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ALL A PART OF GOD'S FAMILY! By Paul David Powers
People judge by the clothes you wear,
The age you are, the length of hair!
But we are all unique-you see,
different styles and beliefs!
Some they drink and smoke pot,
into country into rock!
Me I'm just an old hippie,
all the above and more you see!
All a part of God's Family!
The age you are, the length of hair!
But we are all unique-you see,
different styles and beliefs!
Some they drink and smoke pot,
into country into rock!
Me I'm just an old hippie,
all the above and more you see!
All a part of God's Family!
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Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
Kind of a Morning Inspiration!
The Dunes
Shifting like sand in a porthole
Colliding like particles of matter
Creating dust that rise in a sky
Cooling into long vapor trails
Stretching as far as my eye
Washing waters making lines
Sculpting little parallel ridges
Laying side by many sides
Shifting stretching under my feet
Colliding like particles of matter
Creating dust that rise in a sky
Cooling into long vapor trails
Stretching as far as my eye
Washing waters making lines
Sculpting little parallel ridges
Laying side by many sides
Shifting stretching under my feet
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Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
A photograph (in my profile) I took looking through shallow water at a nearby lake shoreline.
Poet to Poet-2018
Poet to Poet
Sleep evades/
So many questions/
So few answers/
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him--it cannot fail. --Walt Whitman
Dearest Poet,
Something out of nothing.
Nothing so wondrous as the poet's making--
requiring so little in the way of raw materials--
and yet so much (dreams, memories, passion).
Do we do it out of love for
that phallic symbol, the pencil?
Is the pencil like a lover's magic wand--
beloved for the enchantment it
creates out of our own substance?
Or is it the simplicity of the tool?
The same tool that makes
children's drawings, telephone doodles,
lists of figures can also make worlds!
The ordinariness of the miracle.
It reminds us that creation
is both commonplace and divine.
~
(pause)
Giving a gift that cannot
but be given away--
a song, a poem, love,
breast-milk to a baby--
enriches the giver above all.
The circle is completed.
The gift comes back.
The daily practice of an
art enriches no one so fully
as it does the practitioner.
It is a thank you to God
for the gift of consciousness.
Out of that,
I have written this.
Out of emptiness
comes fullness.
Out of hunger
comes nourishment.
Out of unrequited
love come songs.
~
The poet, writing,
always spins
a web to join
her emptiness
with the fullness of
remembered love.
Remembered love
from childhood,
remembered love
never requited,
remembered love
perhaps only imagined.
~
Nobody can tell you
how to make the poem.
You must earn it word by word.
Nobody can give it to
you but yourself.
You cannot buy talent,
nor can you extinguish
talent by selling it.
But you can confuse
the bearer of it,
making him or her think
that mortality is not
the common condition.
We pass. Our breath
stains some pages.
We pass the pages
on as proof that we were here.
(pause)
The poem is a self-feeding,
a self-nourishment, a self-love.
To call it "therapy" is to diminish it.
What is the difference
between therapy and self-love?
~
All the difference in the world.
I must close, poet
Write soon!
SAS
Sleep evades/
So many questions/
So few answers/
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him--it cannot fail. --Walt Whitman
Dearest Poet,
Something out of nothing.
Nothing so wondrous as the poet's making--
requiring so little in the way of raw materials--
and yet so much (dreams, memories, passion).
Do we do it out of love for
that phallic symbol, the pencil?
Is the pencil like a lover's magic wand--
beloved for the enchantment it
creates out of our own substance?
Or is it the simplicity of the tool?
The same tool that makes
children's drawings, telephone doodles,
lists of figures can also make worlds!
The ordinariness of the miracle.
It reminds us that creation
is both commonplace and divine.
~
(pause)
Giving a gift that cannot
but be given away--
a song, a poem, love,
breast-milk to a baby--
enriches the giver above all.
The circle is completed.
The gift comes back.
The daily practice of an
art enriches no one so fully
as it does the practitioner.
It is a thank you to God
for the gift of consciousness.
Out of that,
I have written this.
Out of emptiness
comes fullness.
Out of hunger
comes nourishment.
Out of unrequited
love come songs.
~
The poet, writing,
always spins
a web to join
her emptiness
with the fullness of
remembered love.
Remembered love
from childhood,
remembered love
never requited,
remembered love
perhaps only imagined.
~
Nobody can tell you
how to make the poem.
You must earn it word by word.
Nobody can give it to
you but yourself.
You cannot buy talent,
nor can you extinguish
talent by selling it.
But you can confuse
the bearer of it,
making him or her think
that mortality is not
the common condition.
We pass. Our breath
stains some pages.
We pass the pages
on as proof that we were here.
(pause)
The poem is a self-feeding,
a self-nourishment, a self-love.
To call it "therapy" is to diminish it.
What is the difference
between therapy and self-love?
~
All the difference in the world.
I must close, poet
Write soon!
