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~ Morning Wheat ~ (A Pros Poetry Works) ~
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""Grace,
faith
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patience,
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mercy joy belief,
humility and true absolution,
who themselves do not desire
or cry out from within, for the
solace and security of this... ?"
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"For I have felt and seen,
that gracious, love exults the very
principals ... and generous surrender for
all eternity of their open will."
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Soaring higher,
inspiring and relative to this; far
beyond the normal a true originality
stands alone, lives Honestly boldly,
Openly Willingly, remains connected,
centered and free, is confined
never within itself,
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looks for a perfect home amid
the mix revealing for all the goodness
frosting the butter cake welcomes the
test of time stays at home within the
heart of what is real; challenges only
itself offers its hope to another
to live a life; as irrefutable
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Because
I believe true
humility is innocent
and free; evolving through
life continually aspiring before
God and man to move in gratitude;
and being Heavenly, and gracious,
tenderly aware; it is always
surrendering itself to
the opportunity
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remaining
unconditionally
faithful to this principal;
and overtly willing to abide in
peace and passionate unity with
the World around it; thereby
being recreated; itself; before
the brevity of it's days given
whatever, the limitation;
or matter".
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"Perfect innocence,
hopefulness and liberty overt
from the day they were born, raging
winds could not defile because docile,
they remain amenable, an endearing vision
of truth, though however fragile."
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"No greater joy is there for me, nor
anything more divine, bridging the
expanse, between bitter abhorrence ... my
own tendentiousness ... unbridled greed,
a genuine ... injustice, and
immeasurable peace."
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"So taken in by the wheat fields
supplicating mid conciliate winds, teeming
I tarried to view them as I did amble along
amid the swaying stalks so very felicitous to
be alive, and in quiet reverence, to my Father;
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touched by their faithfulness
I offered again to Him
for His promise
culminated
for me;
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my essence.""
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Standing up tall holding my own leaning hard headlong into the wind yes I believe I have heard felt seen it all it seams.
Been down on the row held my hand up high up on the bush - but yes time tells me to not worry - Lord has been carrying me for some time now.
If I could write you a sonnet I would, but; I haven't the clue of that form.
Yeah all that I know, is to write in Joy and embrace the wind time and the realities as they are; and come.
Though broken, I feel it can bring one to be enlightened through time, if a prayer is given for this and the heart to remain open with no strings attached and so yes if this is achieved, the Sun so to say is sure to rise again in the morning, and the World will march on together in Peace and so this Hope will remain, "Love Mercy and Forgiveness - selflessness - will always be the keys to winning with God and one another - and the time it takes to share a kind word with the one who is down - well brilliant; it will always be a greater life - and in general the days will not be as tough as it is to live in a place Hell bent my friend depending solely on-Hate erroneously alluding to and believing that that alone will make all the difference ... and keep one safe.
"Yeah ha ha, I Laugh!"
Yes and having relied on Hate as a fix all answer all before myself well from bitter experience; I tell you it never did help - yeah and I tell you one more thing friend I know now Hate in all of its selfishness intended and ultimate suffering; it-never will ... . No no it never-will.
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"Who
is this
speaking
what can I
say for the
bereaved - lost
amid the shell of
their bitterness
and abhorrence?"
"Who will reject this
speak for their plight
rejoice with them, us;
lest I am anyone the
one but who is for
everyone who is any
one?"
"Which friend from
the expressions worn
upon the falling leaves, I
can tell now time a gift is
much shorter than what I
often believe."
""Like moths with dark shadows
in their eyes children running and playing
in their absence with no reflection of time driven
by their guilt and heavy hands of shame; who are
they now the bereaving?" - "Because I know the
cost uneven, of pride - the cost is more and is
always cutting, cutting me down - one that
is always cutting them - you.""
~ Love lost, the aching desire
burning within.
