There IS Pure Religion AND Natural Affection!
This creation is about filling up ,filling in what's missing in our relationship to religion according to The Book of Life-Holy Scriptures(The ONE many have TRIED to destroy!)I was feeling like we all need to feel better about religion because of the freeing liberty I can enjoy through the RELATIONSHIP in LOVE with JESUS The Contact-Connecter,with our LOVING FATHER!It influences every area of our lives!
So Serious But No Time To Invest In This!
Busy minds & yet bodies in another state & time!
Heavens best gift.
Quote from: Have Gun Will Travel. Women: heavens best gift. The most delightful of Gods creachers We are indegthed to woman first for life it its self. Then for making it worth living. Paladin
FUNCHILD
this poem takes us through a life of wonderful times! the years pass by too fast! oneday; you know your ending is near! you wish to once again be with your funchild and enjoy forever youth! then in a fraction of a minute; you are young again; for death is a new beginning!
MY MAMA MADE ME
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense. when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
SCHOOL DAYS
I MET A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATION TO ME! MY MUSIC TEACHER; MR HAMBURG!
MR HAMBURG (dedication)
MY WONDERFUL J.H.S. 109 MUSIC TEACHER ; MR HAMBURG WAS; AND WILL ALWAYS BE; THE BEST!
A Starry Night
There's nothing much to say it sorta went this way I looked at a picture that has become a fixter in a museum far far away.
The MOST Valuable one!
From the secret place,stirring from wthin,bubbling up by The HOLY SPIRIT,I simply agreed with it! Understanding where the values of people are these last days shows a loss of virtue & integrity;more focus on the fleeting appearance of what seems good & right,just as The LORDGOD said it would be! My feelings at the time was about truly cherishing communicating with one I thought was lost to the rushing world.So in thanksgivings I had to seize it & perhaps another will agree to bring about a readjusting of our atmosphere for a currency exchange( GOD'S WORK for a 2nd Day-Monday!)
Who am I?
I will be Superman for my Lady when she needs me to be! I will be a Big Teddy Bear for my Lady when she needs me to be! I will be Dr. Phil for my Lady when she needs me to be! Who am I? I am her Prince Charming... Peace Always ~By Dallas~
Brittany
* A Sydney suburb. ** Australian slang *** The Moon
XMAS IS SUCH A JOY
I LOVE SANTA BUT THIS IS THE BIRTH OF THE MYSTICAL ONE! LETS KEEP HIM IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER!
GRANDSON #1
What can I say... The joy is inexplicable... at least for a while, lol!
BELLADONNA
soft and sweet from your head to your feet amongst all maidens you are the most elite.
SELOTL
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your stree
Gimlets
Reflections on Faith and Fate.
A beautiful woman
Just wanted to give a better outlook on what a true beautiful woman is.
My Dog, The Cat
For my little guy!
Charge to the Goddess
I wrote this to give homage to the great Goddess for she does come in many different ways within our lives.
Keys, Hammers and Strings
seven years old untapped talent passion even then do you remember? we met and with every scale i touched 88 generations of my past my future they were all familiar and loved me as i loved them with every chord the whole world
""PRETENDER"
While having a get together at my house in the year 2000. I was simply sitting on my couch. Just people watching as I often do. As I was listening to my friends talking to one another. It accrued to me that every person telling another person a story was lying and pretending they were someone they are not. I was baffled as to the fact that everybody who were talking was "PRETENDING" to be someone or something they arent. I picked up a pen and wrote this poem. It was the very first poem I had written. I hope that it makes since to you and you like it. Thanks!
To My Dearest Juliet,
It comes from my heart & soul for the true love I am looking for and says everything I would ever want her to know until the day we meet.
Mr.Right
I wrote this poem four years ago.I wrote it a time when I read and studied Isaiah 54 vs.5 and realized how special we are to Jesus.If we were not special to him he wouldn't have died to save us.I want to remind singles here that they are special to Jesus and they should never forget this.I hope this poem will touch someone just as it has help me to stay grounded.
Life Lesson From the Sea
While walking the beach today, I learned a few lessons. I collect sea glass and old collectibles, that wash up on shore. I find it very relaxing and adventurous! It isn't always easy to find these treasures, it takes patience and an eye to spot out t
"this has no title"
This I coined when all of my Best friends were stoned on "The rock", When I was about 15...And upon the rock there was a small stream that cut out a cove under it and this is where I painted this, and it is still there to this day.
Due Thanksgivimg
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. The American "Thanksgiving" is, basically, a harvest festival/feast. This banquet became known as “Thanksgiving”, because it was meant as a “Thanks Giving” to God, for the bounty He had given to His people. And this harvest banquet became an annual event, which, over the years, spread to all parts of what is now the United States of America. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His!
Due Thanksgiving
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. Our “Harvest Festival”, if you like. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His! And you might be interested to know that this poem was originally written in a 4 beat meter (as are the majority of my poems, for some reason I’ve never discovered/understood). But, after people bugging me to “do something” with this poem (which is one of the few poems of mine that I’ve shared, openly, with people who I thought might appreciate it) for somewhere around 30+ years, now, I’ve finally broken down and had a poster made up, with this poem. And, to do that, I tried to break it down into a more natural “spoken” rhythm, which is the version you just read. But there are actually several versions of this poem. (I have a propensity for RE-writing my poems. I NEVER consider one of my poems “finished”. They’re ALWAYS open to rewriting, if I think of a way to say something that “I” feel is “better” than my initial phrasing.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Brown eyed Woman
I stand on a cold snowy night nothing but a full moon and bright stars in my sight would like to send a message but the air is taking my life with thought's we've never met so how can this be right with only an image of your face standing in the
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I've been having drink's setting through the night thought i should write it down before it leaves my life it's so hard to explain wasting time writing rhymes is a passion of mine and your picture can't get off my mind You say you're looking for
Love
It's all about the love of God
Lui
Just a little fantasy :-)
Saturday Club
A glance back at more innocent times and the child still within.
Front Door (Rev@32)
Wrote this back when myspace was hot. It was a semi-dedication to an ex and drew from the same inspiration. was not my intention to win her back or sway favor to rekindle what we lost... yet a reminder of a good time. Rev@32
Shipwrecked
Illustrative of my penchant for sonnets.
The Old Barn
Many inspirations taken from abandoned buildings such as an old barn.
Hmmmm.
I'm a Artist... Finally I have some speech in paint.... ??? Maybe/ could be/ most probably. If no one listens to your tongue... " PAINT IT ". !!!??
"Love Skyline"
Wintertime Wicked wind outside Staying indoors Waiting for friendly wings A glass of wine Hearts glide Streams interweaving moors My caring robin sings What a joy! Plain pleasure Delightful and Divine Naughty boy! Unpretentious trea
red sun
Rise its a new day To bask in the heat the sun Temps high Radiates it generates Warmth that ray of sun Heat envelopes Wraps the soul warms the body Comforts are soul Heat absurbs wheres it gone Into the body Heals are soul The joy of
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
Stay positive, without it life comes to a standsti
I wrote these Keven
Christmas won't be Christmas
Just feeling kind of down this time of year, since I lost my husband. Wasn't sure I wanted to post it, but just had to get my feelings out..
LOVE 2 TXT
Its the first poem I ever wrote and I think the best one