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Grading on the curve

I’ve been told, I deserve so much,
for the work I've done, for the lives I touch.

I would like to say, my dear friend,
what I deserve, is a bitter end!

I have hated, I have snapped,
people I love, I have slapped.

I have lied, I’ve also cheated,
believe it not, I have mistreated.

I have envied, I have stolen,
and many promises, I have broken. 

I’ve been selfish, and I’ve been greedy,
 too many times, I have been a bit sneaky!

I’ve wrongfully punished; and wrongfully accused,
plus for my own gain, I have spitefully used!

I've been so angry, as a sailor I've cursed,
 to be brutally honest, I have done much worse!

I’ve been encumbered, I’ve been a drunk
oh yes, my life was so full of junk!

Even though I knew that it was wrong,
all these things, I did to belong!

If you just met me, you’re probably in shock,
but in a sinful nature, yes, I sure did walk!

Then I met Jesus, I heard his good news,
and how for my sins, he was bruised!

how from the beginning, his love ran deep,
and for my own heart he did weep

For every wrong that I ever did,
he shed his blood, my sins he hid!

Now, I'm FREE; ACCEPTED; and thoroughly WASHED,
and that mean ole’ devil, is surly squashed!

Now he can’t touch me with a 10 foot pole,
for it is written, on God’s holy scroll!

Because faith in Jesus, I CONFESSED!

In my spirit, I have been CHANGED.

Now, this might sound too good to be true,
But that’s the GOSPEL, for me and you!

 You still say, we get what we deserve,
Well, I thank you JESUS, for grading on the curve!

Stacey Brown 2-7-14

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Grief and Anguish

Selfish pride and bitter feelings,
Tangled up in Satan’s dealings!

Alienation is just simply ruthless,
And will make one feel utterly useless.

When the vulnerable are left alone,
Their grief and anguish will cause them to moan!

Darkness becomes the abandon’s ark;
Fear and torment begins to embark!

The heart that lies within all men,
Needs true forgiveness now and then!

Apologies and gracious surrounding,
Will save a man from a senseless drowning!

Grace and love:  Christ is our example,
in each one of us, we have ample!

Copyright © Stacey Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Wonderful Women

Mary was a virgin girl:
With big dreams and aspirations!
An angel came to visit her:
With honor and salutations!
Troubled by his sayings:
She did not know what to think!
The angel said to Mary:
My dear, no need to shrink!

Mary you are favored,
Blessed among all women!
Ye shall bring forth a child:
A Son whom God is given!
You shall call his name JESUS!
To his kingdom there’s no end!
He will reign forever:
And from heaven he will descend!

Mary said to the angel,
How shall this come to be?
I have not known a man,
And with that he did agree!
With God’s nothing impossible,
So Mary did reply:
Behold I am God’s servant,
And his will I won’t deny!

To be so compliant;
Is just amazing in itself!
The disgrace of an unwed mother:
Could knock Mary off the shelf!
Her fiancé’ may leave her;
And her family may disown!
But Mary did not worry:
About who may cast a stone!

Seeing that she was chosen:
One might think her life was smooth.
But oh’ the lovely Mary:
Needed God to gently soothe!
From the birth of our Lord Jesus:
To the time he was crucified:
Her journey was very bumpy:
And many tears she softly cried!

Starting with a quest:
From Nazareth to Bethlehem!
A summons to pay taxes,
They set out, both of them! (Joseph and Mary)
Now Mary was great with child,
And her time would soon arrive.
With no place to deliver,
They would both have to contrive!

In a barn full of animals,
Hay, dung and fears!
Mary will now give birth,
In blood, sweat and tears!
Meanwhile, in a pasture,
Where some shepherds work a field!
Angel’s came a calling,
And our Savior is revealed!

Glory to God in the highest:
Angel’s sang, when baby breathed:
On earth, is peace, goodwill towards men!
The shepherds now perceived!
The angel’s ascend to heaven,
Yonder the shepherds go:
In her heart Mary pondered:
Of the things which God did show!

Just try to imagine:
Laying your baby in a trough?
And then fearing for his life,
While the king prowls and scoffs!
Well that is just what Mary did:
In that time and place:
When they had to run:
For baby Jesus, King Herod chased!

A king to rule over him:
He would not accept!
He killed every baby child:
As their mother’s wept!
I just cannot fathom:
What Mary must have felt.
Joy for her baby:
Yet, with grief she must have dealt!

Traveling home from Jerusalem:
After feast and celebration!
Mary lost her precious boy:
She could not find his location!
When he was discovered,
Frantic she did ask:
Son why did you leave us?
In sorrow we did bask

Every mother has known:
The fear of losing a child!
Mary was no different:
For three days her fear compiled!
I am sure there was weeping:
Praying with despair!
While Joseph tried to calm her:
With love and tender care!

