But there I have been and through time found my feet;
Now I walk through the darkness, with no need of light to see.
I no longer fear slipping and falling into the water;
For I have been here before, so seek a new path to follow.
I seek a better tomorrow to truly begin to live free.
For now I have escaped these childhood manacles,
That have entrapped me
And blinded me, but now I can see,
That I am now free,
To disagree
And maybe to teach.
In an effort to give you enlightenment;
So one day you too will be set free.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Flutes and horns
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By:Flatterzunge Fagotto Bouché
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Yearning Desire
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A lack of trust
or just a uneasy
feeling about a
future that can easily
be manipulated
she seeks love
and the attention gain
by dating outside her norm
causes those she really desires to
pay more attention to her
( provoke the interest of another suitor)
he is a temporary stepping stone
a clash of romantic interest
can easily be explained and acts as
the easiest way to separate one
from her male counterpart
.Orfeo & Euridice they described us as
lovers that come together to love
might we be loved and adorned by
the world.
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He told his friends to met him at 10;00 he'd be ready or nearly ready to leave then.
But when they got to his home they were told to sit and wait as he had company.
She had heard there plans for the evening and had planned to spoil there evening by visiting and interrupting there evening.The sound of a bed during this intimate moment caused us to be uncomfortable. A blend of steady, rhythmic thumping and sharp, repetitive squeaks. The creaking of wood or metal and the friction of the mattress create an echoing, tactile cadence that blends with breathing, shifting sheets, and whispers. We went outside to wait the the over.