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A Message From God

A Message From God
by M. Griswold
06172020

For those that have ears open them and hear.
A message from God given to me loud and clear.
For those of true faith be ready and do not fear.
Because I am coming soon and the end is near.

 For those having eyes, open them so you may see.
Of the prophecies and judgements foretold to be.
They are coming true sooner than later listen to me.
God loves us all and wants us to heed this last plea.

Continue not in your sinful ways and return to Him.
For those that don't, have a future truly dark and grim.   
They will have no hope of redemption skinny nor slim.
And be as ripened cheese's green mold, cut away trim.

For those that have eyes and ears let them understand.
The destruction will be final just as He has planned.
All put in motion in the beginning by His command.
This is His message through me scribed with my hand.

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Upon This Naked Parchment Bare

Upon this Naked Parchment Bare
by M. Griswold
07202022

Every stroke is dimensional against this naked parchment bare.
Until the words appear, getting them to share their mystery there.
And when the master makes them dance and line-up in their roles.
Each noun or verb speaks its own tone, whether tis highs or lows.

The spilled ink Waltz's across the page leaving marks in every place.
Little footprints of magical notes from an imaginations rightful space.
A puzzle fantastic as the master creates those pieces in tight filled form.
Each stanza stands upon the other, to brace against times wholly storm.

Upon this weary paper, those many words will stand firm, forever more.
Sharing each and every hidden passion that's within a story to explore.
Of an epic that was hidden, is now told by the voice given to fully tell.
And whether it be fact or fiction, is however the master weaves his spell.

Until finally the master's work is complete in its telling of a mind’s tale.
To lay upon its bed in rest for all to bare and be judged enough for sale.
Whether for coin or just a valued view, is the price that's set into fact.
For if the master’s work is good or bad, tis upon the readers eyes to act.

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Your Imagination

Your Imagination
by M. Griswold
06172023

The mind has its own type of freedom.
So, you can do whatever you want too.
So, you can go wherever you wish to go.
So, you can be whoever you choose to be.

It's all up to you within your head to see.

Never stop looking for that which isn't there.
Never stop believing in beyond somewhere.
Always keep the faith within your mind’s eye.
For the power of imagination will let you fly.

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Believe In Yourself

Believe in Yourself
M. Griswold
04262019

Believe in yourself with all your heart.
Because your are in unique piece of art.
Your special, there's only one like you.
With gifts and talents given to pursue.

Believe in yourself fully body and soul.
No garbage are you in part or in whole.
Don't waste your time with a negative lie.
Focus on Positives to which you can rely.

Believe in yourself to be good and true.
Then follow the right path that's just for you.
God made you to sing a most beautiful song.
One that is very special and never is wrong.

So believe in yourself in whatever you do.
Let no one tell you your dumb or a cuckoo.
For hopes and dreams can always come true.
Just as long as you always believe in you.

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I Am

I Am
by M. Griswold
04082020

I am the sweetness in your desires that be.
I am the passion in a hot fire's intensity.
I am the caring in a tender touches caress.
I am the gentle in it's full gentleness.

I am the angel of hope for what can be.
I am a teasing demon tempting irresistibly.
I am a tear in a yearning lonely heart's sum.
I am those emotions that will surely come.

I am that gaze in a lover's longing eye.
I am those dreams on which you can rely.
I am all things that you  need me to be.
For I am His love that fills so completely.

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Do Dreams Ever Die

Do Dreams Ever Die
by M. Griswold
08112020

When one who dreams passes from this life unto death.
Do all those dreams dreamed lose their spirit and breath?
Do the dreamer’s dreams follow them into their grave?
To never live again for whom those dreams were gave.

Dreamers come, and dreamers go upon this time plain.
They've been given a gift to dream so all the world may gain.
Some visions are too great and are never to be believed at all.
But then, dreams are only as big as the dreamer can recall.

If the dreamer only dreams a dream and never tells anyone.
Then those dreams never really exist and are less than none.
But if the dreamer is faithful to the gift and believes it is true.
And becomes real only when seen by others, like me and you.

A truly great dream will live beyond all time and measure.
And will always be remembered as a dreamer’s true treasure.
The dreamer is only the messenger that delivers his dreams.
But dreams live on through other’s memories flowing streams.

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Would You Miss Me

Would You Miss Me
by M. Griswold
04132020

Would you miss me if I didn't call?
Would you miss me, miss me at all?
Would you care if I wasn't even there?
Would you miss all the love we share?

My soft  gentle touch, would you miss?
My Tender sweet words of passion's bliss.
A loving caress from me, would you miss?
Or even care for the absence of my kiss.

Would you feel empty from the lack of me?
Would you experience a hollow heart's frailty?
Would you wear a smile or a longing frown?
Would you miss me if I just wasn't around?

I wonder, I ponder in questioning reflections.
Only because of your seeming lack of affections.
Would you miss my loving attentions ever so small?
Would you miss me, miss me even a little at all?

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Your Beauty Makes Me Nervous

Your Beauty Makes Me Nervous
by M. Griswold
04122020

Your beauty makes me nervous in a very special way.
Speech grows deadly silent for forgetting what to say.
When your eyes meet mine my breath is wisped away.
Your charm holds me captive in dumbfounded display.

Your beauty make me shy in a bashful, sheepish way.
To much the red upon my cheeks, emotions do betray.
When you smile it's as if the night suddenly turns to day.
The warmth of your presents is as a flower turned bouquet.

I don't know how to approach for my shyness does weigh.
So I write this pitiful letter of a nervous heart in dismay.
I dare not believe or think so within my selfishness I pray.
Such beauty as yours would have some time for me someday.

Your beauty makes me nervous in a very beautiful special way.
I lose all that I am within your presents, my heart’s stolen away.
I wish that I wasn't so afraid and be more boldly brave to say,
"Would you come out with me for a cup coffee or tea some day?"

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Big'Ns

Big'ns
by M. Griswold
08182008

Big'ns is big'n as big'ns can be.
For if it's a big'n it's abnormally huge, you see.

Some big'ns are big'n skinny, other big'ns are oversized tall.
But the ones you gotta watch out for are the big'ns that fall.

There's big'ns that are big'n dumb, but we won't mention names.
Then there's the big'n you hooked but got plumb away, you claims.

Big'n sassy is another grand example of what a big'n can be,
cause mostly be'n sassy is a full mouth of large stupidity. 

Some women rightly got big'ns and some men do too.
But those big'ns are as different as a nut and a screw.

So please don't confuse who or what a big'n can be.
For a big'n ta be a big'n is all in how you perceive.

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The Easter Bunny

The Easter Bunny
by M. Griswold
04122020

The Easter Bunny comes only but once a year.
Just like Santa Clause he brings us holiday cheer.
But rather than gifts wrapped in ribbon and bow.
This bunny hops around hiding eggs to and fro.

The Easter Bunny works real hard day and night.
Painting all his eggs till they're colored just right.
Then the night before Easter he takes them all
and loads them into his straw basket big and tall.
  
 Nobody ever sees him because he comes in the night.
Then hides all those eggs here and there out of sight.
He's fast and clever finishing before anyone knows.
Then, fluffy tail and all he vanishes, poof, then goes.

Waking up on Easter morning is fun for us all to see.
Now we get to search for what he's left you and me.
Running here, looking there we're just hoping to find.
Those colorful gifts that the Easter Bunny's left behind.