Frail, though, will I rise,
greater before days,
because promised,
hope chance,
verity my
faith these
gentle
whispers
echo the
opportunity,
and so it is to
them I answer, fall
before. For this, God,
I know would never negate. ~
""For me... all of us, I believe leaves they are the Purest Example
of God's Love Patience and Mercy; shown to us - and as Seasons are
always changing along with them; what He gave me, you - which is what
the Goodness and Promise of what Any True Opportunity is; is what I feel
is one that is just as Honest and Open, just as Willing, needed; wanted for
any one, "anyone... !""
""So sown now in this time left friend I must tell you - I would wish
to be anything if found worthy to be the one caught, cut, killed -
working for The Greater Idea of Peace - and so as he came
to the grand corner, he walks away tossing a leaf behind
him the last words from him; being - "Stop
all wars" time being what it is;
is
too
short!"
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""Entirely you know
I cannot change
the whole of the
World all on my
own." -
"Or can I?"
"I mean whom
better to start
with?""
""Yes, finding I
am; Humility
raises no
defense
or real
doubt for-
nor rouses
up no great
fear against -
one better yet
yes offers no
consequence."
to anyone, thing;
"freely bow's down;
in only direct
reflection to
itself.""
"So yes rather than
win can you lose be
rather wrong than right -
surrender everything keep
stirring the pot friend yes not
let the beans burn." -
"Yeah ha Ha ho yo oh yes don't you
know how hard out of my way I'd be
sure to go just to avoid that?""
""I am so-curious; "Brilliant!" everything
is used for something, so to Grace I lend
a knee; heart, open mind hand."" -
"Some barter's made yes some sold are
bought and sold and re-bought again and
again. entirely" -
""Heaven knows I have bought that Farm
before; sold a lot of priceless - valuables in
my time I cannot ever wage enough
collateral to buy back."
"My very soul included, Ex-Wife Life -
Children, yeah I tell you I sold it all, yes, my
entire family."" - "Vivid" fond their memory's"-
But I would not change a thing, if I had to
do it all again. ""Yes time and time again;
Because I wouldn't be the man I am today
if it were not for all of the mistakes;
lessons learned, of my past.
"But you know I know I could never-barter
with God for any true faith in my own
security." -
No no I cannot bargain with Him, to reach
a place, vision as Blissful Peaceful; Pure;
as that;
"HEAVEN!"
""So to fill a weary soul, He taught
me, a bowl of Copperhead soup."
"Well I tell you now friend sure
makes for a fine; cleansing-dish.""
""With white-wine salad lemon
pepper chard finger size
copperhead steak patty's on
the side -
"Lima beans -
fresh milk cornbread
yeah they all provide
a quick cooling, for
a real real;
spicy kick ... !""
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True Love is unconditional and being a big old grump myself sometimes yes a big old grizzly ... without my coffee its the treasure for me so very hard to come by in this world, today." Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural freedom of rhyme, and the certain reverence stirring in the spirit of a home that lives only for this, one pure reason."
Seen now and viewed in the likeness of the orange and red brown and yellow of a joyous leaf blowing free in the ease of the wind, and knowing the sound of a new hope rising to greet the greener grasses, thriving amid the perfect beauty growing in plain view of the other side of the morning. Stirring in the depths of your heart and the well, of your soul riding high atop the puffy white clouds above, billowing up to greet the light of Heaven.
Yes those temperate and ever wonderful things. Like the birds chirping fondly and the gentle sounds of my toddlers' laughter, and slippery wet little kisses given by the tender lips of an angel. As you hear a violent shouting wake up, wake up and a rap tap tapping, on Heavens bedroom door. As then your awakened again get up step up onto a buzzer toy. Slip stumble to the challenge of not spilling the coffee, and you dance once more with your lovely Daughter in the kitchen. In front of your wife's Mother and hers sweet Grandmothers picture. Hanging humbly on the wall as you tip your Daughter again extending yourself as you always do each morning to straiten it. As you fumble about teetering holding on to your Daughter on the edge of your feet as she smiles at you as you spill it and yell oh no tenderly and you ask the wife if she could grab the morning paper.
