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TEN COMMANDMENTS 2016
Excuses, Excuses will not do!
We have a duty in life to love, that is what is true
To forgive means to do so with all our heart
Not to place the blame on God for what we did start
What we sow is what we reap
Each commandment was written to keep
Always think twice, never leap
Justice will come to those who are good
Welcome to life just imitate Robin Hood
Give to the poor, forget your greed
Don't be lazy, hasten your speed
Remember adultery is a mortal sin
So is killing, that's plain grim
As for stealing what kind of a person does that?
Normally a lowlife or a spoilt brat
To hell with being envious, that is not the way
You'll have more riches if you favour God and pray
Study and work and you will succeed
Be the best of the breed
Love your neighbour even if they're not your type
Your graces on earth will treble minus the hype
Thank God for every new day
When you're angry, Don't insult His name, that's lame
Remember Sunday? Go say Hello
It's one hour of the entire day, make an effort to go
We've all been bitten one way or another
At times from within our own family or from another
People will fill your head with lies
They're not good but they swarm around you in life like flies
Don't listen to what these other people say
They don't want you to obey
Never forget your parents, without them you wouldn't be here
Give them a good life, fill it with cheer
A good heart is what makes man
All Sins are forgiven if you repent, that's the best part of God's plan!
@BrigittePace
We have a duty in life to love, that is what is true
To forgive means to do so with all our heart
Not to place the blame on God for what we did start
What we sow is what we reap
Each commandment was written to keep
Always think twice, never leap
Justice will come to those who are good
Welcome to life just imitate Robin Hood
Give to the poor, forget your greed
Don't be lazy, hasten your speed
Remember adultery is a mortal sin
So is killing, that's plain grim
As for stealing what kind of a person does that?
Normally a lowlife or a spoilt brat
To hell with being envious, that is not the way
You'll have more riches if you favour God and pray
Study and work and you will succeed
Be the best of the breed
Love your neighbour even if they're not your type
Your graces on earth will treble minus the hype
Thank God for every new day
When you're angry, Don't insult His name, that's lame
Remember Sunday? Go say Hello
It's one hour of the entire day, make an effort to go
We've all been bitten one way or another
At times from within our own family or from another
People will fill your head with lies
They're not good but they swarm around you in life like flies
Don't listen to what these other people say
They don't want you to obey
Never forget your parents, without them you wouldn't be here
Give them a good life, fill it with cheer
A good heart is what makes man
All Sins are forgiven if you repent, that's the best part of God's plan!
@BrigittePace
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
I enjoyed writing this poem. It just came to me in a flash one might say. I was thinking
"Empty Mirrors"
Years have been passing me by
After a painful silence and undesirable hindsights
Who has taken you so far from me?
Surely you keep your excuses...
Longing to meet you even if i am still lost
No compass, nor North
Floating in the dark
Frosty summertime...
Starting over again, but afraid and shy
Growing older, chasing fireflies and firelights
Genuine feelings... Shall it be so! Shall it be!
Hurt before and so that preventing abuses
You know i have done my utmost
However, there are renewed vows from now and so forth
Wish hope for both of us... A forgiver spark
Please set us free, inspiring rhyme!
After a painful silence and undesirable hindsights
Who has taken you so far from me?
Surely you keep your excuses...
Longing to meet you even if i am still lost
No compass, nor North
Floating in the dark
Frosty summertime...
Starting over again, but afraid and shy
Growing older, chasing fireflies and firelights
Genuine feelings... Shall it be so! Shall it be!
Hurt before and so that preventing abuses
You know i have done my utmost
However, there are renewed vows from now and so forth
Wish hope for both of us... A forgiver spark
Please set us free, inspiring rhyme!
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Posted: Dec 2016
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healin
Down those old ancient streets,travelin along worn torn ancient roads,so many brutalized souls,never given the chance to get the healin done,so your satisfied with your life,are you growing in spiritual life,can you see the harm that was done,till you get the healin done,will you deal with the poison inside,feeling its power thats dark live,when you deal with the reason its alive,will you get the healin done,keepin all that covert living down,sneakin past all the reasons to healdown,then you feel that tingle up your spine,thats when the healinbegun
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
The process
My Intuition
I do overstand why this is now how it is, I only wish you overstood. This feeling I feel makes my heart hurt, my dreams are so real it's almost like I'm there, the hope in my heart from the pain, clouds my brain. My visions are getting strange, My intuition, the vision.
