Marriage Vow For Pastors/Priests/Ministers/Rabbi's/Bishops Part-2
9. "[Grooms Name Here], Will you go out of your way for her just as your parents did for you forsaking all others, as they kept their word to God to spend quality personal time all those years to raise U?" "Will U go out of your way just as your pare
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
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.
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
I wish I could talk to you
sometimes you miss talking to people who left your life...
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
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?
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
i don't belong to you
i am not yours
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,
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
She
Just kinky me, I love the neck the shoulders, dark or white no difference.
Equanimity
“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same” (Extract from Rudyard Kipling's poem “If”) equanimity - a calm state of mind and attitude to life (Collins dictionary)
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!
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,
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
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
To Old Friend
This is to you, old friend, good-bye, farewell I say, I know it’s sad, we’ve gone through much with every day, So many obstacles were in the way, kept us apart, it‘s age And time of course, and distance great, the least to say. So many h
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
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.
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
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!
NOSTALGIA
I find no real joy in her...Nostalgia.
angry voices
an old write...only poetic in the sense of the value of freedom of expression...something we all treasure...
SILENT VOICES for yankee,s challenge
A poem written 2013 and nothing changes so i brought it back
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
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
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 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!
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?
Truth is the Greatest Prize
Sometimes we must accept the outcome of truth or suffer the consequences.
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!
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.
Live air
radio, radio, live transmission
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
Had You Told Me Yesterday
Had you told me yesterday I would not be waiting on tomorrows tears The silence of your precious heart Is still ringing in my ears Such a distant goodbye As you drove down the road The smoke from your old car Has left a giant scar as it str