Prayer Rhyme Royal Poems

Ears, two appendages I fear, 
pressure applied against the one who steers.
Pain distracts all sight, 
light drives agony into effect.
Tears fall as visions fade, Strength...

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I question Adam’s hymn, O’ Holy Night,
while I retreat upstairs on Christmas Eve
comparing his to mine to fill the night:

His was a quill that spilled...

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Listen to the voice as it’s calling you
Rise from the strings that holds you
See the way where it seems not be
A stride after a stride,...

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Thank You Father
Thank You Father for Your Word
to guide us each day as we go our way

Thank You Father for Your Son
Who died, was buried,...

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Money consceous in precise.
It's a bone thrown to domesticated dog,
My whole life was set on clock,
Narrow way wasn't part of my want...
Broadway was a prioritised...

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He sat on his tree stand looking out
Over a field layered in frost.
He’d found his way without doubt,
Even in darkness he didn’t get lost.
Getting up...

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When heaven is shut up, and there is no rain,
because they have sinned against thee; if they
pray toward this place, and confess thy name,
and turn...

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Good morning Lord, it’s time to say hi
Your grace is always on a standby
to make me favoured just as the Jew.
Bless my sight with a...

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Yes, he died on the cross
For you and for me
Still he preached his word
Through all the pain and agony.

From the nails that were driven
Into his...

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For nine years we lived in a living hell
It was later than sooner he arrived in a cell
We wanted to run and hide from this...

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Pope Francis brings the aroma of Spirituality
When it comes being a Christian, it’s pure reality
He was a warrior from Heaven being the chosen word
Through God,...

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At first, I thought
(mere) words
were singing to me.
How beautiful the words
that rhyme.
They play on a harp –
on love and on life,
on you and on me...

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Surrounded now by wreathes and satin sheets
awash in tears like crystal coursing down
your ivory visage stirs thoughts of Keats,
the onyx black of ringlets 'bout your...

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Consider: artists paint without a word,
their colors full and characters extreme.
At first though pictures seem eccentric, blurred, 
transparent symbols can begin to stream.

Success takes shape...

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Night of fitful dreaming, I have slept ill

In torturous musings of manic frame

Mindful of Juliet my thoughts did fill

The only drawback is Capulet name

Two warring...

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