Yes that freaky tone of a squeaky wet balloon, and the ongoing run of happy little giggles rising to new heights in the pool underneath the glory of the Summer Sun. As your young son splashes chlorine water in your face; and cup ... and so is Love the prize in all its authenticity.
A true and raw emotion, boldly running, and wildly shouting! "Hey!" "Those certain conditions and ultimatums are just fine, but don't you dare take my morning coffee!""
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""Papa" "What about Spring ... ?
"I don't know Son?"
Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox he knows about it ... .
Kinder yes I think much gentler Spring, when the rejuvenation is just first arriving reminds me of the back and breaststrokes holding your breath while doing a crazy twirl, all the World alive with energy surrounded together in warmth.
Saw three of them Kamikaze my humble dog one day. Samba just hit the grass rolled over boxed away at them old Bluebirds on his back yelping; I laugh now yup-..."Ha ... !" I mean "Woe!" "Close one for him-I guess!" He was just a pup then ... .
Best way to compare it ... I would think Spring;
"The hands of time are alliterate Spring is but the brunt of this each Season carry's snow capped Mountains Berries in the Valleys Lilies in the Meadow Pine in the Woods Squirrels rummaging in the trees.
Bird dogs are quite capable of pointing this out ... as still this Hope presently exists, yes Spring it truly is I believe its sweet Rejoinder to us for all of our Winter's Supplications, the Harvest of the Wheat in the Fall Spring rains I feel remind us ... .
The Summer Sun always toasting the memory's golden brown ... ." -
""Pearls
Summers, sweet ... warm those days long; strung out tucked each one right there set just left of the middle; everyday, each; just like the other, Lord carry them before us merely,
and grant for us always their Peace to remember?"
""Peace the fluency, surety; purity forget the wealth bulky it's only collateral damage; -
Expected He chuckles yes I know He must I believe sometimes probably more than often yes; the Holder of time.
His patience; vision, faith placed solely mid this simple inclusion; His Grace.""
Sweet Summer days yes willing they all remember.
Timeless moreover following Love joyous delighting within itself can be found dancing away upon the crispness mid the gathering up beading up high upon the early June; Morning Dew.
Winter shades of Pail Grey cast their eyes upon them too.
Overt all cry out as they sing God watching His Grace knowing worthy Autumn always, welcomes in the Rain ... !
Yes oh of virtue Tiny Hatch-lings of Many can be seen, as in unison they all bellow out in their innocence as driven by Their hunger; remaining open weeping high in the Willow Father watches, lying ready ... .
As in their mouth puking it up Mother eager, in Her goodness, offers Them Food ... !
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~ Center of Our Lives ~ 310 Words Exactly ~
Stars glimmer,
oh the grandeur
kneeling up low, steady
praying on my left soleus
down waiting for a miracle
in the bush
the past is the past
stoned washed oh ...
so let us learn from
it,
remember when the blood bled
dry?
Here,
now the Sun albeit God's
Peace welcomes in the
breaking of a New Dawn ... !
Dust off your trophies;yes;
I feel truly we all,
just do not recognize;
have forgotten ... ?
Stow them away
yes far far way
life's good
withholding-
nothing ... !
Offering
everything
carries every
new opportunity
responsibility
obligation
given,
whatever
sacrifice ... ?
Yes pain;
but not
only, is
only but
a part of
what I find
steering me ... ?
Oh if it were not for the
nurturing Illustrious friend
yes who will walk talk
with Him, us?
No doubt I pray I
might Stay, might
we all stand
join together
in this?
Because
yes all things
time and again,
and again I find are
constantly praising Him.
Squirrels bowing in the trees,
Day Lilies as they open up; rise
as my thoughts now ascend
to warm thoughts of God,
the way He has always
protected me, The Son;
His birth life, mission,
purpose Death,
Absolution for all
life yes His Son
Jesus
The Christ.
Oh why not
then us give
some time
today to
praise Him,
what He did all
in and through
His Greater Love;
perfect obedience
shone for all of us ... ?
