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ReaderOfSouls

The Money For Her Diamond

In the heat of July
While bringing in the hay
He gave her a baling wire ring,
And this is what he had to say....

"Someday I'll put a diamond
Here upon your hand
A diamond as pure and perfect
As sure as I'm your man.

But you know, a diamond,
It won't ever shine
As bright or as long
As this love of yours and mine".

So they saved for her diamond
Fixed the tractor and bought a plow
And in the dead of winter,
Paid the vet bill for the cow.

The money for her diamond
Got water to the barn
And paid the increased taxes
The county levied on the farm.

The money for her diamond
Paid the doctor in town
And when their children were all grown
It bought the wedding gowns.

It paid for the new roof
When the big wind came through
Then it paid off the mortgage,
Before it came due.

The money for her diamond
Was always well spent,
She never even asked him
Just where the money went.

The money for her diamond
Helped them to survive,
The money for her diamond
Kept their hopes and dreams alive.

Today it's been fifty-four years
And the diamond is on her hand
But, as usual, in her pocket,
Lies her original wedding band.

A twist of baling wire
Bent and covered up in rust
A symbol of the greatest of loves
His Promise and Her Trust.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
This is a true story. My grandparents didn't have much money when they first started their lives together, so he gave her a baling wire ring. She wore it for years. He gave her a diamond ring when they were living and working in Africa after the kids had grown and had families of their own.. He kept his promise to her and she trusted him with all her heart and soul. They had a love that I hope is being emulated today. :)
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daradloff

Solutions to the Migrant Problem

Here are some solutions to the migrant problem are easy you see
Just make the place they left from where they want to be
Make it a place of good wages and violence free
A place where everyone lives in glee
Make the weather nice and the governments nice too
Everyone helping each other making some great stew
You bring the onions, I'll bring the beef
And we'll have a great feast with green grass beneath
So the people will live in warmth where they don't have to freeze
And the health of them is good so they don't have to sneeze
So the problem is easy, don't cha know
Just make Mexico and the rest where they want to go
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Posted: Oct 7
About this poem:
It would be nice too if these companies south of the Rio Grande River would pay good wages too.
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scarwolve

my christmas day poem

sense of hope can be found
within the folds of paper
wrapped tightly around a box
and a pinned pink bow on top

under the tree you will find
these parcels of gifts bunched up
under the sparkleing lights of the tree
waiting for the midnight call of laughter

the day awakens its time to unwrap
the sound of ripeing has engulfed the house
the hope of happyness has come to light
under the sparkleing lights.
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Posted: Dec 2009
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Unknown

ETERNAL advances ??because it is a Hero !...

Your church expects that Last trumpet sounds..

When opponent will be like a flood
The Spirit of God will put him on the run ha ha
Fear not, the evil will flee from you ha ha

Forward Majestic in his chariot, he has
Because the chariots of the Lord in the thousands,
Thousands, thousands of thousands ha ha ..

The children of God are on the rise
The Church of God is awakening
Against the forces of darkness we will go

Every battle we win ha ha
With the power of the Holy Spirit
With the same power that he rose again

Who raised Jesus Christ from death
Everywhere overcome
Because God is beside us

Crushed beneath our feet devil and his angels
destroy it with the Power holy fire,
The works of devil, we will win over sin
In the name of Holy Jesus,

And that precious blood, we have the victory in Jesus we adore you With all our heart and we raise our hands to you .. and proclaim your Throne and reign over us for eternity ....
And your church expects that last trumpet sounds. ha ha
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
I was inspired by the last prophetic book of Revelation of the Holy Bible
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Unknown

Will You?

It lovely sunset
I wish to someone hold my hand and whisper in my ear
I turn around and there is no one.
I went to room and took all pillows and blanket
I put my red lip stick...
I will be waiting here for You.
Just to take my hand and walk out room in to the sunset
Hug me and whisper in my ear

so, I will be waiting here for You .
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
I really mean this
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48jojo

Winters Day

Its that time of year when we move further away from the sun and days are short

The weather turns cold and the colors go dormant as the leaves fall

The white snow comes and clings to the bare trees and covers the brown grass and has a beauty of its own when left untouched. The lakes freeze over and the homes covered like mounds of cocoons that look warm inside as we sip our hot chocolates. The children play in the icy snow and build snow men and snowball for fun and skate on the frozen waters or on the man made rinks or a couple hand in hand like a romantic walk. We sleep more like the animals waiting for the dreams of spring when the sun and colors return as the cycle of life oh winter day

that comes our way today
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Posted: Nov 2014
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eeejay

real

I remember you
I think from somewhere
where beach and wood meet
it rained and rushed our day
it was one of the only times
you ever laughed
carelessness before it was externalized
you showed me a jar
its glass shone on your only peace
that night and forever on
I remember you
I think I always knew you
or was it
I remembered me
from your form
now only pictures
of things no longer real
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Posted: Aug 2017
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Unknown

The Endless Search!

The Endless Search!

Sharing the lonely road

And the search goes on ~

Will it never end

Are you still looking

For that someone special that’s just right for only you

Someone to fill the lonely days & nights

A special wish for that someone that’s wanting too!

A one with a needy heart and over flowing loving care

As the years fly by, where is your companion to enfold

A person to love as one grows old

To fill awaiting wanting arms

One of compassion with special charms

The eternal search goes on

Are you searching still

~ May your Dreams be fulfilled ~

Poet of Romantic Compassion
JimEee
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Compassion for all the lonely people
that are out there in Connecting Single's land ~
Hoping that they too will find their one & only!
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rambomalta

I Can't sleep

I cant eat, I cant sleep
I think about you day and night
Why cant I ever learn
That you will be alright,
Ever since the fight
I wish I could hold you tight
I thought you were the one
I thought you were my boo
But now I know that could never be true
You told me that you loved me
You said you wouldnt lie
You said you wouldnt go out
The night that you got high
You went to that party
Although you said you wouldnt
You tried to drive home
Though you were so drunk that you couldnt
I wish that you were alive
So that I could tell you one more time
That I love you and goodbye
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Posted: Nov 2009
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Nuwahri61

If Only..........

old man i see you there
your hunched back
and knuckles bare
taking your time
to get along
wondering of days
when you were strong
i wonder if.. those who care
would of thought
to be aware
of how life
can wear you away
working hard
amongst the fray
a simple strain
niggling pain
eventually
abnormal sane
your life depicted
by your scars
when younger years
saw limitless stars
if crystal balls
revealed your fate
would you change
all that would relate
to who you are
and how you've become
a crippled man
growing glum.......
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
I have often wondered how old people have developed into the person they are physically..........different postures for different types of work.....and if they would change their past if they knew what lay ahead.........just a thought
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