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It's time for you to show
Dont do to others
what they done to you...
coz you will hurt another
And it comes Back to you!
Noone says it is easy,
but with a heart like yours,
it is not so hard either.
Be wiser ,not foolish ,
Be forgiving ,not Selfish,
Your talent is your gift,
Now is time to give others a lift.
Forgive and let it go,
It is time for you to spread your wings and show.
If we lived by this poem,
Mcradloff thinks this world will be at peace!
After reading this poem paloma agrees,
And says it is sound advise to me.
Odette from england is all smiles with compassion.
Because We all must learn to let go and forgive,
Jena find her freedom her love,
All silver pink purple wings and fly away.
what they done to you...
coz you will hurt another
And it comes Back to you!
Noone says it is easy,
but with a heart like yours,
it is not so hard either.
Be wiser ,not foolish ,
Be forgiving ,not Selfish,
Your talent is your gift,
Now is time to give others a lift.
Forgive and let it go,
It is time for you to spread your wings and show.
If we lived by this poem,
Mcradloff thinks this world will be at peace!
After reading this poem paloma agrees,
And says it is sound advise to me.
Odette from england is all smiles with compassion.
Because We all must learn to let go and forgive,
Jena find her freedom her love,
All silver pink purple wings and fly away.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
This goes out to Lori ,my high Noon poker partner ...by the way you're Wanted...500 jeans RewardAnd also to my fans ..extended version!
JESUS...my rainbow (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
“I set my rainbow in the cloud…” (Genesis 9:13)
“…; and there was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald.” (Revelations 4:3)
When the storms of life are beating upon the frail fabric of my mind
I long for peace and rest.
My soul looks above the clouds unto the veil behind, hoping for a sign of His Presence because He alone knows how to calm the storms.
He alone knows my story.
He alone feels my pain.
He alone cares for me and can ease the strain of the burdens that I carry.
He alone can take away my sorrow,
And promise me a bright tomorrow.
HE IS JESUS… MY RAINBOW
“…; and there was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald.” (Revelations 4:3)
When the storms of life are beating upon the frail fabric of my mind
I long for peace and rest.
My soul looks above the clouds unto the veil behind, hoping for a sign of His Presence because He alone knows how to calm the storms.
He alone knows my story.
He alone feels my pain.
He alone cares for me and can ease the strain of the burdens that I carry.
He alone can take away my sorrow,
And promise me a bright tomorrow.
HE IS JESUS… MY RAINBOW
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Posted: May 2022
About this poem:
Life's stormy weathers are easier to bear with Jesus's help.:-)
ALTERED EGO
Mirror mirror on the Ceiling,
Explain to me this peculiar feeling
As I gaze into this reflective glass,
I recall the time I Tanned your a**
Towering astride in my leather Gear
The Countess is present she's really here
Strong and formidable kinky too
She's a lot to handle for a guy like you
Mirror mirror on the Ceiling explain to me what you're revealing
This woman I see in the reflection
Is it truly me
Or self-deception
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
Who's this guy at my feet
kneeling
Massaging my toes with frankincenseand & myrrh
Who'd believe this would actually occur
Once a woman oppressed subjugated and demeaned
Now takes flight
after being quarantined
Agile winged Crane
Soaring new hights
The released child thrives whilst the flame ignites
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
You now bring comfort
and therapeutic healing
Explain to me this peculiar feeling
As I gaze into this reflective glass,
I recall the time I Tanned your a**
Towering astride in my leather Gear
The Countess is present she's really here
Strong and formidable kinky too
She's a lot to handle for a guy like you
Mirror mirror on the Ceiling explain to me what you're revealing
This woman I see in the reflection
Is it truly me
Or self-deception
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
Who's this guy at my feet
kneeling
Massaging my toes with frankincenseand & myrrh
Who'd believe this would actually occur
Once a woman oppressed subjugated and demeaned
Now takes flight
after being quarantined
Agile winged Crane
Soaring new hights
The released child thrives whilst the flame ignites
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
You now bring comfort
and therapeutic healing
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
This poem was inspired by the fairy tale mirror mirror on the wall...I thought mirror mirror on the ceiling would be a nice adult Twist.
This was part of a project where we were decorating mirrors...
My full length mirror was decorated fit for Freddie Mercury... and was exhibited at the Alley Theatre Strabane
moving stars
yes, that morning, very early morning
when stars still bright and shinning
I saw them clear
the stars were moving, moving?
I knew it, flying objects are for real
I need not NASA to tell me
what is out there.
when stars still bright and shinning
I saw them clear
the stars were moving, moving?
I knew it, flying objects are for real
I need not NASA to tell me
what is out there.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Stars. but not so fast.Special poem for ALL poets of Poet's Corner.
Acknowledgement from me to you,
Of all the things you say and do,
With every poem you compose too,
Comments I give heartfelt and true!
Our work is our pride and joy,
Express in happiness or sadness,
From every youthful girl and boy,
Regardless of our creative madness.
Sometimes our poems taken out of context,
It differ from person to person,
This is not a poetry contest,
All in different visions and versions.
