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The Gift of the Grace within

The Gift of the Grace within

The first is the anchor, dropped deep in the soul,
A gift unearned, making the fractured heart whole
The dual river for no merit, no earning of worth,
But pours from the heavens to swallow the earth

In mercy absolute, boundless, and free
That saves and sustains the quiet refuge 
Where the captive inner stillness goes free
It is saving grace, the wide, open door

Where human efforts need struggle no more
The second is the current, the fire, the wind,
The strength that begins where our boundaries end
It steps into weakness, a dynamic power,

To train and transform in the turbulent hour
When cultural storms and fierce disorders roll,
It guards the deep temple and comforts the soul
The sacred empowerment sustaining grace, the pillar of might

Turning our darkness to active, soft light
One lifts us from valleys and sets us on mountain above,
The other empowers our walking in harmony, peace and love
Both flow from the Author, the finisher and the king,

The shelter and stillness to which we now cling
Clinging to the unmerited that is sufficient fulfilment
Clinging to the finisher with divine enablement
Clinging to the inner stillness and emotional shelter in the kin
Cling to the two-fold favour and the gift of grace within.


Perfume: Entrancing Vapor From Nature's Tap

Rose petals plated on caste mold
Savory patent impressed on manifold
From Nature's palate sweet oils doled
Essence of extracted beauty flowed

Into fashioned vial tinged with gold
Nature's, vintage aphrodisiac bankrolled
Mysterious guise, transparent, yet stunningly bold
Onto suave cheeks the charming potion scrolled

Distilled love massaged into every, ivory fold
Enamoring scent suitor's, impulsive glands to hold
With intoxicating fumes, ephemeral beauty sold
To the salivating nasal ducts of every, unwitting cuckold

Delilah's gaudy folio modern women have deigned old
But with the rose's alluring, timeless scent still cajoled
Unpainted, unmarked mask; devious designs unforetold
Emitting translucent vapors that mind's eye does behold
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Do Not Drink Tap Water

  The so-called "scientists" don't know jack.
    Tune out CNN journalists and abandon
 The network. It's a mine of misinformation.
Completely reject science; it's totally whack;
    Don't believe everything you see or hear.

   Whatever you do, do not drink tap water.
 The fluoride the previous administrations 
     Mixed in it, a cognitive frequency trap.
   It has to be! My fellow illuminati said so! 
  Tap water teems with parasitic amoeba.

 It's the quickest way to a wicked diarrhea 
      And a host of other untold ailments.
     Ah, yes! Watch out for lead poisoning, 
Which killed so many folks in Flint, Michigan.
   What? Have you been living under a rock?

        Watch out for that abdominal pain 
    And bloody stool. Oh, you better believe 
   It was well documented on the dark web. 
   I'm more informed than the intelligentsia.
          Trust me, do not drink tap water.

     It contains bacteria and more mercury 
      Than you'll find in a great white shark. 
  Only drink bottled water, the Aquafina kind! 
     Wake up, smell the coffee, you sheeple,
      And get with the illuminati program!

Premium Member Tip Tap Tip Tap

Tip tap tip tap tip tap. They are coming much faster now.
I said Mama is taking a nigh-night.
That is dog-speak for do you want to snuggle up against your mama?
She is seven, we rescued her almost six years ago.
She loves a good snuggly night-night.
They say a dog can understand as much as a two-year-old child.
Our dog understands that when Daddy is in the kitchen, and the refrigerator door opens,
She has a good chance of scoring a piece of beef, chicken, sausage, or hot dog.
She also knows if it is Mama in the kitchen, she might as well stay on the couch with her tongue hanging out.
I do not share the way he does.  I do not think an eighteen inch dog needs to weigh 200 pounds.
He had cockers. He knows all about them.
Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.
I just lost her to the sound of the refrigerator door opening.

Tappa Tap Tap

                     SO THIS IS LOVE
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             Composed by: Songster Dame
             Lyrics by; Written Foo Nuttin

                    So this is love
                  that sweet ever after
                          I'm in love
                     the kind that last
                            forever

                       So this is love
                      redefining bliss
                       they say I am
                            in love
                      a chance not
                           to miss
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                           THE SWEETEST SONG             

                             Sing me a melody
                          sing the sweetest song
                           sing it in the sweetest
                                       harmony
                                      till all the
                               emptiness is gone
                           Sing me a lovers piece
                               the sweetest tune
                                 the kind of song
                                  two lovers sing
                              on there honeymoon
                          don't  sing make it special
                               we wanna sing alone
                               just to make it special
                               sing the sweetest song
                                      don't let it ruin
                                 what you got going on
                               sing the sweetest melody
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sing the sweetest song
Form: Ballad


LET'S TANGO

In a moment’s awareness, You gently stepped.
Held my hand, held my breath---
I took to resolve to dance with You,
In silence tap territories anew.

A galaxy of stars, passed the Milky Way
You held my hands as we sway.
My being no longer belongs to me.
You being in control, I cease to be.

As my eyes nestle in dreams,
You swing me round, in starry beams
Where time melts in seasoned crests
My feet uplifted, my heart in zest.