She couldn’t apprehend:
What his life would turn out to be.
But, Mary as his mother:
Felt free to go and see!
She followed with his brothers:
And listen to him speak!
He spoke about family:
His family, he did critique!

Sisters and brothers:
And mothers we also see!
Are not bound together:
By a family tree!
From our Father in heaven;
Families are made!
Now, did Mary understand?
The price she had paid!

Mary’s little boy,
Was no longer her own!
He belongs to the people:
And as kin he is known!
Gripping at her heart strings:
Affliction had to arise:
As a mother of a son,
That might feel like my demise!

News of his capture:
Must have brought a scare!
How did Mary deal?
Did she run straight there?
When Jesus was beaten:
Did she watch all alone?
How did she refrain?
As he was whipped to the bone!

A crown of thorns:
They pressed upon his head!
He was dripping in blood:
His flesh was bright red!
Nails were deeply driven:
Through his hands and feet!
Crying out he said:
My God, why so discrete?

She stood by the cross:
And watch her baby die!
She pondered in her heart:
For the reason why!
Is it worth it?
Did Mary dare to ask?
For the love of God:
She must complete her task!

Yet, it pleased the Father:
For him to suffer!
To give his life:
For another!
To shed his blood:
Would only prove our WONDER!
JESUS gave it all:
Our sins to cover!

As my heart is wrenching:
I can’t help but wonder!
Did Mary even hear?
Those sounds of thunder!
The earth was shaking:
The rocks did rent!
The veil was torn:
And Mercy was sent!

With a broken heart:
Tear filled eyes!
Could Mary see?
Where his love lies!
Her baby boy:
Who brought some travail!
In the end:
Did definitely prevail!

Mary was chosen:
And highly favored!
And for our God,
 She willingly labored!
She had troubles:
Plus sorrow and grief:
Yet, she pondered God’s word:
This fought off the thief!

The wonder of this woman:
Is most definitely overt!
And your wonder is also:
So please let me assert!
Jesus arose:
Three short days later!
Redemption came:
And so did your favor!

God loves his creation:
A plan he has made!
He is not partial:
Nor, will he invade!
He leaves it to us:
To trust in his name:
So just like Mary:
Let his will take aim!

Now, ponder his word:
For it is real clear!
In Jesus we’re blessed:
Favored and dear!
We also have purpose:
Just like the Virgin Mary!
It is to share Jesus:
WONDERFUL WOMEN; don’t tarry!

No one can go to the Father:
Except through the Son!
And God uses his children:
To get the job done:
So if you refuse,
To share his love!
The world won’t know:
This Rock from above!

He is personal:
Yet, he is for all!
Proclaim his love:
It’s your curtain call!
Go into all the world:
And share his good news!
Mary’s child has risen:
It’s your turn to choose!

Stacey Brown

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His lovely wife is named Heaven
She scolds him seventy times seven
Yet, Big Joe just never really cared
In Heaven he lives happily, hearing impaired!

Stacey Brown 2-6-14
Dr. Ram Mehta contest
Husbands are in heaven
whose wives scold not

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Light as a feather


Gam-ma and baby were spending the day.
Looking for ways to laugh and to play!

Baby said Gam-ma I want to dance!
Twirl me PLEEEASE, will you give it a chance?

Gam-ma said, “baby, it has been too long:
Since I have danced, let’s just sing a song”!

Oh twirl me Gam-ma, twirl me PLEEEASE!
Oh twirl me Gam-ma, just like the breeze!

You can sing a song as we twirl around.
Oh pretty PLEEEASE  Gam-ma, we won’t fall down!

So around and around, Gam-ma and baby twirled together.
Till the room was spinning, and they were as light as a feather!

Gam-ma stopped so that she and baby could rest.
But baby said “twirl again, oh PLEEEASE” she pressed!

We need to rest Gam-ma desperately said.
We need to rest, as she held tightly her head!

PLEEEASE, PLEEEASE, sweet baby cried.
Again and again, sweet baby sighed! 

So around and around, Gam-ma and baby twirled together.
Till the room was spinning, and they were light as a feather! 

While singing a song they both wiggled and jiggled.
Twirling around, Gam-ma and baby laughed and giggled!

Written for my sweet Karaline 3-30-14
Stacey Brown

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Your kiss From Heaven

Your kiss from heaven caressed my cheek.
It made me feel safe, yet a little weak!

Confusing thoughts ran through my head.
Is this for real, or just misread? 

With the Risen Son, they claim I’m new!
But in my mind, I cannot construe!

I’m not standing on a small hill.
I’m still climbing, I just can’t be still.

That little hill became a mountain.
In my heart I cry out, shout’in!

“If the Risen Son has made me new:
Then why am I so sad and blue?