Most are from personal experience,
Others are just inspirational influence!
That's what makes each and every poem special,
In our home..Poet's Corner is special !
Of all the things you say and do,
With every poem you compose too,
Comments I give heartfelt and true!
Our work is our pride and joy,
Express in happiness or sadness,
From every youthful girl and boy,
Regardless of our creative madness.
Sometimes our poems taken out of context,
It differ from person to person,
This is not a poetry contest,
All in different visions and versions.
Most are from personal experience,
Others are just inspirational influence!
That's what makes each and every poem special,
In our home..Poet's Corner is special !
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
From the past to the present poets ...I once again post this tribute to All .
And lest not forget our Lost ones too and those missing whom might return like I did .
Thank you all for viewing this humble poem of mine .
online now!Ancient Astronauts
There was an Ancient Astronaut,
Who was floating up on high,
He spied the puny Earthlings,
With his telescopic eye.
In a galaxy far older,
Than the one that we are in,
He saw men fly to the Moon,
In spaceships of shiny tin.
The astronaut, (he thought),
'Well, that is a good start,
But these people are still primitive,
And some they have no heart'.
'If the best of them can find a way,
To travel 'cross the void,
Then to burn with Earth's destruction,
Is a fate they may avoid'.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
Who was floating up on high,
He spied the puny Earthlings,
With his telescopic eye.
In a galaxy far older,
Than the one that we are in,
He saw men fly to the Moon,
In spaceships of shiny tin.
The astronaut, (he thought),
'Well, that is a good start,
But these people are still primitive,
And some they have no heart'.
'If the best of them can find a way,
To travel 'cross the void,
Then to burn with Earth's destruction,
Is a fate they may avoid'.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
I have CROWNAFFAIR (over in the blogs section) to thank, for the inspiration, for this poem........The faces of Lies,deceits and betrayals !
Whitish grey,
Do you lie?
Please tell me why,
Greyish white,
Harmless and thoughtless,
Tale binding with a long tail behind.
Light darkish grey,
Colours spectrum of deceit.
There is so many reasons to bluff. Caught red handed,
Fear is the main culprit!
Darkish greyish white,
The worst of the lot,
Sinister in it's form,
Cold-blooded stalker,
It's victim falls into instant death!
Which colour are you?
What good ever comes out from these?
Betrayal with epic historical portion,
From Kane,Mark Anthony to President Bush and Clinton!
Dont forget O.J ,Tiger woods and Arnold too!!
The price to pay is your name and fame,
And after that nothing will ever be the same..
Dont say white lies coz there are none,
Destroyer of happiness and your life,
That is the natural guile you face,
As a doctor to patients,
As a cop to criminals,
As a parent to your children,
As Most wives with their husbands,
The list goes on you see...
Do you believe you are innocent?
No lies,Back stabs,deceits or betrayals whatsoever..,
If so Dont start now,
But for others like me it is time to kick the habit,
Lying is like stealing ,
You keep on going until you get caught or are in a perilous situation.
It starts when you lie to your young ones,
It follows you till the last is home!
This is only a warning ,
Are you listening?
Do you lie?
Please tell me why,
Greyish white,
Harmless and thoughtless,
Tale binding with a long tail behind.
Light darkish grey,
Colours spectrum of deceit.
There is so many reasons to bluff. Caught red handed,
Fear is the main culprit!
Darkish greyish white,
The worst of the lot,
Sinister in it's form,
Cold-blooded stalker,
It's victim falls into instant death!
Which colour are you?
What good ever comes out from these?
Betrayal with epic historical portion,
From Kane,Mark Anthony to President Bush and Clinton!
Dont forget O.J ,Tiger woods and Arnold too!!
The price to pay is your name and fame,
And after that nothing will ever be the same..
Dont say white lies coz there are none,
Destroyer of happiness and your life,
That is the natural guile you face,
As a doctor to patients,
As a cop to criminals,
As a parent to your children,
As Most wives with their husbands,
The list goes on you see...
Do you believe you are innocent?
No lies,Back stabs,deceits or betrayals whatsoever..,
If so Dont start now,
But for others like me it is time to kick the habit,
Lying is like stealing ,
You keep on going until you get caught or are in a perilous situation.
It starts when you lie to your young ones,
It follows you till the last is home!
This is only a warning ,
Are you listening?
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Posted: Sep 2012
Post CommentNobby
Oh Nobby I am so sorry
That you were born to be a boy
To be toughened up
For my parents to destroy
Punch after punch Blow after blow
From a boxer in the army
Daddy beat you up
Into an emotional Tsunami
So when you grew up
You flipped your wig
Beating up everyone
You felt really big
Your wife and three daughters
Had to go into hiding
Yet her dad was the only one
She could confide in
Bashing on his door
Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"
Threatening the old man
With a petrol chainsaw knife
Smashing up his van
By ramming yours into his
Terrifying the neighbours
And your own kids
The hatred that was in you
Wouldn’t allow you any peace
Until your father-in-law
Lifted the shotgun
And the double barrel he released
He blew away your head
While you were rolling a cigarette
Outside a London police station
Without a single regret
He received two years sentence
Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt
I visited him in prison
With cigarette papers and some snout
I just wanted to hear his story
Letting him know I bare no grudge
To bring him my forgiveness
As God is the only judge
He may have pulled the trigger
Of that double barrelled gun
Yet who loaded the ammunition?
