Marriage Vow For Pastors/Priests/Ministers/Rabbi's/Bishops Part-1
1. "I, [speakers name] will U take [companions name] your lawful wedded wife, 2 have and 2 hold?" "Will U go out of your way 2 respect & honor & remain a man of your word 2 be the priest/minister/rabbi/pastor of your household?" "Will U go out of you
Older and wiser?
We grow old, we get wise, But still we join those who dies, We give direction to the young, don't sing a song so well sung, But if they agreed and followed suit, in the end we'd all be mute, For nothing would change, nothing be new, not for me
List
I've decided to write my bucket list......... 1. Mop bucket Thats it!
War!
Thunder roars and red sky flies and blinding lights and something dies when all that was has ceased to be the end of life how it used to be when loss and grieving become the norm looking for heaven and finding hell, is this real who can tell, a night
No guarantee!
Tomorrow will always come after today ends Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me Today is where we are at right now No guarantee of tomorrow, no how So its strange to me and strange to see Such importance placed on what may never be.
Mom
I miss my Mom and I'm grateful
Really, it's only paper anyway!
I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying, I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked! But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in fore
My Busy Ladder
A fresh spring 'sonnet' about a brave little robin building her nest on my hanging ladder and taking away some of my busy chores; while I just sit back and enjoy watching a little nature outdoors.
Memories
Memories are all we leave, of who we are, what we did believe. Memories our loved ones hold, maybe, fanciful thoughts that were never told. Wandering, thinking, seeing the light, knowing what is wrong, and what is right. Finding yourself be
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow becomes today and yesterday fades away, so the present is how we exist, there's no other way, there's nothing to resist, we can't bring back the past, and the future is not meant to last, for it suddenly becomes the.............. past. S
Not alone!
And you found yourself within the crowd, woke up to see, you were me, not left alone or left to be, a part of all, that's you and me!
Youthful
When I talked to the young, they had no reply, except to say, We are young, it's you that will die, I tried to explain life does not work that way, its all fun and games, until the day, the day that you pay, And no one does know, from day to day,
Losing a friend
Just lost a friend
Are we i wonder?
Honesty and integrity are the ideal of what we should be, truthfulness and clarity are what we should see, are we a minus or a plus, we won't make a fuss, I think that minus may win the game, I don't know, are we all the same?
When! When! When!
When the flowers fail to bloom, when tomorrow comes to soon, When all that I could be was all that I could see, When yesterday is a memory, of what could or could not be, When today became the reality I thought I'd never see. When thoughts
i don't belong to you
i am not yours
The Movie Has Been Over A long Time
Now that I'm older I have the script I know the lines But the movie has been over For such a long long time For years you have walked beside another guy And I have never entered your mind That's what I get for being shy Yes the movie has bee
Russia against Ukraine, 2nd entry in Yankee's challenge
He's a professor at the University of Chicago on political science and International Relations. Very informative.
In constant motion
It seems to me we are not allowed to be constantly happy, Just when times look good, everything worked out as it should, suddenly the world, is clear as mud, No reason for it that I can see, just how it seems it is meant to be, Laugh today,
me, myself and i
as i sit in the corner of my room crying, wailing and waiting for a miracle. i heard a voice calling out my name. i couldn't tell where the noise was coming from it was everywhere it wasn't pleasant its like its coming from hell. hell was ca
Unafraid!
Be not afraid, for tomorrow will be, this is not the end, not for you, not for me, And if they close your eyes for you tonight, you have nothing to fear, you will still be here, in a new form, a shining light, an energy so bright, nothing can take a
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
War. For Yankee's challenge
I have written so many poems about war. They are all in abstract forms. This is one of the only rhymed piece I have done. I hope it gives a clear message how brutal and heinous war is.
What's new!
Oh what is life?, poetry in motion? love? strife?, the beginning of a new life? when a baby cries, someone dies, the beginning and the end, the foe and the friend, and tomorrow will be................the same.........begin again ....same game!
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
Truth v Lies. (Yankee Challenge)
Thanks for the challenge Yankee.
Headed Into The Month Of May
The sun was shinning brightly today I walked along slowly so slow As I headed into the month of may A nice breeze arrived and found me And a few minutes later I caught a ride My journey continues in a four door chevrolet And the driver drove s
No way back?
Flowers and trees, birds and bees these I know, but..... snow, on a summers day, this I don't know, what I see, is an anomaly, mother nature running free?, natural change? we can't rearrange or self design, have we crossed the line?
Tomorrow!
I think I have lost tomorrow, it was here yesterday, I have searched in everyway, it wont reappear come what may, So, I must adhere to what is here, so tomorrow is now, and this is what I see, what
Onward we go.
The art of communication has changed, rearranged, instead of "I said", its now, "I was like" instead of " I said back" it's "I turned around and said", so they are constantly turning around (for no reason) being like something (for no reason) and T
Older questions!
At twenty one and twenty five, you wonder who will be alive, at forty one and forty five, you just don't know who will thrive, at fifty one and sixty one, you wonder why you're not gone!
Gardeners Dilemma!
Marigolds in June can thrive, its Cosmos that do survive, in April and May, who knows what to say, but certain roses bloom all year round, Chantilly Lace shows its grace, but Cinnamon Snow is the way to go. I think, well, it's swim or sink!
No Place Like Space
This one I wrote 5-11-1998. Strange how I sort of predicted the future off this. Next to "Neighbors part 1", this is one I may try out on stage coming up soon at a nightclub or a biker rally! Or just sell it to the highest bidder?! lol
Bill Murray
I've seen and heard of this behavior at plenty of jobs I have been at, I'm still waiting for justice for these women, hopefully the work world I live in will get woke too.
Deja vu. (Joining Yankee"s challenge)
It happened before in 30-s and it's happening again.....It's like some kind of the cyclical nature of historical events
Yankee's Challenge -- A Poem Reflecting on Truth and History
[ Editorial ] Our world these days is full of disinformation and lies. Words become distorted; actions deceptive, intensions hostile. What do 'we' poets have to say about 'truth and history' ? It's a passionate subject to write about and very personal, too. Who would like to join me in my first-ever challenge to fellow poets on CS and write about this subject? "Truth and History"
The end game
We live in captivity because we believe this is reality, nothing new, we can't see, the real you or the real me, it will always be the same, until we end this game, but then it starts anew, never a whole new me and never a whole new you.
The truth will prevail!
The lies of today will fall on the shoulders of the young tomorrow, look back in sorrow, record for posterity, the truth, the reality of how this came to be and what we saw, and what we see, should never again come to be!
Well, this is the plan!
I hear of this plan of "the creator" can it be?, seems very strange to me, a creator who can create such misery?, and all for what? and why should this be?, is there something I've missed? that I cannot see? What does the "creator" want to create
NOSTALGIA
I find no real joy in her...Nostalgia.
Truth is the Greatest Prize
Sometimes we must accept the outcome of truth or suffer the consequences.