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FORGIVENESS IS MY SONG
WHEN THE MIND CONCIEVES THOUGHT,
THOUGHT NURTURES EMOTIONS;
EMOTIONS BREED ACTIONS;
ACTIONS BEGET REACTIONS;
REACTIONS GENERATE CONSEQUENCES;
CONSEQUENCE WHEN POSITIVE, IS GERMANE, BRINGS HARMONY AND ENSURES UNITY.
BUT IF NEGATIVE, BECOMES A TIME BOMB FOR THE UNIMAGINABLE.
ONE SECRETE THAT HAD ALWAYS WEATHERED THE STORMS OF REVENGE IS : "FORGIVENESS"
IT IS THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS.
IT IS THE PRIDE OF THE SAGES.
IT IS THE KEY TO MENTAL HEALING.
"FORGIVENESS" IS THE AMULET OF THE WISE.
IT IS THE GRACEFULL CHARM OF REASON.
IT IS THE HARBINGER OF PEACE.
IT IS THE ANTEDOTE TO ANGER.
WE CREATE OUR OWN PARADISE
WHEN WE ALL FORGIVE.
"FORGIVENESS" IS MY SONG.
IT IS A PRICLESS TREASURE.
SING IT WITH ME AND SEE HOW REFRESHING IT CAN BE.
THOUGHT NURTURES EMOTIONS;
EMOTIONS BREED ACTIONS;
ACTIONS BEGET REACTIONS;
REACTIONS GENERATE CONSEQUENCES;
CONSEQUENCE WHEN POSITIVE, IS GERMANE, BRINGS HARMONY AND ENSURES UNITY.
BUT IF NEGATIVE, BECOMES A TIME BOMB FOR THE UNIMAGINABLE.
ONE SECRETE THAT HAD ALWAYS WEATHERED THE STORMS OF REVENGE IS : "FORGIVENESS"
IT IS THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS.
IT IS THE PRIDE OF THE SAGES.
IT IS THE KEY TO MENTAL HEALING.
"FORGIVENESS" IS THE AMULET OF THE WISE.
IT IS THE GRACEFULL CHARM OF REASON.
IT IS THE HARBINGER OF PEACE.
IT IS THE ANTEDOTE TO ANGER.
WE CREATE OUR OWN PARADISE
WHEN WE ALL FORGIVE.
"FORGIVENESS" IS MY SONG.
IT IS A PRICLESS TREASURE.
SING IT WITH ME AND SEE HOW REFRESHING IT CAN BE.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
FORGIVENESS ENDURES
some where gone but not forgotten
just as all good things must come to and end the hurt the pain the memories no ifs and buts no conversation to be remembered by just out of touch still alive no laughter no tears no going back all i have is a simple prayer my forgiveness in all that is said and done my soulmate forge from the union made by god different directions twisted fate destiny with an open door live love and smile again
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
perspective from my marriage
The Options
To forgive,to move on,to shut down in fear
Or to leave for another place
It's all in the stories we get to hear
And the options we get to face
Depending upon what we think is right
A different path will unfold
Some awaits destiny dazzling and bright
While others so bitter and cold
Yet if we neglect to learn from the past
Do nothing but whine and complain
Life will insist that we simply must
And teach us again and again
Or to leave for another place
It's all in the stories we get to hear
And the options we get to face
Depending upon what we think is right
A different path will unfold
Some awaits destiny dazzling and bright
While others so bitter and cold
Yet if we neglect to learn from the past
Do nothing but whine and complain
Life will insist that we simply must
And teach us again and again
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Posted: Apr 2015
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Sonnet 1
Let the world mock at me and express grin
With all its skills to the fullest desire.
Let them find faults with me and use words in
Their subversive speech to support satire.
Your world may treat me dull and crestfallen,
But you know that I am a burning fire
And it pains me, which do not know these men.
Neither with effort the world can it know
‘Cause pomp and power, by and by, is swollen.
The massive world becomes short and the glow
Of swagger and pride has a fine touch
Over blind citizens of this world they flow.
Let the world mock at me open as much
But it is a fact, my life has been such.
With all its skills to the fullest desire.
Let them find faults with me and use words in
Their subversive speech to support satire.
Your world may treat me dull and crestfallen,
But you know that I am a burning fire
And it pains me, which do not know these men.
Neither with effort the world can it know
‘Cause pomp and power, by and by, is swollen.
The massive world becomes short and the glow
Of swagger and pride has a fine touch
Over blind citizens of this world they flow.
Let the world mock at me open as much
But it is a fact, my life has been such.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
It was written long ago on 25 March 1992.
Parting Ways
My fingers touch the outline of her lips...
stopping in mid-sentence,
she declares nothing more is to be said.
Like beads falling from a string,
each moment seems to fall silently to the ground...
lost and trammeled under the sand...
a gift consigned to posterity....
and to anyone that may pick through the ash and rubble.
So it is with this temple.
The caretakers forsake their deed, and walk the shortest path away from each other...
So it is.
Bitter tears and bankrupt emotions rule this day.
If love and hate are equally toxic...and one must imbibe,
I prefer the intent of the former....to the result of the latter.
But mine is not to alter...
but to forget and to forgive.
So it is...
stopping in mid-sentence,
she declares nothing more is to be said.
Like beads falling from a string,
each moment seems to fall silently to the ground...
lost and trammeled under the sand...
a gift consigned to posterity....
and to anyone that may pick through the ash and rubble.
So it is with this temple.
The caretakers forsake their deed, and walk the shortest path away from each other...
So it is.
Bitter tears and bankrupt emotions rule this day.
If love and hate are equally toxic...and one must imbibe,
I prefer the intent of the former....to the result of the latter.
But mine is not to alter...
but to forget and to forgive.
So it is...
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Posted: Sep 2013
Post CommentDark 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.
Now 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
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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
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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
WORDS
Speak gentle words, so others will incline their ear
to better hear, the words you have to say.
Speak harsh or unkind words,
then surely, they will only turn away.
Please don't aim your words like arrows,
the sort, that so often wound the soul.
For words can make a loving, warm heart,
turn into one, that's icy cold.
For once words tumble off the tongue,
you can never, call them back.
Now just as deadly missiles,
they're launched only, to attack.
You can't control the words, that others may say,
but the words you speak, are always up to you.
Pray,that you choose each one wisely,
asking if it's good or harm, that your words will do ?
For words can either build a body up,
or tear a body, slowly down.
Cracking and crumbling the foundation of a life,
that once stood so firm, on solid ground.
to better hear, the words you have to say.
Speak harsh or unkind words,
then surely, they will only turn away.
Please don't aim your words like arrows,
the sort, that so often wound the soul.
For words can make a loving, warm heart,
turn into one, that's icy cold.
For once words tumble off the tongue,
you can never, call them back.
Now just as deadly missiles,
they're launched only, to attack.
You can't control the words, that others may say,
but the words you speak, are always up to you.
Pray,that you choose each one wisely,
asking if it's good or harm, that your words will do ?
For words can either build a body up,
or tear a body, slowly down.
Cracking and crumbling the foundation of a life,
that once stood so firm, on solid ground.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Words like our thoughts, carry a strong energy ! I wrote this poem, as a reminder to myself-to always remember... just how powerful words truly are. In particular, those that we speak, to our selves !Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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