In the dawn of day, I just can’t see.
The dark of night won’t let me be!

This parched ground makes me athirst.
From whence will water be dispersed"?

With the Risen Son, newness falls!
And with it profound wisdom calls!

Your kiss from heaven is slowly fading.
In my mind, Satan is indeed raiding!

Oh my goodness what can I do?
I think I heard, spend time with you?

I just don’t have much more to lose.
I guess my bible I will use!

Many years, have since passed by.
But that kiss, still makes me sigh!

O’ that kiss, that touched my cheek:
Made me strong and not weak!

Because of it, inspiration grew! 
With the Risen Son, can I be new?

I know from heaven your kiss came.
And with it, you took all my shame!

I gave nothing in return
 Yet, for my heart, you did yearn!

In the Risen Son, I believe I’m new!
Could this really be my point of view?

Yes Yeshua, you have made me new!
Your kiss from heaven pulled me through!

You gave me strength within my soul.
In my life, I give you control!

I am now your devoted wife!
Jehovah, your kiss changed my life!

                                                                                                                                        Stacey Brown

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Oh’ poor Mr. Brown
His heaven, is the bar downtown
At home he wished it be
But much scolding, endures he.

Stacey Brown 2-5-14

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Rhyming Poem

A poem that simply does not rhyme: 
In my opinion, has no chime.
The bells and whistles of a rhyming sequence,
Is the kind of music, my ears need frequent!
 How I admire the writer, who rhymes a story, 
 with creative words and is explanatory.
 I am completely raptured by the rhythm of a speaker, 
as he unravels his epic, to the  hungry seeker.
I love those moments of anticipation, 
as words flow with perfect collaboration.

The tales may be true, fictitious, or blue:
about a horse, a dog or even a shrew.
A child, a man, a box in the attic,
pure love, or hate, and also pragmatic!
A saga, a myth, a cow jumping over the moon,
The spring, the winter, or a hot day in mid-June!
The element of immeasurable surprise,
may bring happiness, weariness,  or crying eyes.
You can’t put a number on rhyming possibilities,
There may even be some that bring severe hostilities!

I know there are those that think I am just silly,
 some may even call me a country hillbilly!
One can even assert, that I may be a bit slow,
 since at age forty-nine, Dr. Seuss still sets me aglow. 
For, when it comes to rhyming, I get frivolously delirious.
 I suppose I could add that I am really not that serious!
Now, whatever your style of poem might be,
 don’t for a moment, stop to think about me.
Just be creative with everything that you write,
 and know our God in heaven wants you to take flight!

                                                                                                                Rhyme, Battle

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Signs of God

Stars take flight, in the darkness of night!
The sun’s shadow echo’s, there is light!
Embossed in nature, bright colors abounding!
The mountains, valleys and canyons, astounding! 
Moon beams illuminate, the vast deep blue!
And exploits of love and grace, trickle through!
Victory, hope, death defeated!
Life eternal!
In Christ completed!

Stacey Brown
“God bursts everywhere”
Contest by: DR Ram Mehta

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Tresure Chest

Sitting at the very top of my closet,
a small cedar chest, with treasures I did deposit. 
It was Christmas gift my sweet cousin gave,
for years it has sat there, as if in a grave!
With broken hinges and a defective lock,
 I will now open it; take reflective walk!

Amongst my treasures, is my grandma’s script; 
 written May fifth, Nineteen-seventy-six.
It must have been sent just before she died.
Because that was the year, my daddy cried!
Withered, torn, and barely legible,
to part with it, seems unethical.

Some special notes from Marie,
That date back to eighty-three.
She and I were the best of friends,
and we kept up with all the trends.
Eighties hairstyles: yea, we did rock,
To ACDC, and not ever to Bach!

A faded card from a stripling lad,
my high school sweetheart, I must add!
A ticket stub from a real Pecos rodeo,
I suppose this was kept for braggadocio!
A red toy convertible Volkswagen bug,
My dream vehicle, when I was young and smug!

In this wonderful stack of silly riches,
A valentine note puts me in stiches.
Penned by my husband’s masculine hand,
he expresses his love sure is grand.
And that is why he feels me up,
I think I’ll save this loving cup!

There is a chart I do recall,
It prepared me for something small.
A little prayer written down,
nine months later she came around!
With a baby girl I was blest,
As she feed upon my breast!

A Western Union telegram,
I took a second to exam.
The name written in black ink,
is to me my missing link!
Her presence always made me calm,
She lives heaven, she is my mom!

You asked me what’s in my treasure chest,
precious memories; who would have guessed?
Thanks for this time of reminiscing,
Oh’ how this life is sure worth living!
It might be time to toast some champagne,
To the future, and to memory lane!

Copyright © Stacey Brown | Year Posted 2013