Oh yes who-are we
then will become
thus of us
without-Him being
placed right dead
center;
of our lives ... ?
I can choose
to measure
faith not
doubt ,
living
life with
a fake smile
all the days
through my travels,
or I let God steer the
boat whilst I row.
The other ways friend I
tell the truth,
I have tried and failed;
utterly; over; and over
so yes friend I simply
cannot fathom any;
other-way ... ?
This work
contains 310
words exactly.
1. Addiction
I choose
Addiction.
Recovery
Determination
Love Pain
Support
Hope
Nature
Pets
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"Liberty residing evolving evermore-abounding well beside desire." "The heart makes haste."" -
"Peace stakes its claim in Faith - in the Son's Glorious Arrival, Abandon, Absolution, Return." - "Cast about in the gesture, blowing free in the ease of the wind growing abundantly like the Hummingbird sipping on wild Honey dribbling off the Bees nests fresh in the rising Summer Sun.. .""
"Splashing onto dew drops glistening as you know they always do lying upon Lilac flower Petals." - "Dandelions growing even more elaborate carried along with the blueberry cakes popcorn and soda I've just consumed.. ." - "Yes mid the Dance of the Weeds Love - is a gift, of life."" -
"Given perfect Union, Form, Fashioning, Purpose." - "Advancing onward outward upward throughout all within all around us surrounding us as it grows."" -
"And hearing the sweetness of its cry." "All in flight.. birds come fluff up billow grow full make their refuge mid His wake.. !"" -
"God's Joy - illustrious welcome lay anew under the Sky's elucidated everywhere and there.. ." - "Peace, is here - every way and lea way dancing in and between the light.. !"" -
And as for now - time lye still.. ." "Is thrown about and back again - Time and again everywhere asunder." - "And I feel truly he's saying to all of us.. as again he states this to me;
"Take the time.. keep on reaching out keep moving upward friend.. "Hold on"". I've got you.. . Everything.. will be all right.. !""
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"Even that day will come the boy will become the man; and the man will come into his own along side the Mother; Father, to carry his own, and if need be, the whole Family."
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loud gunshots ring out
hunters aim to bag their mark
deer season again
sensing trouble near
mother calls from meadows edge
protecting young one
spirit of the fawn
hearing mothers beckoning
scurries into woods
answering timely
love listens protects itself
beyond fears advance
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Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes.
Love is an opportunity.
Time shared is never wasted.
Open minds willing know.
Death follows us all.
Hope cries out loud.
"Share it all!"
"Horde not."
"Love!"
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"Yes, I tell you as I can still dream every day.. I dream of Christmas."
"Clouds lay back as they rise, and fall puff up and billow all in illustrious efforts to greet the Sun.. and as I lay back I admire them and as I see their rising as they grow fuller in the distance they puff up higher and higher above the willows. As a light breeze picks up the leaves on the trees as they sway together in their dance; and so I lay out my hand catch a tumbling leaf by chance."
"Knowing nothing of Love Grace or Mercy, Peace. The leaf now represents for me my gift, of these greater things I give and so I say my life now all of it.. is all but nothing, or it is a joyous opportunity."
Tender tales tall tell timely in earnest the fervency.. Divinity relevancy, reality of the story." - "Stars shine bright cast their welcome liberally.. ."" -
"Sheen's of glassy rays of overt light sparkle freely in their delight." -
"Under the Moon laughter.. fills the night." "Swallows in their innocence.. wade about puff up full and billow.. ." -
"Shadow's in their whimsy way.. cast their welcoming in the warming." - "As the Weeping Tree weeps tears full as cool pool Shallows of Crystal
Rock and Alabaster Sands promote their gentle fondness upon the pond floor."" -
"Kindred the Swallows in their Promise, Beauty Honesty.. in the Moonlight they are one with Love." - "And running Felicitous.. touched by the union follows closely the Dove.. ."" -
"Divinity has found a home.""
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