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The Invitation
You have been invited to another day of life
And the invitation fills your heart with delight
The morning sun glistens through the leaves on the trees
And a gentle breeze seems to caress your face
Being aware of this time and place
You have been invited to another day of grace
The birds sing and the meadow green
Among your surroundings summer flowers come into view
An invitation to another day of knowing God loves you
And the invitation fills your heart with delight
The morning sun glistens through the leaves on the trees
And a gentle breeze seems to caress your face
Being aware of this time and place
You have been invited to another day of grace
The birds sing and the meadow green
Among your surroundings summer flowers come into view
An invitation to another day of knowing God loves you
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Posted: Jun 2022
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online today!Some Things Rhyme With Orange!
She flew her glider off the Blorenge*
For she had a bird-like skill;-
And the flimsy craft was orange;-
('Twas launched from that mighty hill).
It took a long walk to arrange;-
This courageous act of will;-
To first mount this rill (or range);-
(The braveness does impress me still).
Her name was Angela (or 'Ange');-
She lived down by the old stone mill;-
Her surname could be "Gorringe"?**
Yes, I think that fits the bill!
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For she had a bird-like skill;-
And the flimsy craft was orange;-
('Twas launched from that mighty hill).
It took a long walk to arrange;-
This courageous act of will;-
To first mount this rill (or range);-
(The braveness does impress me still).
Her name was Angela (or 'Ange');-
She lived down by the old stone mill;-
Her surname could be "Gorringe"?**
Yes, I think that fits the bill!
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
* A hill near Abergavenny (in Wales), popular with hang gliders** An English surname....note: any resemblance, to any person (living or dead), is purely coincidental
*** (Naturally this poem contains some assonance)...
Wishful Thinking
I wander alone through this murky wood
Thoughts of you once again fill my head
Will you walk this wood with me someday?
Carve our names on a tree?
Will you take my hand and place it on your heart, kiss my lips, promise we'll never be apart?
Will you catch me when I fall, love me, warts and all?
Is it just wishful thinking?
Or can it be, you also dream of me?
And so as I walk closer to the end of this long and lonely path
I look up to the clouds and whisper
"One day I'll find my way, for now though, come what may"
Thoughts of you once again fill my head
Will you walk this wood with me someday?
Carve our names on a tree?
Will you take my hand and place it on your heart, kiss my lips, promise we'll never be apart?
Will you catch me when I fall, love me, warts and all?
Is it just wishful thinking?
Or can it be, you also dream of me?
And so as I walk closer to the end of this long and lonely path
I look up to the clouds and whisper
"One day I'll find my way, for now though, come what may"
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Posted: Feb 2016
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Poet"s corner
There is me... and only me...
In this world of poetry,
In the crystal fairy tale of life
I am the brightest star.
The ground is slipping from under my feet
The stars are spinning in time with the breath ...
The stream of my words is flowing,
Massaging my inflated ego .
My soul is flying with delight
In the clouds.
Unplayed love motive
Gives birth to my poems...
Ah ,I love myself so much
Always –
There are no other important words
For now ...
Like a mosaic of feelings
Through the years
I will write down my name in the dawns
In this world of poetry,
In the crystal fairy tale of life
I am the brightest star.
The ground is slipping from under my feet
The stars are spinning in time with the breath ...
The stream of my words is flowing,
Massaging my inflated ego .
My soul is flying with delight
In the clouds.
Unplayed love motive
Gives birth to my poems...
Ah ,I love myself so much
Always –
There are no other important words
For now ...
Like a mosaic of feelings
Through the years
I will write down my name in the dawns
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Posted: May 2022
About this poem:
It concerns our poet"s corner-The way I see some poets on our Poet"s corner .. I tried to write with humor and a little bit of irony))) sometimes it's just getting very funny ..
We are not wrong in our future
The future that we live in is right all along
so was the past and the present
but the truth is we are wrong
in what we think we did
we made this mess
we cause these wars
we cause this pain and lost
we cause all of this upon us
and we blame it on the other guy
we tried to play the advocate and judge
so that the world will believe we are the good guys
and get scott free of our murderous crimes.
so was the past and the present
but the truth is we are wrong
in what we think we did
we made this mess
we cause these wars
we cause this pain and lost
we cause all of this upon us
and we blame it on the other guy
we tried to play the advocate and judge
so that the world will believe we are the good guys
and get scott free of our murderous crimes.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Inspired by optimisticmeThe Future poem
thank you
Answers?
So many searching for answers, why there is good and bad?
It’s all there plain to see, you’ve been told throughout history,
You recite the words then preach your way, but you never learn
No one has say, and that is how it’s meant to be, when you are
Ready you will see, these words mean nothing, open to ridicule,
Just have an open mind and you will find you’re not subject
To common rule.
It’s all there plain to see, you’ve been told throughout history,
You recite the words then preach your way, but you never learn
No one has say, and that is how it’s meant to be, when you are
Ready you will see, these words mean nothing, open to ridicule,
Just have an open mind and you will find you’re not subject
To common rule.
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Posted: Jun 2022
Post CommentHiding from the truth
The possibility of normality is lost in
diversity, lets start a row, I don't
know how, we're humanoid , create a void?, live a life of stupidity?, lets
kill and maim and hurt and be the same, let us see, can we go down
in history, the worst that could be? For all our talk, we have not changed
the rich get richer the poor get maimed, it's sickening to see, we are
what we are, not what we could be, it's not our fault???????? really?
diversity, lets start a row, I don't
know how, we're humanoid , create a void?, live a life of stupidity?, lets
kill and maim and hurt and be the same, let us see, can we go down
in history, the worst that could be? For all our talk, we have not changed
the rich get richer the poor get maimed, it's sickening to see, we are
what we are, not what we could be, it's not our fault???????? really?
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Posted: Jun 2022
Post CommentAsk!
When you ask who am I, I shall say, go away,
I know you, and you know me, so, remember
Your part, go away, and take it to heart,
And if you come back, look into my eyes,
And see, that I will know your lies.
I know you, and you know me, so, remember
Your part, go away, and take it to heart,
And if you come back, look into my eyes,
And see, that I will know your lies.
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Posted: Jul 2022
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The universe doth spin
Dreams of kings and courtiers
before the heavens
circular does the sun course
on its axis the universe doth spin
There's a moon in my window
I hear crows of vanity
from an early morning c*ck
should I sleep or rise?
Oh but I rest!
indifferent to your nature
O Universe,
'tis true
I pass the days
in trivialities
while you hold
magnificence
in your hand
and down through the ages
visionaries and sages
I see
sunrises for strangers
travel as you will
fair waifs and strays
before the heavens
circular does the sun course
on its axis the universe doth spin
There's a moon in my window
I hear crows of vanity
from an early morning c*ck
should I sleep or rise?
Oh but I rest!
indifferent to your nature
O Universe,
'tis true
I pass the days
in trivialities
while you hold
magnificence
in your hand
and down through the ages
visionaries and sages
I see
sunrises for strangers
travel as you will
fair waifs and strays
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
pretty random but good to get a poem going on a cool day hereI look!
I look, I see, what was meant to be,
But nothing is divine, nothing here makes
You mine,
All of our creation, and all of what
You can be,
It’s decided by who?......you at the
Back, you are me!
Sometime in some way in someplace
And somehow, you will know,
You are me! In the past in the future and
Now!
But nothing is divine, nothing here makes
You mine,
All of our creation, and all of what
You can be,
It’s decided by who?......you at the
Back, you are me!
Sometime in some way in someplace
And somehow, you will know,
You are me! In the past in the future and
Now!
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Posted: Jun 2022
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