SAS
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Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
I have been journaling since I was nine... Dear Diary evolved over the years to Poet to Poet- Coffee shop at the Edge of the Universe. Where the smell of burnt toast fills the air, Me in a corner booth scribbling on napkins so I don't choke on metaphors...
'Mommy daddy wrote us a poem!'
Little Sara ran into the house with
her freckles and a letter
'Mommy, it's a poem from daddy!'
Mommy wipes her hands on her apron
and turns the heat down on the stove
'O dear! Sara flys into mommys arms
and mommy sits Sara on her lap and
says,'Lets read it together darling.'
To Sara and mommy,
To my two special ladies..
Sara, I miss you so much but this
war keeps dragging on. Daddy will be
home some day to hold you in his arms.
You are like sweet candy canes hanging
on my heart and the angel of my joy.
Mommy, the dreams of your kiss and love
is the strength of my heart and hope and
you are the apple of my eye. Daddy won't
be long before he is with his precious girls.
Daddy won't be long.
I miss you ladies so much.
I love you!
Daddy
Sara just sat and hugged mommy for the longest
time. Through all the tears rocking away in that
chair a cab pulls up in the pouring rain.
A knock on the door.
A man in uniform.
A big wide smile.
It's daddy!
her freckles and a letter
'Mommy, it's a poem from daddy!'
Mommy wipes her hands on her apron
and turns the heat down on the stove
'O dear! Sara flys into mommys arms
and mommy sits Sara on her lap and
says,'Lets read it together darling.'
To Sara and mommy,
To my two special ladies..
Sara, I miss you so much but this
war keeps dragging on. Daddy will be
home some day to hold you in his arms.
You are like sweet candy canes hanging
on my heart and the angel of my joy.
Mommy, the dreams of your kiss and love
is the strength of my heart and hope and
you are the apple of my eye. Daddy won't
be long before he is with his precious girls.
Daddy won't be long.
I miss you ladies so much.
I love you!
Daddy
Sara just sat and hugged mommy for the longest
time. Through all the tears rocking away in that
chair a cab pulls up in the pouring rain.
A knock on the door.
A man in uniform.
A big wide smile.
It's daddy!
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Posted: Aug 2014
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Magnetic Attraction ..........
As I ponder over a cuppa
How another day passes by
In my small small world
I carry a very big sigh
I glance upon the fridge
Standing nearby
The places my wife has seen
And the magnets she did buy
A castle in Germany
The Eiffel Tower standing tall
Alaska and there moose
And some beautiful waterfall
The SanFrancisco bridge
And it's city abound
Yosemite National Park
And all its natural ground
Hawaii Samoa Greece
And even Hong Kong
Canada London
The list goes on
All captured on my fridge
Just nearby
From my small small world
With its very big sigh ...........
How another day passes by
In my small small world
I carry a very big sigh
I glance upon the fridge
Standing nearby
The places my wife has seen
And the magnets she did buy
A castle in Germany
The Eiffel Tower standing tall
Alaska and there moose
And some beautiful waterfall
The SanFrancisco bridge
And it's city abound
Yosemite National Park
And all its natural ground
Hawaii Samoa Greece
And even Hong Kong
Canada London
The list goes on
All captured on my fridge
Just nearby
From my small small world
With its very big sigh ...........
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
Contemplating ...........An Island No More............
He was just a lad
Breaking clear of his teen
His nerves were overcoming
His desire to be seen
They gave him a second chance
For his first was just not right
Jagged were his words
As he held himself tight
They asked more from him
For they saw something bright
So he took a deep breath
And let go of his fright
He opened up his heart
And let the words pour on out
Delivered a performance
That made the audience stand and shout
There were cheers and there were tears
Amongst the hearty crowd
But the joy was in the lad
As he stood overwhelmingly proud..........
Breaking clear of his teen
His nerves were overcoming
His desire to be seen
They gave him a second chance
For his first was just not right
Jagged were his words
As he held himself tight
They asked more from him
For they saw something bright
So he took a deep breath
And let go of his fright
He opened up his heart
And let the words pour on out
Delivered a performance
That made the audience stand and shout
There were cheers and there were tears
Amongst the hearty crowd
But the joy was in the lad
As he stood overwhelmingly proud..........
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
A lad from a Welch Island delivering a brilliant performance from the heart .......
ELLE
YOU ENTERED MY WORLD FROM AFAR;AND SENT FROM A VERY BRIGHT STAR! YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES AND GLOWING HAIR; LEAVE ME SPEECHLESS AND NO ONE ELSE CAN COMPARE! I CAN ASSURE YOU; UNTIL OUR LIPS MEET; OUR LIVES SHALL NEVER BE COMPLETE!ELLE MY LOVE; I HAVE FOREVER BEEN LIVING A SINGLE LIFE; AND I WANT SO MUCH FOR US TO BE TRUE FRIENDS; FOR THAT MEANS MORE TO ME THAN EVER CALLING YOU;MY WIFE!
