My oh my—doesn’t it look appealing,
Imagine the flavor, the plan, the prize,
promising promises, ready for savoring,
A cup held high before our eyes.
But pause before you choose to drink,
For it is not quite, what it seems.
What glistens as good, what sounds so right,
May mask a far more dangerous means.
Coup d’état—an act of treason,
No matter who commits the deed,
No matter the banner, cause, or reason,
Truth bent to fit the need.
One of the highest crimes conceived,
Where justice must not be delayed,
When power is seized and laws are breached,
The cost paid by all who stayed.
A nation built on sacred ground,
On principles rooted in God’s Word,
When leaders break the laws they’re sworn,
The wound is deep—the blow is heard.
So let us refuse the coup-laid rhetoric,
The narratives poured to make us numb,
Resist the urge to drink persuasion,
From voices void of truth and love.
For games played on opposing sides
tearing at our common thread;
And if we’re not discerning still,
We’ll drink what’s served—and said.
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2024
Would you like to have some coffee?
It's made out of the fresh beans of love,
And it's aroma is contagious as your breath,
Every sip sinks like the unsinkable Titanic.
But beware!
It might stain your unlovable pristine heart,
O sweetness, O goodness,
Don't drink coffee.
Would you like to have some french toast?
It's crispy, crusty and mellow amidst
Just like you, euphoric,
But O goodness, O heart,
It's melodramatic like me,
Don't eat french toast.
Would you like to have some tea?
It's ravishing and romantic made of roses,
O honey, O lovie, Alas!
The effect might last,
Don't drink tea.
Perhaps I should fuel my soul
With your sunshine soulful smile,
It's embroidered in my memory,
Mesmerized I am,
Smile! Smile! Smile!
WHERE ARE THE VOICES
Where are the voices,
against the swelling inflammations,
upon the watered down truths,
against God's Word in our nation,
Shall we continue in silence,
in the face of the demoralization,
Freedom of speech now with new meaning,
For which we should be filled with righteous indignation!
Pastors, Preachers, and Leaders,
bring forth Holy Convocation,
to guide God's people back to His Word,
and peaceful voices to the nations!
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2024
This was inspired by: Mike Gentile
His poem is entitled : Confessions Of A Youngster, At Heart
Whoever thought one day I'd let my hair go gray and walk with a sway
"They are only laughter lines" I told myself, disregarding a wrinkle in time.
I promised to be one of those ladies who would look suave at sixty five,
but when you see me walk down the isle, I cannot hide that lombar slide.
I will wear dresses of fresh linen with only leather belts that buckle,
and when my shaky hands refuse to still, I'll blame it on my knuckles !
When I looked into the mirror then,... all I saw was a pretty girl,
but now I see two kindly eyes and a memory impearled !
I rise at 6 and retire at 9, I sleep on my side for the one I adore,
lovie says that when I snore, it sounds like a lion's roar !
I am happy with my life,
and although I lose my train of thought sometimes,
I still wake up every morning feeling grateful,
that I am still able to dress, to the nines...
RELEASE
We are gathered here, with loved ones dear,
Our prayers we’ve gathered throughout this year,
Our hearts and souls to you release,
To you oh Father, God of our peace,
OmniPresent One, who hears and answer prayers,
We release and cast upon you our cares,
God of mercy,
Prayers for mercy, release,
God of our healing,
prayers for healing, release,
God of provision,
Prayers for provision, release
God of miracles,
Prayers for miracles, release,
Father of all of our loved ones,
All of our love ones, we release,
And Father if we know that you hear, all of our prayers we pray,
By faith we receive all that we’ve released today.
Lady Sylvia Tucker, Lovie Divine
Inhaling his masculine scent I taste the aroma of our first chicory spot
he has been with me for forty four years and he is still so very hot
Dotted with gray on his temples, still as handsome as the day we met
he was at my sweet sixteen birthday party, now how can I ever forget
The man who put a ring on my finger and gave me two beautiful children
we lived and breathed solo flying like two turtle doves in a jaded glen,
Today we sit in the yard and reminisce about our first kiss, our first time
his eyes are still shining and I'm glad that after all the years he is still mine
Truth be told I would not trade a moment of the days we spent together
nothing can split us apart except God's will, until then we will tether ,
Fastened to each others hearts, we will always be forever true as one
for he is my stars and moon, my lovely husband, and my golden sun.
Happy Anniversary Lovie,
Your Wife, Vie aka Mystic Rose
I got a
Fish friend
And we’ll
Stay together
Till the end
I lovie lovie
Love you friend
Her given name was Anna Abigail Logan,
But to family she was Foo Foo,
Trot-a-dog, Scruff McMuffin, Nose Brain,
Poo Dog, Annie Bananie, Snarf Dog,
Anners, Baby Girl, and Lovie.
A tiny fluff ball with black button eyes,
She had no brakes at first.
I sat on the carpet by the fireplace to play.
She would run full speed at me,
Crash head first into my outstretched leg,
Fall over, jump up in flash motion,
Then tare off in circles of fun.
She was an ambassador of love,
A warm little lap-sized giving machine.
She had no fear of strangers.
Hugs were pets and she collected them
From everyone, everywhere,
Giving back sloppy wet kisses
Whenever she could get a good lick in.
A silver miniature Schnauzer of merit,
Supreme friend and companion extraordinaire.
With a nose that came out to greet you,
Big bushy eyebrows and a deluxe beard
Dangled in her water dish,
Dripping after a good drink.
She walked on log legs, cylinders of long fur.
Perfectly groomed, sniffing air and thick woods
Or snoozing with Mom in her favorite chair.
Good-bye dear Annie Dog. We will see
You on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.
get your blankie
get your pillow
let's go down to sleepy town
get your night light
get your sippie
let's go down to sleepy town
lovie baby
sugar baby
sleepy baby
get your huggin'
get your kissy
let's go down to sleepy town
get your puppy
get your la la
let's go down to sleepy town
lovie baby
sugar baby
sleepy baby
over and over and over and over and over
Strawberry patch girl
Wrenna wrenna Bo benna
Love love lovie love
Bluebird colored eyes
Berry stains upon your face
A day in the life
Peaceful baby girl
Sharing seeds and plants and love
All across Texas
I just brushed my teeth
And jammies are on
Fluff up my pillow
Please tuck me in tight
Where is my lovie?
Time for prayers
Hugs and kisses
One more story
I need a drink
Lullaby
Stroke my hair
Now goodnight
Not tired
Won't sleep
Yawn
E be like say e wan tel me anoda tori
I no know why e dey talk about polotiks
Wetin I wan hear be the songs Him glory
Devul , spare me of dis terrible triiks
E be like say e wan to sing anoda songi
I see say e dey dance cuni, cuni dance
But inside me I no where my hearti belong
Devul, I no mind any terrible trance
E be like like say he wan do anoda movie
He wan fiture me but I no send am
Oh, my heart, soul and spirit is for God my lovie:
Devul no be for you, but for the I AM dat I AM
This poem is wriiten in Pidgin English, spoken by certain tribes in Nigeria… it is written as an
entry for Deborah’s contest ‘Dialect make the world go round’
anoda tori means another story
Oh Precious, you let me lay my coat at your feet,
You are so giving,
Of dearest you let me carry your books,
You are so kind.
Oh lovie you let me walk a safe distance behind you,
You are so good to me.
Oh darling you let me watch as you dance with other men,
You are so considerate.
Oh angel you let me drive you here and there
And even borrow money from me,
Oh how I am blessed to know you.
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