Wisdom is virtues, and Honesty developes strong relationships, Trust builds friendships and Loyalty is love and Love brings security and dismiss all insecurities. Peace heals pain because pain brings hate and Hate doesn't like souls and Souls will be lost and must of the Most Highs children will perish. Self conviction
is a must and in Heaven it's a plus. This feeling is so strong, my vision of my intuition. Of all spiritual gifts, my intuition, my vision. My body absorbs what's deposit in and acts out what shouldn't be. The anger of what I know I now feel. Something disturbs my soul. Time has been lost, souls are pleading, people are leaving.
Wisdom is virtues, and Honesty developes strong relationships, Trust builds friendships and Loyalty is love and Love brings security and dismiss all insecurities. Peace heals pain because pain brings hate and Hate doesn't like souls and Souls will be lost and must of the Most Highs children will perish. Self conviction
is a must and in Heaven it's a plus. This feeling is so strong, my vision of my intuition. Of all spiritual gifts, my intuition, my vision. My body absorbs what's deposit in and acts out what shouldn't be. The anger of what I know I now feel. Something disturbs my soul. Time has been lost, souls are pleading, people are leaving.
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Posted: Dec 2014
Post CommentNow I Know
I loved you then
I love you now..
Time will reveal, what lies ahead
but always remember
what I have said.
Meeting you has changed my life ..
You left me alone, I didn't cry
But I waited for you on cold nights..
but you never came..
And
Now I know that you never loved me...!!!
But I wish you peace in the world
in which you live...
I love you now..
Time will reveal, what lies ahead
but always remember
what I have said.
Meeting you has changed my life ..
You left me alone, I didn't cry
But I waited for you on cold nights..
but you never came..
And
Now I know that you never loved me...!!!
But I wish you peace in the world
in which you live...
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Posted: Dec 2014
Post Comment
Dark moments in my Daughters life.
You came as a gift from Heaven,
I felt it that day as it revel;
you was all my Love in that moment,
not knowing the hardship of omen.
I knew,that you was the part of me,
but the life in shadow I could not see,
I wanted to be as Father the best,
but it turned out to be more than a test.
Your Fate was not what I had want,
the hardship you faced was evil as sort,
what ever big Love I had in my Heart,
could never safe you from that part.
The Mother I chose for you,
did never had the Heart of true,
the cruel and dark she had in mind,
she made as a crime,but still could hide.
I left the family for something new,
but naive as I was I had no clue,
that all my Love as Father,
your Mother turned to monster rather.
Four years old,so full of life and light,
you was the Busy Bee in it's hight,
but evil never work with sense,
so all your life turn into vain hence.
Your Mother split your life from me,
to do what ever bad she could as fee,
two years all contact was forbidden,
she cut your wings and made me a sinner.
All what she did to you in hate,
make me to bleed in all my Fate,
it's always as a needle in my Soul,
and never can it heal in whole.
Your Mother kick you round the floor,
your head was bleeding and safe not more,
when evil mind of her enough had got,
the conscious in your little Body was there not.
She left you there with no remorse,
was moral her of evil sours,
when conscious yours got back to light,
you hide in the closet for the rest of night.
You had to clean the blood your self,
Your Mother had no Heart to help,
she ordered also you to lie,
that down from chair you fell as fail.
The damage is there for life,
in body and in Soul so tight,
so many times your faith has dive,
but part of me you always climbing back to life.
I helped you to build wings new,
to give some better chance for you,
and as a Mother you are now,
your Heart is true to know how.
What ever old you are to be,
my Daughter little still I see,
but also friend you are of mine,
and there are never anything to hide.
I felt it that day as it revel;
you was all my Love in that moment,
not knowing the hardship of omen.
I knew,that you was the part of me,
but the life in shadow I could not see,
I wanted to be as Father the best,
but it turned out to be more than a test.
Your Fate was not what I had want,
the hardship you faced was evil as sort,
what ever big Love I had in my Heart,
could never safe you from that part.
The Mother I chose for you,
did never had the Heart of true,
the cruel and dark she had in mind,
she made as a crime,but still could hide.
I left the family for something new,
but naive as I was I had no clue,
that all my Love as Father,
your Mother turned to monster rather.
Four years old,so full of life and light,
you was the Busy Bee in it's hight,
but evil never work with sense,
so all your life turn into vain hence.
Your Mother split your life from me,
to do what ever bad she could as fee,
two years all contact was forbidden,
she cut your wings and made me a sinner.
