Pain Quatern Poems

"A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else." John Burroughs

Bearing own fault is a virtuous...

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“One of these days I'm gonna fly”
When time stands still, His love saves me
“gonna see a million faces”
Blessed by the One who made me free

Don’t...

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The morning fresh restores the soul,
worn down from the week's weathered aim.
With some coffee that helps' the roll
in a quest for fortune and fame.

In a...

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Like a sigh, your love runs soft, well
Vast as the seas, both warm and good
One tear bids the soul fear of hell
Wade o’er the dark,...

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The morning fresh restores the soul.
Worn down from the weeks' weathered aim.
With some coffee that helps the roll.
In a quest for fortune and fame.

In a...

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War does not determine who is right - only who is left. - Bertrand Russell

It’s a darkness so sad and grim,
Dreams destroyed by the bleakest...

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The brooding nimbus in my sky
will not depart. A sunny day
I long to see, so why oh why-
I ask- will it not go away.

Why do...

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"If her ill dying be not on her own head, then on whose?"
-- a rhetorical question

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The fall appears upon...

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“God setteth the solitary in families…” Psalm 68:6 of the King James Bible.

Home assures God’s presence so blest
Where love, mercy, truth and peace reign
Nurturing members...

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WAVE  OF  FANTASY 


     Me to ripple on wave of fantasy 
     Dreamy desires sparkling...

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Like poetry in motion some sports are.
Consider Olympian skaters.
Gliding with grace, they set a high bar.
They are natural born creators.

Remember “Move like a butterfly ....

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The tortured mind 'tis that causes pain
Knowingly, to others with abandonment
Sticking out its venomous tongue again,
Dissing others, but to its own detriment.

It cannot seem to...

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How sad when things are too far gone -
when pleasures once you knew
are things no more to smile upon.
This plight for some is all too...

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Have you no shame my conscience cried
Mocking the resilience of my waywardness,
Trying to hobble my innately selfish pride
A streak of ego said it’s clearly my...

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When I look upon the roses 
I see a flower oh so fair
But the stems I touch remind me
That each their thorns they also share

I...

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