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Michael Rice Poem
Shades of pink paint the sky
gentle waves kiss my feet
return again to the sea
seagulls cry
Sun rises to bring the day
the dampness of the night
fading away
a new day
On the horizon specks of white
sailboats passing by
dolphins run alongside
unafraid
footprints in the sand
I am not alone
a kindred spirit
passed this way
seashells appear
driftwood too
remnants of the sea
treasures for me.
Pale red now the sky
the sun
peeks through the trees
bringing to life the beach
seabirds scurry around
there next meal to find
between each wave
is where their bounty lies
little diamonds dancing
sunlight on the sea
the beauty of it all
here for you and me.
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Michael Rice Poem
From Psalm 23:5
"Thou preparest a table before me, in the presence of mine enemies"......
On a table before me,
I see
A bowl of Peace
as I look I see mine enemy worry
I see
A bowl of Love
in the presence of mine enemy hate
I see
A bowl of Joy
in the presence of mine enemy weakness
A Feast for me, and you
in the face of our enemies.
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Michael Rice Poem
I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood
A lonely bob white sitting on the fence
whistling his heart out, I can only guess
his seranade was a lonely plea
here I am, please, come to me.
Standing knee deep in prarie grass
grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade
the smell of the hot earth
rising into my face, oh I miss that place
A corn snake slivers back under the fence
escaping into the corn field
over the hard clumps of ground
of the tired, plowed soil.
The smell of rain in the distant sky
is only passing by
a welcome sight to behold
but not meant for here, not today
A lonley cow bell tells me now
old bossie will soon be here
as she makes her daily trek
through the pasture into the pond
Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too
puffy white clouds in a sky so blue
all come together and bring back to me
a warm summer day, a long time ago.
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Evening time has come
toils of the day are done
watch the setting sun
change the face of the sky
the evening sun sinks
into the horizon
sounds of the night
begin their symphony
birds begin to roost
their chatter slowly fades
creatures of the night
take their place on the stage
The moon rises slowly, announcing
the changing of the guard
coolnes felt all around
Earth surrendering her warmth
As the sun hides her face
Welcome to the Night.
g.mattingly 2011
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Michael Rice Poem
Our hearts are intertwined
together they beat as one
woven with a silver needle
bound with a golden thread
Stronger than the will of man
when two hearts collide
in unison they abide
now and forever
Swept away magically
to a place only we can know
where our hearts live,
thrive and grow
Storms may brew
and threaten all
clouds of gray
will come our way
the strength of love
and the way we care
when the sky is clear
we'll be there
May others learn
when they see
how perfect
a love can be.
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The seventh suffering of Jesus Christ
in the outer courts of heaven
fulfilling the order of the sacrifice
that was burned – in the heavenly temple
(The Daily Sacrifice)
He was burned – to a crisp
didn't even have any skin left
the father God said – confirmed in the old testament
LEST HE BLOW AWAY
But through that seventh suffering
his blood – was turned to fire
In which
every living thing - hath died
His flesh – was turned into fire
of which every living thing hath died
His breath – his last breath
God reached and got it – possessed it
was turned into fire
in which every living thing hath died
He said at that day
when my people begin to enter in
in obedience to my fulness
He said - I turn their blood – and their flesh
and their breath into the fire – into the blood,
flesh and breath of my son.
And in them Every Living Thing – HATH DIED.
Their Diseases Die
Their Weaknesses Die
Their Worries Die
Their Desires Die
I make my angels – ministering spirits
My Ministers – FLAMES OF FIRE.
The Blood hath destroyed, his fire hath consumed
All works of Satan – HATH DIED.
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Awaken to the melody
of the falling rain
gentle teardrops
on the pane
the clouds have gathered
during the night
to bring to her
this wondrous sight
the crackling fire
shares it's warmth
she's thankful
for the hearth
now it's time
for her to read
while on the sill
the raindrops bead
the sun will appear
the birds will sing
rainy day woman
can do her thing.
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Michael Rice Poem
Guide me Lord,
that your light may shine,
bring forth to others
your words not mine
Where troubles have spoiled,
erased many a smile
your truths and wisdom
will make it all worthwhile
To paint upon a face
when someone is down
a glow of happiness
and take away a frown
If I may lift up a soul,
imparting your word to bring
hope, joy and peace
then my heart will sing.
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Like an ancient garden,
paths intertwined
thoughts of man
cover the ground
roses bloom
stand the test of time
weeds unwanted also there
take their place
tho no one cares
fragrancies fill the air
each one
bearing its own gift
some more pleasing,
easy to adore
others lying bare.
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Standing proud among the thorns
tis time to go
only a memory
that slowly fades
Capture the beauty
while you can
the final act
enjoy the show
One by one
the petals fall
till there are
none at all
A gentle breeze
a kiss goodbye
takes this beauty
from my eyes.
mr 2012
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