All what she did to you in hate,
make me to bleed in all my Fate,
it's always as a needle in my Soul,
and never can it heal in whole.
Your Mother kick you round the floor,
your head was bleeding and safe not more,
when evil mind of her enough had got,
the conscious in your little Body was there not.
She left you there with no remorse,
was moral her of evil sours,
when conscious yours got back to light,
you hide in the closet for the rest of night.
You had to clean the blood your self,
Your Mother had no Heart to help,
she ordered also you to lie,
that down from chair you fell as fail.
The damage is there for life,
in body and in Soul so tight,
so many times your faith has dive,
but part of me you always climbing back to life.
I helped you to build wings new,
to give some better chance for you,
and as a Mother you are now,
your Heart is true to know how.
What ever old you are to be,
my Daughter little still I see,
but also friend you are of mine,
and there are never anything to hide.
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
To start with the first truth,this Poem was very hard to do,I cry and write,cry and write again and again,the feelings of the memories came out from the shadow.Her Mother did not want children at all,what I could not understand,because I wonted so many of them and I was believing,that as a Mother she is sure going to Love her children,but I was badly wrong.
We was over all to far from each other in to many things and then I left the family for my two Sons Mother.
My Love for my Daughter was very deep and her Mother was very jealous about it and told to my Daughter that she was the reason to our divorce.
She told my Mother,that she is going to do everything she can to destroy my life.
Before that she met with my new Love and they made a deal,that if I take care of her needs,then she give my Daughter to us.
When I heard it ,I could not accept that other people make a deal about how to use me and I did refuse. I have think about it many time later and that I should had accept to be used,then I could had safe my Daughter from the horrible things that was done to her.
Later my Daughter was taken with Ambulance two times unconscious to the Hospital,but nobody still checked what was the real reason.....I never knew what had happen,but if I had heard about it,I had for sure not believed in any accident.
My Daughter got finally courage enough to brake her self out from the jail she had live in from 4 years old on the Fathers day,when she was 15,she came to me and refused to go back to the Mother.
From 4 years old,she had to wash her own cloth,make food,take care of all her own things and also wash the floor of whole the apartment on knees in an old way,she kept her as an made or in fact more as like a Slave.
About 20 years ago,she got a stroke in the Brain where she had got the damage when the Mother kick her around the room. The Doctor was thinking she hardly going to survive,but I think she is of hardwood as I am and she survived.
She still has to take Aspirin every day to keep the blood thin and a shadow is of course hanging over her.
After she moved to live with me,she still had hardship with her self,she was not sure who she was,because the Mother had destroyed almost all her own will.
She start to drink in secret and when I realized it,she was already alcoholic.
Little Poet
The little poet writes
nicely of his nice wife,
his nice kids,
his nice university,
the nice dead mice
he found on his nice
snowy road,
and his nice guilt for
sleeping with his
nice student.
but some are tornadoes
of words, whirling,
scattering books out
of the clouds-
Blake the tornado
Whitman the tornado
Neruda the Latin tornado…
Words fly out of their mouths
like spittle or kisses;
their passions and anger
fill the unruly world
and then comes the critic,
creeping along with his
two pairs of pants,
and his reservations
(most of them for lunch)
and his nice distinction,
semantic notions,
and his box full
of paper stars.
He pins one on the forehead
of the nicest poet
because no tornado
stands still long enough.
SAS
nicely of his nice wife,
his nice kids,
his nice university,
the nice dead mice
he found on his nice
snowy road,
and his nice guilt for
sleeping with his
nice student.
but some are tornadoes
of words, whirling,
scattering books out
of the clouds-
Blake the tornado
Whitman the tornado
Neruda the Latin tornado…
Words fly out of their mouths
like spittle or kisses;
their passions and anger
fill the unruly world
and then comes the critic,
creeping along with his
two pairs of pants,
and his reservations
(most of them for lunch)
and his nice distinction,
semantic notions,
and his box full
of paper stars.
He pins one on the forehead
of the nicest poet
because no tornado
stands still long enough.