Yes my dad and my mum
That you were born to be a boy
To be toughened up
For my parents to destroy
Punch after punch Blow after blow
From a boxer in the army
Daddy beat you up
Into an emotional Tsunami
So when you grew up
You flipped your wig
Beating up everyone
You felt really big
Your wife and three daughters
Had to go into hiding
Yet her dad was the only one
She could confide in
Bashing on his door
Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"
Threatening the old man
With a petrol chainsaw knife
Smashing up his van
By ramming yours into his
Terrifying the neighbours
And your own kids
The hatred that was in you
Wouldn’t allow you any peace
Until your father-in-law
Lifted the shotgun
And the double barrel he released
He blew away your head
While you were rolling a cigarette
Outside a London police station
Without a single regret
He received two years sentence
Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt
I visited him in prison
With cigarette papers and some snout
I just wanted to hear his story
Letting him know I bare no grudge
To bring him my forgiveness
As God is the only judge
He may have pulled the trigger
Of that double barrelled gun
Yet who loaded the ammunition?
Yes my dad and my mum
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990I have performed this poem for performance poetry
In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts.
It's Not The Best Poetry, I Know
It's not the best poetry,I know,that I write for a girl
It's not best poetry,I know,and she may never read anything I write
I don't know why I was left out of her world
She seems so far away as stars in the night
I wasn't ,the best guy for her,I know, so why keep writing this way
I wasn't,thinking to clear,I know, time to stop and call it a day
Seems like I've already written these same lines before
So why should I write them once more
It's not the best poetry,I know,and so I'll lay down my pen
It's not the best poetry,I know,and for someone I'll never meet again
For this is now and that was then
Poems written for a girl and now the last one comes to an end
It's not best poetry,I know,and she may never read anything I write
I don't know why I was left out of her world
She seems so far away as stars in the night
I wasn't ,the best guy for her,I know, so why keep writing this way
I wasn't,thinking to clear,I know, time to stop and call it a day
Seems like I've already written these same lines before
So why should I write them once more
It's not the best poetry,I know,and so I'll lay down my pen
It's not the best poetry,I know,and for someone I'll never meet again
For this is now and that was then
Poems written for a girl and now the last one comes to an end
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Posted: Jun 2022
Post Comment
Launch Complex 34
Long ago,
the rockets roared.
from this place,
to Space above.
Now the pad lies empty and still,
"Abandon In Place" stenciled black
upon this place of dreams on high,
the echos still cross the night sky,
the voices heard "Ignition!" "Liftoff!"
although the speakers long left for
the Undiscovered Country,
and reached its shore.
Cold concrete and steel with a soul,
Of triumphs and tragedies long ago.
For Grissom, White, and Chaffee,
who never got to go.
Now the complex silent,
Except for the winds that sigh,
Somewhere the three are together,
Forever heroes on high.
the rockets roared.
from this place,
to Space above.
Now the pad lies empty and still,
"Abandon In Place" stenciled black
upon this place of dreams on high,
the echos still cross the night sky,
the voices heard "Ignition!" "Liftoff!"
although the speakers long left for
the Undiscovered Country,
and reached its shore.
Cold concrete and steel with a soul,
Of triumphs and tragedies long ago.
For Grissom, White, and Chaffee,
who never got to go.
Now the complex silent,
Except for the winds that sigh,
Somewhere the three are together,
Forever heroes on high.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
On January 27, 1967, NASA astronauts Virgil I. Grissom, Edward H. White, II, and Roger B. Chaffee were aboard an Apollo spacecraft and Saturn IB rocket for what was supposed to be routine ground testing of the systems. America was heading for the Moon, and all-up testing was designed to ensure spacecraft functions, the Launch Control Center, and other critical pieces required to get to the Moon. The test was considered non-hazardous.A 100% oxygen-fed fire ignited in their Command Module, and all three perished in just a few minutes as launch pad personnel desperately tried to open the multi-layered hatch which was designed to be hard to remove to preserve spacecraft hull integrity. Others tried to fight the fire while rescue crews arrived, but it was to no avail.
Launch Complex 34 was decommissioned after the manned Apollo 7 launch, and the launch platform left as part of a memorial to the astronauts. In honor of their lost lives, NASA also deemed that the astronauts should be forever honored by honoring their crew name of Apollo 1, which would have been the first manned Earth-orbit flight for the Command and Service Modules. Their official mission patch is black-bordered in publicity photos of the men taken before their deaths, rather than do afterwards in memoriam.
Some 55 years after their deaths, the LC-34 platform still stands, with two plaques honoring the men attached to the platform legs, as well as additional memorial information added to the site.
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