Rendering Poems - Poems about Rendering

Life hit me hard on the face I became vulnerable Even when I know many It's like I know none None is ready To support or give a helping hand. Everyone wants me to be loyal Even when they know I am royal Everyone wanna bend me Even just for bread They only come after me Anytime I'm down and vulnerable. Life keeps...

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In the composing of every liberated poet of poetic justice, every pen is a freestyle composition irrespective of structural rendering of the divine birth-wording that has been given from the supreme conductor’s wand’s instructions as to where to be and go in the rhythmic flow of the frothing waves of awareness shared in the imaging canvas of eyes and ears to behold that of the essence of freed minds whose souls are as deep empty wells waiting to be filled with...

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To Divine Wisdom And Guidance In Poetic Rendering Despite today’s debilitating oppressive flows, We must continue to pen the loving way to go:- We must continue to uplift and stream inspirations; Guiding us all towards the...

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May 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 60-62 Key Verse – Psalm 62:12 Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work. MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR RENDERING TO ME ACCORDING TO MY WORK Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s diligence Ever regarding my earnest obedience While...

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A Poet’s Loss I walked at length and wondered! In the icy, pouring rain:_ Wind mercilessly howling, What I had done in vain! How a friendship went asunder! My true, heartfelt,pain. Your poet’s pen just scowling, In stuffy, vain and arrogant disdain! 3-24-2022 * Stop thinking it was you! I wrote this...

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undress-- render to me those fault clothing; those appeasers that hinder your pours; unshackle-- unloose those harness; mental verbiage from your past; lock up the presents past being the future tense; unveil the crossings over; over cross the veil; un... -RENDERING 7/2/19 Written words by James Edward Lee. Sr. © 2019...

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A-im to P-lease the Father, R-endering real worship I-nside the temple of the true L-ord God. Topic: Birthday of April Jane Elico (April 24) Form: Acrostic Cinquain...

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Dismal spirits find me jovial to their relief, searching for ways to cut their ties to death, in spite of their search for an end. Lights go dim, flash, and then die for only two reasons I'm told. Winds burn hot, and clouds dance to music with a nimble two step. I find cumbersome curiosity culpable, and random happenings within...

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(I'm into a little bit of social service because of which I got a chance to visit a psychiatric center yesterday.  This poem is my personal experience) Walking into the campus, I could feel the difference Some strange but true smiles came for my welcome Inspite of the smiles on their faces I could feel their pain Those smiles were...

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Mystical Rendering Spirit in the sky clouds blue and stationary Thought and Universe 07/20/2014...

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Once more do I find myself Beyond that of night Timeless within moment’s wealth Of moments to be given sight Enabling myself for the limits Beyond all for perhaps a higher calling Across where time and space meets With a portraiture in finality for the painting Yet a picture I do not yet see Painting with empty words... an empty mind However much else if...

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solemn ice blue sky then invades an eagle high winter winds blow hard 6 a.m. December 21, 2012 (written) Cynthia...

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red roses in bloom beneath my lover's window pruned to perfection Cynthia...

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breakers crash trees sway charcoal clouds on skies of gray… Sun on Holiday...

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"Man, I love that Dire Straits song "Brothers In Arms" ", he said in the kitchen "That Hammond organ just takes me drifting..." Through wormholes and lunar craters in a UFO. Friends, nuclear waste, pain, insomnia, vacuum salesmen, all disappear in a single tone. "Rosie!!!...bring me a Listerine soaked tissue for my cold sore...Ahh! That's the medicine!" She struts by...

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