I shall write you a poetry,
Of milk and honey -
From the heart of love
I'll confess my soul's melody.
A nameless souls' symmetry,
Two heart bound in hue,
''Love," a name whispers by all,
Kneaded within my view.
I'll not defy, but nurture thee,
Like a boundless sea;
Love ripples deep through me -
I couldn't lift my eyes,
From your gentle ecstasy.
Where meadows bloom in nectar's grace,
Bees shall buzz and softly trace;
And my love shall savour still,
The finest joy of mortal will.
A love that cares within
A care that shall be given -
No boundaries shall it hold,
No envy shall it grow.
Being weary of our direction
No guidance which way to go
We cried out Lord please help us
He pointed His finger, that way now go
With the new land of milk and honey
We grew dependent upon the Lord
He gave us all we needed
And continued to give us more
Thank You Lord for Your goodness
We'll remember Your kindness indeed
Oh Lord how do we ever repay You?
He said start over, plant a new seed
In the days of milk and honey
Milk was cheap and fresh
Honey costed little money
And I paid in cash
In the dream one winter night
I was flying low
In the blur of lamppost light
I was flapping slow
Over houses and then
Swooping down I flew
Over pavements and again
Up towards the blue
In the days of wine and music
Days of happy sadness
Nothing seemed too much intrusive
In my eyes of gladness
Troubles, hardships and decay
Left their mark on me
But I threw them all away
Just to let me be
In the days of love and painting
Days of paper cup champagne
I was frequently escaping
From each place I stayed
I was making lots of friends
And I was beknown
But all friendships had to end
In the days bygone
Days dissolve into thin air
Still I fly in dreams
Over houses, over square
In the dimmed light beams.
If he "she"refuses to grab poisoned milk and honey
He "she"can be called names here and there daily.
It’s the land of milk and honey,
you fail to see beneath stars and stripes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
The lifestyle seems to come so easy,
lost within stories and stereotypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Just getting by is a catastrophe,
inflation and basic survival snipes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Left coast dreams east coast tyranny,
always seem to be surrounded by hypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Pushing limits is what it was meant to be,
competition gives birth to prototypes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Stay grounded and look carefully,
flooded with media and fancy teletypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey,
hard work holds prosperous and free.
The concept of milk and honey is always met with sensual acceptance is it not?
The idea of soft golden sweet swirls of snow white water and sunbeam syrup dancing on your tongue.
But have you ever tasted it?
When was the last time you sat down and poured a glass of milk just to soil it with a swirl of honey comb caramel? You haven’t
Milk watches with glass eyes all honeys lovers
Honey melts at their touch then is lost in their strength
Milk and Honey!
Presidential candidates
In tooth and nail fray!
Only God knows the hearts
Of these Leaders!
The king’s heart is His Hands!
Let us pray for a leader
Righteous, sober and true!
Then, our shores will rejoice!
When we seek God’s face
And discern His choice
He will heal our land
And transform our country
Where milk and honey
Flow in abundance!
(Timothy A. Edward)
Just take my hand, and
head for the Promised Land
A Land of Milk and Honey
and if we're short of money
I'll find the milk
for you, my honey
We'll live life together
in a land warm and sunny
The Tables Set,
You Can Bet.
A Milk And Honey's
Try We'll Get!
It's Plenty That Our
Night Times Prayers.
Outside Of Poetry's Lines,
Appears!
love is like a rose
so beautiful when it blooms
can come in different colors
some even paint it blue
love is like a rose
be wary of the thorns
love can prick the heart
make you rue when you
were born
gonna' tell you baby
love baby
is like a rose
Sitting in the kitchen
Mother caught me wishing,
Wishing we were richer than we were.
For we never had no money
No cash for milk or honey,
Father, he was hardly ever there.
My shoes were full of holes
The fire had no coals,
Winter, I can tell you was a curse.
But we had a mothers love
A blessing from above,
Any fears or worries she could nurse.
Now I'm in my kitchen
And once again I'm wishing,
Wishing that my mother was still here.
But she's with the lord above
Yet still I feel her love,
I think about you always, mother dear.
sugar is sweet as sweet as honey
now that I'm broke & got no money
the moral of this story is to stay positive young G
living in the land on milk & honey
time has elapsed & it has for no reason
some say there's a change in the way of the season
lift your head high up in the sky be brave today
living in the land of the free & the home of the brave
you got to come up with a good rap in time
down on your luck to your last thin dime
the word on the street is you got to stay positive
love your neighbor and choose to give
someday your pay day will come
like a lost soul being out on the run
hear the bullets blast outside in the hood
homeboys out for no good
what we do today will be echoed in eternity
keep your head on straight and head for the main gate
the rich will always blame the poor
still nobody has a voice anymore
Choose to be the best young G you can be
living in the land of milk & honey
one day when your full grown you will see
the moral of the story is love making sweet history
My lips may move and the words I speak .
Are just reflections of the people I meet.
Some times I'm strong, some times I'm meek.
But I advise you listen,I don't use double speak
My inner voice cry's out ,never trust a sneak
comp entry 14/11/2016
From the very beginning when the
foundations of the Lord's house was
laid, Jesus walked among us and this
was the prayer he prayed, Father
forgive them for they know not what
they do, I am here to show them now
the way, the light, the truth, the Lord
has always done great things, the
greatest was his flesh made holy,
salvation to you and I he imparts to
you and you soulfully. The Lord says
"I will shake the Heavens and the earth,
my house shall be filled with my glory",
the Lord has chosen this humble child
to pen this all time story. I have been
with you since Egypt's exile I will be with
you thru every trial and tribulation,
stand back all ye children of God, the
Lord is about to give birth to his nation.
Salah
Haggai 2
The land of milk and honey
now only in your dreams
Was stolen by the masses
who think it's free, it seems
They say it's just a "band-aid"
till "we get on our feet"
But first we must, meet their demands
or they protest in the street
The protests turn to riots
the looting now begins
Destroying all that milk and honey
getting back at us for "sins
We should have listened to their cries
how could we, turn away
They only want what they deserve
and now we'll have to pay
Illegals come to help them
their bread and butter card
Immigrants are joining in
we made their life so hard
The bridge cards that we gave them
they call them plastic gold
The government won't rescind them
they'd rather they be sold
You walk away still wondering
how they're used for smokes and beer
And other things that are taboo
unchanged year after year
Excuse replaced integrity
with the never ending lies
It can not stop, there is no end
The storm that never dies.....
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