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We Say Yes

Without holding requests 
The joy of art 
Painting embarks 
Protect one another 
Grew strength from each other 
Smiles well preserved 
Love plenty in reserve 
Hearts now witnessed 
The gift of forgiveness 
God protected 
As he ressurected 
He died for our sins 
To give us a second chance to live 
Give thanks to God 
For he loves us way beyond 
Teaching it right 
For he gave us the courage inside 
New life begins 
Resided within 
We won through selfless love and forgivness 
Which God himself has witnessed 
We give him much thanks 
Through the water we drank 
Possible through mind 
Heart did remind 
We laugh and play 
We also pray 
Greatness of smiles 
We added God style 
Smiles are free 
We offer thee 
Beautiful art 
Sharing with heart 
Showing our love 
For God resides thereof 
Growing up 
We never gave up 
Through our acts of kindness 
We honor the Righteoussness
No other like him
For many have sinned
Appreciating presence 
Of our living essence

The Power and Blood of Jesus Christ

The power and blood of Jesus Christ.
How great is your love is.
You lift up the stars with your mighty arm.
Your love for mankind is sweeter then a human kiss.
You died on the cross and washed away our sins.
Even though we did not deserve it.
You cleaned us all up with your sprinkled blood and put everything in bins.
You gave us a chance of salvation.
When no one in this world sacrificed for us. You did because you cared and loved us and wanted to see our true potentials and elevation.
You said that in three days you would rise up and be ressurected.
You conquered death and gave us life after death. We have true hope now and are called sons and daughters and your number one elected. In closing I just want to say thanks for everything you done. I believe in you and receive you as my personal savior. A big thanks to the Father for giving us your one and only true son.

Space Between

There is a space between
when eyelids touch our
parturient soul
and out of this black that
Softens comes a new day
and we are again
within
reborn
with discovered Joy's.
And having been ressurected in
that space between;
a new vision clear
a sky more blue
a love more pure
a life more near.
There is a space between.

The End

The end

This year is coming to an end
Marking with a Christmas celebration in the end
I wish all squabbles
I had with any of you should end
Because it will be a new year
Marking a prime end.


The Shepherds in the night
Their flock graze
The stars in the sky gaze
At the angels delivering
The awaited news ablaze.
May you receive our Christ Jesus in peace
For He was born,lived,crucified, died
And ressurected and now rules in peace.

Tears Ressurected

Brooding clouds languished low, consoling the hills, 
as skies cast their tears onto brambles grown wild.
By chance, one small encounter would shadow the mood.
We found two age-old graves, buried deep under leaves.

As skies cast their tears onto brambles grown wild,
from a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and good,
we found two age-old graves, buried deep under leaves,
with names carved in granite in lone solitude.

From a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and good
I felt sudden anguish, arise from the past.
The names carved in granite, in lone solitude
resurrected despair, that was now ours, to bear

I felt sudden anguish, arise from the past!
Who could they be, this mother and child?
Resurrected despair, that was now ours to bear!
as skies cast their tears onto brambles grown wild.

Who could they be, this mother and child?
By chance one small encounter, would shadow the mood
As skies cast their tears onto brambles, grown wild,
brooding clouds languished low, consoling the hills



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5/18/13


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Playground of the Gods

Playing hopscotch upon the stars
Planets stare in awe at the child
Capturing the universe in a jar

Lassoing moonbeams, future rays of hope
To illuminate all dark and dreary nights
So his creation finds a way to cope

With Pluto  in his slingshots aim
He slams it into Mars
Mixes dust in cosmic rain

Atoms collide from a sonic blast
The embryo shivers into a life
That will be destined to forever last

A spiralling meteor is defleted
A crater forms deep and wide
And a vast sea is ressurected

He strips Orion of his belt
And bands it round the atmosphere
Until gravity is felt

Breath of life
A second chance
Will they get it right this time?

Fire and Ice Love Duel

      "Fire and Ice Love Duel"



fierce fire of love smoldered, melting chilled veins
frozen in tears from passion's masquerade game
a grieving heart shattered as glass windowpanes
ressurected by lovelight's intimate flame.

fire sparks lovers to trust words so gentle
as ice quells desires strong and sentimental.

elements contrast and hide deep affection
creates 'paradise' or blatant rejection.

                          *****

while embers glow softly, emotions renewed
scars from dark past wither into furnace heat
remnants of romance lost in feelings askewed
as tenderness begs to deny false repeat.

fire illuminates a wanton seared soul
for fire evokes magic moments to whole.


veniers of ice vanish in vapory mist
swallowed by love duel's eternal exist.

                   *****


*For Carol Sunshine Brown's Fire and Ice Contest.
*Written by:  Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Nov. 18, 2012.