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
THIS POEM IS WRITTEN SOLELY FOR ELLE BLUDYLASKY! SHE"S A BEAUTIFUL GIRL WHO TOOK ME BY SURPRISE!THE WORDS JUST CAME TO ME WHILE GAZING INTO HER EYES! SHE SHOULD HAVE WORDS LIKE THIS SPOKEN TO HER EVERYDAY OF HER LIFE!Behind the Mask
Why don’t people look beneath the skin?
Why don’t they look inside to see the soul within?
Why must the persons appearance be the only thing they see?
Why don’t they look beneath the skin to see the real me?
Next time you look at someone, see the beauty that’s within;
See that scars are not a sin, nor mentally disfiguring.
It’s what lies inside that matters so let this be your task:
Reject the superficial and look beyond the mask.
You see I have a heart like you that would beat at your caress;
That would thrive on understanding and a little happiness.
My soul is like a bud that with love and tenderness
Would open like a flower.
Someone with aspirations, someone with dreams so rare;
Someone who’s soul’s in torment, needing kindness and some care.
You would see a person who is always really there;
Who laughs and cries and often sighs for love and understanding.
So please look deeper than you have; take a moment just to gaze.
For you would see a person who would love you all their days,
Because you took a moment to look beneath the skin
And see the real person… the person that’s within.
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Why don’t they look inside to see the soul within?
Why must the persons appearance be the only thing they see?
Why don’t they look beneath the skin to see the real me?
Next time you look at someone, see the beauty that’s within;
See that scars are not a sin, nor mentally disfiguring.
It’s what lies inside that matters so let this be your task:
Reject the superficial and look beyond the mask.
You see I have a heart like you that would beat at your caress;
That would thrive on understanding and a little happiness.
My soul is like a bud that with love and tenderness
Would open like a flower.
Someone with aspirations, someone with dreams so rare;
Someone who’s soul’s in torment, needing kindness and some care.
You would see a person who is always really there;
Who laughs and cries and often sighs for love and understanding.
So please look deeper than you have; take a moment just to gaze.
For you would see a person who would love you all their days,
Because you took a moment to look beneath the skin
And see the real person… the person that’s within.
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
seeing beneath the facade .....FOLLOW YOUR HEART
follow your heart in trajedy and it will lead to ecstacy youll set an example for all to see if you just follow your heart.
somedays are good and somedays are bad just dont let them get you down
just set an example for all to see and get rid of that ugly frown
follow your heart in trajedy and it will lead to ecstacy youll set an example for all to see if you just follow your heart
you know life is filled with ups and downs and youll find it hard to cope thats when youll dig down really deep. no time to cry or mope
follow your heart in trajedy and will lead to ecstacy youll set an example for all to see if you just follow no need for sorrow. if you just follow your heart
somedays are good and somedays are bad just dont let them get you down
just set an example for all to see and get rid of that ugly frown
follow your heart in trajedy and it will lead to ecstacy youll set an example for all to see if you just follow your heart
you know life is filled with ups and downs and youll find it hard to cope thats when youll dig down really deep. no time to cry or mope
follow your heart in trajedy and will lead to ecstacy youll set an example for all to see if you just follow no need for sorrow. if you just follow your heart
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
we have got to come up with songs that make you feel good. theres too much hate in the world. i want to change that and make everyone feel good about themselvesStarlight
I sit up and yet look down,
I watch with care for
those that wear
sadness like a mantle
draped around
their shoulders.
Watching whilst the
teardrops fall,
unable to caress or
hold them tight
I watch over them
in the stillness
of the night.
I hold each sorrow
to my breast,
yet when the first
dawn’s rays appear
its then I slowly disappear.
I hold their sorrow deep in side
as I hide in the sunlight
yet once again the dark descends
and I am there for my dear friends.
So never fear, be sad or blue
this shining star will watch over you,
I'll hold your heart so tenderly
because you mean the world to me.
Though nebula's may come and go
this little star speaks true
I love you then, I love you now
until my fire is vanquished
I will hold your troubled soul
help you heal, and watch you grow,
until another dawn arrives
and I will go, but not too far
so when you wish upon this star
your heartache and sorrow will depart
and once more you'll have a happy heart
I watch with care for
those that wear
sadness like a mantle
draped around
their shoulders.
Watching whilst the
teardrops fall,
unable to caress or
hold them tight
I watch over them
in the stillness
of the night.
I hold each sorrow
to my breast,
yet when the first
dawn’s rays appear
its then I slowly disappear.
I hold their sorrow deep in side
as I hide in the sunlight
yet once again the dark descends
and I am there for my dear friends.
So never fear, be sad or blue
this shining star will watch over you,
I'll hold your heart so tenderly
because you mean the world to me.
Though nebula's may come and go
this little star speaks true
I love you then, I love you now
until my fire is vanquished
I will hold your troubled soul
help you heal, and watch you grow,
until another dawn arrives
and I will go, but not too far
so when you wish upon this star
your heartache and sorrow will depart
and once more you'll have a happy heart
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
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