If we looked the same
No separation between race
color or shame
Could you love me just as I am
With my flaws, my sorrows,
even with my honors?
But, if I were different
Separating race, color, and yes
shame
Could you still love me for
being just me
Or would you feel the need to
walk away again?
Why utter a speech that will
make you go down
I was born in the west but my
face is just brown
I love my country (u.k) with
the passion and pride
Just as I love everyone who
lives on this world of mine
I don't see Adam as white I
don't see eve as black
I see brothers unite
I see earth as a flag
I can't see the hatred I only see
love
I only see love all around
We're blessed from above
I genuinely love all of the curves of my body
Even the ones I used to look at and cry
Now I see myself and I love every inch
Forget the days of asking “Why?”
My face is full, round and rosy
I have rolls on my arms and cascading down my side
My ample belly jiggles and sways
I know my bounty is nothing to hide
We live in a world starving for perfection
People see me and think I am a freak
I’d rather be abnormal than ignorant and intolerant
I refuse to be dejected and meek
You won’t hear any apologies from me
Not for being who I am
You say whatever you want to say
I really don’t give a damn
Feel free to harbor malice towards me for being different
If you think that will make you feel better about your own inadequacies
Hope you get to feeling better soon
Because hatred is a disease
I’m making the best of life, curves and all
I am happy with the body God gave me
Shove your idealism where the sun doesn’t shine
God is the only one who can save me
To be honest I don't know what I've done...
To be truthful I hope I've made the right choice,
to have your heart as my sun.
To be straightforward I think I've found my award.
To be direct you have a huge heart, I checked.
To be open it's hard for me to express what I mean with out chokin'.
To be sound, our love was found.
To be fair, let's stay together and share.
everything from the air we breathe for eternity,
to the love we share to make each other happy.
You were always smooth, like piano keys,
Playing your tunes for a kiss.
I fell in love with the soulful melodies,
That purred like praise from your lips.
I admit I was ignorant of your game;
I was young and naïve and dreamy-eyed.
I thought that love was the heart’s parade,
And swooned when you crooned you were mine.
Then you stopped my parade like a hurricane.
And before I knew what had happened,
You were singing those same, heart-wrenching refrains,
To another “love,” with the same passion.
I watched you, unable to believe my eyes.
But I heard your voice, and my ears couldn’t lie.
6/13/11
Received 1st place in Brian's "Whatever, Next" contest
Taking seminars in relationships,
designed to make you more considerate,
does not belay your own apocalypse,
nor offers up a tangible rebut
to your self-pity and isolation.
You numb yourself to life with drugs you choose,
preferring to be drunk or stoned to fun,
and then complain about the love you lose.
At what could be the best of times for you,
you opt for dreadful misery and cry,
“Why can’t I find a love like you have, too?”
If you could hear yourself, you would know why:
You’d hear no joy, no gratitude, no zest;
You’d hear just greed and jealousy expressed.
Do You know, What it means
to have Heart full of Zeal to spread God's Divine Love?
Does it Appeal to You to do what Jesus would do?
Have Passion to do God's Will?
Knowing the intensity, of God's Command
Spreading God's Word.. Through-out the Land
Telling Everyone You can
Sincerity Of God's Plan
God made a Way..
For His People to be Saved
Through Lamb Of God..
Jesus Christ..
Was Last Sacrifice
Jesus.. Whom went to the Cross
Seriousness to bring back.. All Us whom Lost
Our Eternal Life.. With Christ
Once Become Born-again..
Receive Forgiveness
Holy Spirit comes
Lives with-in We then be Born-again
With Eternal Soul
Fire Lit.. Zeal
Passion to Reveal God's Divine Love to all people
You'll want to Serve Only Him.. Have Divine Zest
Do His Request.. For Our Lord.. Who we Adore
Because a Witness to His Divine Word
So.. Others Become Born-again.. Saved
Have the Readiness.. For Our Lord's Coming
So.. We all can be with Our Lord In Eternity
Come to Jesus..
Within Your Heart.. tis Zeal
To Spread God's Divine Love to all
What is love is it a game that people learn to play from childhood.Love just happens to
be one of those things that we can not force,Fake,lie or even run from most of us
pretend to know what love is but in fact we end up living a lie with someone you never
really got the chance to know .Never knowing where someone heart is is a real
dangerous game some only seek love to find riches, happiness, fame or being
controlled by someone who says baby i love you .This one thing i know that real love
comes in no shape or form you don't have to force it fight with it or even pretend to
know what the other person is thinking real love comes from the inner spot called a
Human heart.