Spring Concerto

Liquid songs from the choir of trees
The choir master's cloud score fruits the eye
Wield his baton of melodic breeze
Turning the score's white pages in blue of sky.
Rivers of melody pulsing in rocks
Muted in tumult of the waters dance. Spring now
Its piano conderto performs, clocks
Leap forward exulting, and birds beaking the bough
Of ressurected trees. I on my knees
Become a tide gospelling the leas.

Boringgggg

You don't get any footnotes.
But hey, there's no bullshitting around,
when I say I'm sitting calmly in a lull,
and that even peace comes with knowledge
of future storms and lost hope in ressurected
peace.

And you'd expect vibrance in the throbbing poet,
for raising his tongue once again, but none,
rather calm and anticipation of future days,
to conquer new storms,
because it seems that passivity is a far cry from suffering,
and too bad it's madness,
 cause we'd all be sitting on our ass,
and so, I'm going out on the town tommorow,
and I'm pretty well aware 
that it'll take generous ammounts of chemicals,
to keep me aware, alive

And experiencing, to keep me freshly mad,
and writing something, anything, but rambling diaryesque non-fiction history plays,
in which I'm stuck with Lear. So perhaps tommorow. we've a Hamlet, or a Romeo, Lysander,
and a poet-prince mad againe.

Sweet Unkown Serenity

I long for her smile and the knowledge that it is purely a repacation of my being.
I long for to be the reason she laughs for joy with nothing but thoughts of me in her mind.
I am dying to live for her and to be ressurected each morning by a mare touch of her hand.
I yearn to be the clay of joy you mould with the hands of your heart until I am shaped with the image of your soul.
I am ashamed by my desire and broken by my love, and torn by the burning passion I have to give myself to u until I am no more but ur joy.
So as I lay awake tormented by ur need and darkened by ur lack I am at ease only in my mind as I am forced to face each day without you.
So here I stand dying in body and alive in soul to roam the earth once more incomplete and incoherent but still I live and hope you see and know that love is the love of true minds and our souls and hearts are what we need to love not our bodies. I may have not seen you but who you are and what you desire is embeded in my prayers and of this I know no greater love.

Little Round Top

Bugle resounds call for another fateful charge
Bands of soldiers toward the fortified ridge barge
Enfilading fire from cannons fiery portents discharge
Infantry ranks decimated from center to marge

Wave after wave crest up the rocky redoubt
O'er boulders, mounds their heels dutifully plow
Nourishing with their blood a field so fallow
Trite fodder on a temporal battle strand; sacrificial lambs noble 
cause to hallow

Ruddy lads searing in the scorching sun;  faces sunk, complexion's 
sallow
Surrendering all future hope; boyish dreams in dying hearts so 
callow
Precious resources drained from a reservoir so shallow
Southern heroes ressurected and romanticized on nouveau tableau

Madame Rapoza

Take this card,
take any card,
and know your fate,
or discard,
both theory and invention,
my reality and yours,
ignorance and substitution,
illusion, and delusion...

Is your card not The Hermit?
The Fool's retreat,
into passivity,
into defeat...

Have you forgotten life?
Have you placed a candle at the altar,
infront of the pew,
in wretched wood,
where you took your seat,
wavering your doubtful hand,
over the demonscroll,
the bound holy sheet...

Turin Shroud,
our ressurected Lord,
confound;

silent miracle,
so soft,
with peachy flesh,
blue as The Hanged man,
...oh how he spins!

Have you ever seen rope weave,
the threads of death,
so beatifully,
reflecting the serene,
etherized,
etherealised,
in the pale sickly sheen.

Heartache Meets the Pen

There's been a lot of poems
Written about broken hearts
But, sometimes, we take for granted
From where a poem starts

It comes from silent heartaches
That's buried within our soul
Years of wasted minutes
Of the things we can't let go

Ressurected feelings
Of a love that didn't last
All the borrowed memories
Of a once forgotten past

It's the pent-up raw emotion
Of the pain we're holding in
Released to pen and paper
As a heartache meets the pen

Portrait of a Broken Dream

You painted the picture of who I should of been

The canvas began so white, so clean

Your vison was something you alone could see

A portrait of fidelity

How now do I return from such disgrace

God knows i'm in a lonely place

I know the route of lies without a map

Trusting in you, the faith I lacked

Yet I love you

I need you

Take the brush and cover over the imperfections

Belive this love can be ressurected

You cover both your beautiful eyes

Turn away from the me I so despise

Thats why I love you

Why I need you

Take the paint and begin a new

This time I vow, I will believe it too.

Apples and Oranges

Apples and oranges,
Who would have thought that such unimportant things,
Can stir such a controversy,
Who know people are willing to argue over such simple things,
Well me of course, but I do not count,
I am the the one who says the sky is purple, or green depending on my mood,
That no one catches on makes me smile.
but people get into such arguements on their own with no prodding,
So I see my little deception has no significant diffrence except maybe to make 
people think,
Thinking is good,
but so few actually do it,
Spitting out drivel just because it was spoken before,
A long lost talent that sjould be ressurected and brought to the light.

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