Willing Poems - Poems about Willing

Carry my whole heart in your pocket Send me to space with your rocket Color me willing without a cherry care Be so thrilling that I will double dare Dare to love despite the odds Of living it up among the gods I’m at a loss so it’ll be up to you To sweep us off to lovers moon Trace my lips with...

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He was a puppet master She was a willing marionette We might get married he lied She loved the idea They were together for fifty-two years He is the love of my life she told everyone Never married, for he was forever single His blank promises kept her magic hopes alive...

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O Will you be ready when the last trumpet blows? Could the USA's 47th President's second terms' Of office be, in realty, the last trumpet to sound? Before both the dead in Christ believers, and Those of us still alive born again believers, Could also very soon also flying sky high. Meeting up with, Jesus Christ's, our bride- grom, right in the...

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"300" But this won't suffice.. "It isn't exotic to pay such a price" How my sleepless nights and joy forgotten If this isn't sold my family shall be trodden The society seems correct when they say This "mere hobby" will not pay What special lies in these brushes and blobs They say And I like a fool listen in dismay "Anyone can sketch...

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Blinks of teary-filled eyes see on at a diplegic self yet mindful transparency is willing me back Back to my body as sinful warning zones alarming have deluged my mind Seized are my winks , my signals , codes in tact I deemed the eye of imagination unkind The intruder remains faceless knowing...

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There is so much we need to learn and for this knowledge, we should yearn. Life here below is like a school and no one needs to be a fool. As human beings, we love routine which helps to keep life neat and clean. Those things in life that demand change, cause us our lives, to rearrange. Some refuse to accept...

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two wily willing avocado boys dressed in costume, making lots of noise danced a ring around my sister she knows them well, calls one mister first cousins, known as the two Roys I saw them from a mile away these two crazy jokers love to play did not even roll my eyes their antics now no big surprise their costumes funny, green and gay...

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A willing heart is a willing soul Be not sad our Father in you in me He has planted seeds in US we are bearing fruits of Peace, Joy and Love we are growing blossoming and our Father's Heart We're Beloved we are always, quietly true... a willing heart is a willing soul 12/15/23 Written words by James Edward...

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From time to time Every once in a while Now and again Though as much as I love to write Due and to because What I choose to write about Comes from and down to from my inner heart And on that basis and although it is cathartic My own version and art form of expressing Delving into documenting and revealing Exposing my true self...

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we start with a willing cow maybe not willing butchers take the beast apart section by section she’s warm on my plate barbequed beef...

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As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore. Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity. What torture is this to be married to an addiction with an ironclad prenup that serves to destroy my soul. My...

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Being Willing Written: by Miracle Man 7-21-2023 God’s purpose for each is to go and do, for HIS fields are white and laborers few. God make us willing to share our belief. Using your word to bring others relief. Make us engaged, not to just grace a pew, so we’ll win lost souls before we’re through. “The reward for work well done is the...

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I knew when I was pulling on my turquoise boots that Skunk would appear. she is my semi-pet bunny; thinking herself feral, but I feed her kibble. perfect gardening weather today; I till rows, mark them with seed packets. peas, beans, carrots, radishes, lettuce, and one row of zinnias and sunflowers. Mom always planted at least two rows...

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Hide and seek the darkness, concealed tightly within my light Deeply veiled my calling card, invisible the ink with which I write Love's not all lost, carrying you with me, please hold on It's spawned, not neglecting, what I've held is not gone Orange was never meant to be your color Replacing you, there will be no other There's nowhere...

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Being is life that gives life, truth that gives truth It is not perfect, good or divine It is simply beyond all these attributes Immeasurable and unutterable It is the Silent One of Light: The Father Knowing is the light reflection of being Through whom the One itself knows himself Thought that became a shining reality...

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