SAS
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Posted: Jan 2015
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Salt in the Snow
Five below freezing
Coughing
And sneezing
There I lay in the snow
Zero below beating
My heart still repeating
From warm thoughts to bleeding
Tears fell from my eyes
To the earth they were fleeting
Like salt melting snow
From liquid to fro-
Zen like Heavenly feelings
Wanting warm sand between toes
Darkness became light
With such wondrous sights
I could see the threshold of forever
And forever was bright
Then I thought about you
My world again became blue
Deflating like helium
Sucked from balloons
Tho for a moment I wept
As my heart found content
With holding the memories
of the time that we spent
And I only want more
Still so much to explore
Like an astronaut thinks of space
Am I wrong to adore
Your warm gentle face
Floating in place
Over fields of wild sunflowers
Dancing with grace
And it s there that I wonder
At those times when I should
But sometimes to feel hunger
is the best kind of food
But I've licked that plate clean
To a shiny crown for a king
Over an empire of frost
Praying for spring
So then I watched the horizon
Ignite a new sky
Contemplating my journey
Finding whats left inside
Only allowed to have kept
all the things that I've lost
Beyond the emptiness of never
And all that it cost
So until I get to the place
Where I left my heart broke
I'll wander this world forever
A warrior
... Guided by hope
-Jesse Anata OKoroshi Masu F-
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Im Chilly Willy the penguin.I shake until I’m blue.
My head is hot and my feet are cold.
Ha…Hee…Hachoo!
Now what about the crocodiles along the river Nile?
I’ll bet they’re always warm as toast.
They always seem to smile.
I’m always Chilly Willy.
I’m frozen through and through.
My nose is red and my tale is told.
Ha…Hee…Hachoo!
WHAT COULD MAKE YOU REGRET YOUR RELATIONSHIP
Have you ever been asked that golden question
by your partner? And I am sure most often
than not, the question doesn’t go very well
with you and you always wonder why in the
world does your partner keep asking you that
question, when they obviously know you do.
by your partner? And I am sure most often
than not, the question doesn’t go very well
with you and you always wonder why in the
world does your partner keep asking you that
question, when they obviously know you do.
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
I've seen Pastors, seeing their fruits, whosedivine calling were doubted by people.
In same way have I seen couples that boldly
said God showed them their spouses but whose
marriages ended in divorce.
Then I ask, "Could it really be true, that God
actually called them or actually chose spouses
for them?"
Since you know it was true that Jesus asked
Peter to come on the water, yet he almost
sank, then the answer to those is "Yes, It could
be true!"
That God has shown you a line of business,
given you a talent, a spouse or has called you
into ministry is not enough to 'ground' their
respective successes.
Sometimes we relay a portion of the scripture
and asked "Could it really be true, that God
meant this for me? It is indeed true.
Just that for every sweet rice there is an
attached price.
Choice, Price and Core Values are three wise
men one would have to follow and take heed
to, if one decides to hit success in the end.
And you see: you can't get anything worthwhile
done without them.
Negligence, carelessness, pride, unforgiving
spirit, indecision, laziness, indiscipline, living a
"goalless" life, will only lead you to the palace
of REGRET!
Moreover, when you read that this is the day
that the Lord has made, and yet you launch
out and end up being sorrowful in the evening,
what would you think is missing? It is the
phrase: "I will rejoice and be glad in it!" And
this is born out of choice.
It is indeed true that He's created us as heads
to dominate, and to be above only. So choose
to live in the realisation of it. Else you'll be
beneath only!
Finally, decide to choose joy unspeakable
today: my million dollar piece of advice!
Smile still does it :) :) :)
Bittersweet Memory
I kept this yellow ribbon to tie
It around the old oak tree
I wondered if it would make you
Actually think of me
I leant across the trunk today
Knowing that my feelings had flown away
All that was left was the memory
Of our love that which we shared
The momentary kiss to know you cared
The heartfelt absence of you not being there
Made my heart ache within, and I knew
That you weren't being very fair!
I tied that yellow ribbon to the tree
And left it to sway within the wind
And as it danced, feeling free
It pirouetted into a new beginning
It made me feel lighter today
As my burdens and anxieties went away
Dancing freely, like the leaves
That swirled, twirled, helping me to finally feel
Free
Angeldancer 2023.
It around the old oak tree
I wondered if it would make you
Actually think of me
I leant across the trunk today
Knowing that my feelings had flown away
All that was left was the memory
Of our love that which we shared
The momentary kiss to know you cared
The heartfelt absence of you not being there
Made my heart ache within, and I knew
That you weren't being very fair!
I tied that yellow ribbon to the tree
And left it to sway within the wind
And as it danced, feeling free
It pirouetted into a new beginning
It made me feel lighter today
As my burdens and anxieties went away
Dancing freely, like the leaves
That swirled, twirled, helping me to finally feel
Free
Angeldancer 2023.
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Posted: Apr 2023
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