Write Rubaiyat Poems

"... The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord." Romans 6:23 of the King James Bible

Christmas shows compassion in action's best
Exemplified...

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It seems that time...is calling out my name
As raindrops beat ..upon the windowpanes
While scanning through the pages...of my life
In a book...where empty pages...still remain

What, I...

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Night grows silent, nary a sound
The best time to write, I have found,
to compose poetic impressions.
Pages in leather tomes, they're bound.

Lines of repentant expressions,
attesting to...

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Of late, I seem unable
To write a song or fable.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine;
I seem to be unstable.

Now recently, I’m shaking;
My muscles have been aching.
I...

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"Chugging through life, we've come far,
pause dear hearts, to ask who we are."
           ...

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These days I feel things have gone wrong -
like words have vanished from a song
I used to always love to hear!
For long-ago good times I...

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Propelled to accomplish my heart’s desire
through God with His wisdom that does inspire
I thank Him for granting great fulfillment
enabling me to write till I retire.

As...

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Sorry for the fake
Just realized I made a mistake
Often, I don't admit
!st one I did make

Ok, That was a lie
Let's just let it fly
I won't...

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At night I go to sleep with dread,
a picture jumps into my head;
I hear the thumping of wings-  then,
a bird in a glass jar...

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 The Jewel…

There is a circular path which I walk there,
Every day is the same, does not matter where. 
The mornings and the nights, they...

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I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your...

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A circumhorizontal arc
Ice halo's distinctive hallmark
Cirrus clouds' plate shaped ice crystals
Rainbow colors markedly stark  

Scientists have explained riddle
Some may have received a metal
For setting...

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I

School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Dal-rice, clock ticking away in delight;
Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop, 
Get to her class before the...

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I have written some real bad poems in my day,
so many questionable words-  I must say;
but although poor, inferior, I love my janky,
in...

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They gives a us a voice, but don't want us to speak.
The president's black I bet he doesn't write his own speech.
Words that he speaks...

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