Open to all the moves you make,
I, like a feather, softly shake---
All the pain that I ever held,
No longer in memory ever cradled.

In your gaze I glimpse to view
The I, I thought, the I, anew.
In feverish surrender I bend aside,
Tapping my feet, over life’s tide.

Events and dreams blur as I
Gaze at You without a sigh,
Nestled in love as You sweep,
Me in Eternity, my heart You keep.
Form: Rhyme

Invisible Penthouse Suite Shoulder Tap

it has been a long time since you've seen me
you wonder if i can still write with my left hand
you looked for me on the beach side
all you found was a pair of pants with empty pockets
you searched for me on the sound side
all you could find was a couple of used up pens and some badly damaged pads
the footprints have been all washed up
the cell phone has been abandoned and badly damaged by the elements
you do not notice me on the balcony of the penthouse suite watching you search for me
you do not discover me me waving at you as you look around with sad and brokenhearted confusion
if i give you more creations to entertain the passion's palate, would you yearn for more if i pointed to the right 
will you see me again
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Summer Bright Moon



The sky unfolds a silver light
Where stars, dispersed diamonds dim bright,
And the night`s orb with pearly gleam,
Awaken lovers` walking dream.

A shining spark upon the land,
It cleanses the heart as a friend,
The earth emits a tender sigh,
With the moon as sentry up high.

The air grows soft, a gentle plea,
For hearts to open, wild and free,
As with its light all shadows fade,
A sacred, silent serenade.

A lover’s stare, a soothing tap,
The moon sanctions, its hands it claps,
Each true promise, a ray of hope
For a bright future with wide scope.

In silence the tall trees do stare,
Whisper with the soft breeze with care;
On the shore, the waves do embrace
To vie with the lovers apace.

The distant hill, the nearby spire
Are moved by this heavenly fire,
 Every soul that gazes above
Basks in its sweet, smooth sparkling love.

A perky peace pervades the space
While sleeping senses start to race,
With the world lying, soft and deep,
While moonbeams on their spirits creep.

The serene path, the shining sites,
Are hallowed by this sparkling light.
A feeling born, a sweet refrain,
Washing away all hurt and pain.

So let lovers stroll, hand in hand,
Along this moonlit, glowing land
And let their love, a steady stand,
Ever shine and ever stay grand.

The Double Tap, September 2nd, 2025

They said the sea bore traffickers —
black hull beneath moonlight,
a streak of smoke, a thunder-flash,
the first strike: eleven lives erased,
one boat, swallowed by waves.

Then the water stilled. 
Survivors clung to splintered wood,
two souls drifting in the gloom — not combatants now,
just bodies, gasping hope.
And then: a second thunder. 
Another flash.
The sea closed in around them.

So ends the last breath.
No trial, no verdict — only fire and silence.
The orders came: “destroy the threat.”
But what counts as threat — when the hull is broken,
the weapons gone, and only fragile flesh remains?

In the log of war they write: “enemy eliminated.”
In the ledger of sorrow they mark: 11 lost — 2 more.
The sea remembers. 
The world watches.
And beneath the midnight water, innocence drifts,
as witnesses to a crime unnamed.
That was a double tap.

Banquet Before the Ceremony

With full apprecation of all thing concidered.
In respect to all that are involved..
Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist.
To grow from the seeds: which harvested
shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for
it's future.
We those who see these things done, now
look to create and establish this day,
the means and ways to create.
The creation of this new entity from these
new begannings. This new Entity from this start.
For thoise who wish to chore and labor. In the industry
from the support of this company,
shall do so as employees.
Some with stakes: as stakeholders and visionaries.
Some as emoyees: but all together
as members of an enitity who
wishes to change the world with the influence of creation.
Standing on the surfaced plain, stacking the walls,
and roofing the the show. Doers of works.
Research, development, rehearst,
and displayed.
"Addio Padre, Addio Padre!
Soo right, Soo, Right
ah ooh redition
Publlic presentation
addio
Padre, So right , so right!:"
Collabarations and demostrations.
In the styles of now and future.
To influence the ulture it shall create.
In recreation and creation.
With the emphasis on creation
Showcasing talents, contracting events. 
Catering to the many who like what we do
and those who wish to inspire change
by research and development.
Standing topside
looking
to other venues and helping
contract business for the need
of effeincancy.
Methods and strategies:
influencing and making
new fusions in all genres, where
the opendoor
will allow new people
as consumers followers
and business oppurtunites.
Job creations in temoray and perminat positions.
Learning how to teach people to do things our way
mifght we learn to adapt to do things your way.
Ladies and Gentlemen we
Now introduce you too
     Trends Elegant
The crimping edges of fashion.
Auditions for the new Orcheastra,^0 peice. Singers both male and Female
Lead singers and Background Vocalist.
all types of musicains welcomed.
Both Traditional and Folktype.
We will work together
to create a modern sound.
To move, groove,dance,
or just good ole
foot tapping music.

Creation of Audiences using Demographic Targeting.
Music, Food, Fashion and Design.
Sports Wrestling.
A world: with A world.
Championed as Best.
Courtesy of I wanna Sing this One Music Company.
Form: Ballad

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