A little grey hair, a little pot belly
A little more gas, a little more smelly
Joints that will creak every time that they bend
A bladder that leaks in the night now and then
A memory lapse, they’ll forget what they hear
And little hair tuffs will grow out of their ear
Their muscles will sag along with their jowls
They’ll no longer look sleek when wrapped in their towels
But their eyes will still twinkle, their smile never cease
Their love for their ladies will somehow increase
The women who love them will wipe off their drool
Old age ain’t that bad, cause old guys – they still rule!
I really have no hobbies on a regular basis you see.
I enjoy woodworking, troubleshooting to any degree.
I do not like to cut grass with a lawn mower at all.
Though I love and enjoy weed eating, summer to fall.
My mind thinks continually, every day, upon everything.
I have no voice that has any tone, but in private I love to sing.
The only desire I have is to make others happy and enjoy life.
I definitely am not prideful, and I try to live with little strife.
written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name Tell Us Something We Don't Know
written by
cecil hickman
Some people love misery
And they create their own hell
The love to stir up trouble
Why they do it, it’s hard to tell
They have no happiness
They have no heart or soul
But most of all
They lack self control
They love to bully others
And hide behind a screen
Where they can spread the hate in their heart
Where they can not been seen
Their only agenda in life is to hurt
And cause others pain
Some do it in the name of God
And some do it to entertain
God will handle them in time
While they are looking to impress
Leave them to their own demise
Because they are obviously obsessed
L ive, laugh and love are fragrant spices of life
I n times of desperation, refreshing to the soul
V eils and smoke screens placed around each bend
E every illusion designed precisely to deceive
L et The Holy Spirit be your guide, rely not on what you see
A nd let it lead you safely through the maze
U nder currents may disengage firm footings self-assured
G ather up faith, hope, charity and love, adorn them as your shield
H old on tenaciously in the storms, for more precious than gold, you are
L eave burdens you cannot carry; let them fall where 'er they may
O ften times they tend to overwhelm, stirring up mental storms
V izualize the heart of innocents, see how no care nor worries it bears
E ach day, resolve to take the time to live, love and laugh
American Idol
Those rolling eyes and special quirks
I love the way you smile and smirk.
Sly sharp barbed Simon Cowell,
Caustic comments make me howl.
Your silent sneer and stately smear,
Make some contestants shake with fear.
That is one way to sort them out!
Before they cry, make signs, or shout.
But when someone is really good,
Before a single word is heard,
Your grin and pensive silent stare
Wait to lavishes kind praises, earned.
I love your show, its rhyme and reason.
So much talent makes watching pleasing.
Applaud grows throughout each season.
By public opinion, singers gain dominion.
Simon et al scout talents each year.
Approving smiles to each heart is dear.
King of the “Jungle…music that is.
Singing winners arise and greet “Show Biz”!
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Rhyme
I pray you don’t get grief from your bosses
I’ll have either a slap or a kiss
My friends don’t ask me about the bruises
I believe my love will help us through this.
As long as we both shall live, as we vowed
I believe that somehow you still love me
Like a swift darting through a windy cloud
I receive the blows that make unbeauty.
Learning to walk upon smashed up eggs shells
Learning when I should duck from your mood swing
Learning the tell tale signs the warning bells
In the mean while I’ll take the battering.
Embarrassing to friends and my families
A change may happen if we had babies.
It is as good of a friday as I can ever recall
everyone was pleasant if not dismayed
in a silent fashion
although I suspect
they respected
my candor
I sat and listened
smiled when necessary
and freely gave my imput
when to my astonishment I
left alone as hoped
and made the
journey
back into my
thoughtful universe
Ruminations leave me
pleasantly suprised at the
way it has all turned out
wistful but relieved at
the release of endeavors
that would have left me drained
in mind and soul
but still lacking in body
a raw heart hung
by a rusty nail
I am only beholden
to one love now
yet still I am
thankful for the tasks that
lay before me
and the labor of love that
has brought me
closer to my
progeny and
ancestry
yet far from my love
and the times that have
wrought my bones
like iron
A fool I may be
but not forlorn
my undertakings are
those from which
I cannot be torn
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