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Lost among the algorithms;
Is some verse profound;
Buried in archival pages;-
That you may not yet have found.

Some profiles deleted;
(By members who have gone);
Now Endlessly repeated;
By the algorithms song.

Hark the unknown Poets!
In this sea of cyberspace;
(The question marks don't show it);
But the words retain their grace.

Much, this verse is excellent;
(Though they have sought not fame);
And some poets, - they don't care;
If they leave behind a name.

Next time, you are stopping by;
Just spare a thought or two;
For those fine unknown Poets;
Who wrote just for me and you.


© lovecanbereal
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Heaven
It is a place we all want to go
I asked a priest once
When I die is it a long trip toward the bright light of heaven?
He said no
When you die it will be revealed to you
What you could not see, you will see
But
You have to remember
Heaven is not a place
It is God
I think of this conversation from time to time
Who is my heaven?
Who are the people who have made me happy?
I think if we can do that
Bring happiness to the people we meet
We can be angels on earth
And be heaven for others

Her hair was tied back as she jogged along
She looked at me as I drove away
Her blonde hair shinning in the sun I'm dreaming as I drive on
And it seems so right that a beautiful girl goes along with a beautiful day

A couple miles down the road my mirror looks so bare
But the memory is going to stay
And it seems so right
That a beautiful girl goes along with a beautiful day

Her eyes must have been blue
Cause the sky above is filled with that kind of love
How she could change the month of march to the month of may
Yes a beautiful girl goes along with a beautiful day

I don't like the numbness in my brain
I don't like the poverty in my name
Destiny was never here
And I could never tell where

No vibe to guide no wave to ride
No choice but to collide with pain
And the sound that's mine to cry
It always sounded the same

From a poor boy to a poor man
In a poor land where the wind carried me like the sand
And between a rock a hard place is where I got caught
With no luck and nothing to add up pull on the reins and call it naught

After plowing ground I can turn around and see that very little grew
And the only change my hair is less my hair is gray my chances left are few
So write it down write it right write it wrong write a song
Just another dream another chance to sing another day has come and gone

I have thought long, and hard;-

And the most lovable things; in this world;-

Are horses, women, and dogs.


© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

Is anything slow anymore
A slow day a slow way
A feeling of belonging to a place and time
Now try to rest your mind

In the land of milk and honey
Is there anybody
Somebody who can tell me for sure
Is anything slow anymore

Sunrise sunset fast train fast jet
And the newsman reports the news faster than you can place a bet
That everything is going down the drain
People don't even know your name

Now it's digital preplanned programmed
Life has become just a scam
And here am I
Wondering who I am

We use to live on less
Now we can't live on more
Now time is faster than regret will it ever be like before
Is anything slow anymore

“He who does not love does not know God,
for God is love” (1Jn 4:8).
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
....For I am persuaded that neither death nor life..., shall
be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus
our Lord” (Rom 8:35-39).



Dear God,


You are my God and Father and I love you because you first, and always have, loved me.
I am not even sure that what I ‘feel’ for you is truly “LOVE”
(the way that love is supposed to be),
but I know that
YOU are LOVE
and all things good. It is because you love me
that you are kind, gracious, merciful, longsuffering and forgiving towards me.
There is no other like you.
You created me, sent Jesus to die for me, and gave me your Holy Spirit to live inside of me.
There is no doubt in my mind (even when you chastise me for my foolish ways), there is no doubt that
YOU LOVE ME.


Thank you Father.

So, we are here today, where were we yesterday? Before we were born where were we? Cultivated in our mothers tummy!,,, So, where were we before the "act" we cant remember thats a fact, and where will we be when we cant see, back to the start? Hear the beat of our mothers heart? Then start again, a new creation? (lets hope we build a better nation)

With heart against mind
you find yourself drawn
to that love's tale spinning... forming ...
That hope for its happy ending
increasingly growing ...

Yet often, not as simple as that ...
Heart's unfounded fears ... mind's tormenting demons
can conspire against love's bud
where it's at ...
Stifled of light
before it gets the chance to grow ...
Denied the chance
to blossom and its seeds to sow ...

You hold on as devotedly as you can ...
Fight the damning cold winds
that threaten your heart for this man ...
But like a slippery hand,
it slides out of your loving grasp,
The birthing bond,
as surely, gets unclasped ...
Still ... not like Freya you'd wish to be..
blamed on love that hindered her
with clarity to see ...
For it's fears, bitterness, or hate
that blights the eyes to go blind,
from letting the light of mind and heart to shine through
like a guiding beacon ... the homeward path to find ...

The poem's title need not be so ,
for as long the delicate balance
we remember, accept, and know ...
Our reasoning is that which whereto should steer us,
with love's brightness from the heart
gently assisting ...
To help us through what hinders awaiting ...
Where thereby lies
the wisdom of this delicate equilibrium,
which ... if not done ... will time and again
cause heartbreaking delirium ...

SHAME

Hello you world leaders
Do you hear the knocking, yelling
and screaming from under ground
Shouting nay begging for your help

Little did they know, all on deaf ears,
their fears much worse than yours
in your shiny suits,
just counting the dead.

You are as bad as the bombers leader
who like a little boy sneer,s
Like a greedy boy, who takes what he wants
Whilst you sit and COUNT

Will shame ever catch up with you
In the future years when a land
is flat and has no young
All under tyrannical rule

Which make no bones
will turn on you
IN THE END