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Earthly man.
Once I was an earthly man standing on my own. I thought I just had everything, but yet I stood alone. I had my car, My money, I had my family too. Just one thing I didn't know the devil had me too, He helped me lie, he helped me cheat and steal. He helped me do those earthly things in hopes to make a deal.
Then some people sent my God, showed me where I stood, I would not listen to what they said. I thought I was just too good. But when I was down and left all alone I remembered what God's people said and how to get along, I had to come to the cross just as Jesus did and asked the Lord to forgive my sins just so I could live.
Now I walk and talk with my Lord. Every single day and he gives me what I need when I humble myself and pray.
Then some people sent my God, showed me where I stood, I would not listen to what they said. I thought I was just too good. But when I was down and left all alone I remembered what God's people said and how to get along, I had to come to the cross just as Jesus did and asked the Lord to forgive my sins just so I could live.
Now I walk and talk with my Lord. Every single day and he gives me what I need when I humble myself and pray.
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Posted: Jan 11
About this poem:
As much as we would like to think, the world has the answers.Try a different alternative. You might like it.
online today!Pipe Dreams Woven
Golden letters swirl along, their magickal energies mingling
Dancing, twirling, pirouetting to the piper's melodies
On the breath of air that captivating one poised quill
Of the wordsmith as it stands poignantly to attention
Language clear and consicely woven to their new ability
Words weighted and whispers yearning to be heard
A sound that is half-spoken, softly sung, knowing that
What's been written has been done to the extremes of
The quill that screams as it stresses the powerful strain
Of Magic within its power, and all it needs is a finishing touch
Where the rhymes can speak for themselves, emphasizing, Hot
Too much?
As the piper concludes his Scottish tracks,
The words form a message saying 'God has got your back'
Diplomacy in the art of tact, security in knowing that
Mingling energies coinsided, work together, not trying to hide it
The words themselves know what to do, its about piecing together
Chips and part of the puzzles that fall on through
But as the feathered quill darts and trusts in the innate gift
That doesn't collect more dust, the enigmatic inspiration of
Introspection that pours through this stanza thus, has
Powered many that drink the potions of collected lust
And by the darkness of the sky itself, the piper has laid down
His pipes to respect the health of the listeners that do connect
To retain a sense of peace within the air from which,
The dead, they call, simply to encourage, uplift and help us all
The last position recalled on the listening ear,
But not everyone will hear the sound of the pipes far and wide, transported back to the days of depression, poverty and when times were hard
From the days when one could hear the music from their own
Backyard
From when one could rest easy and leave the window open for the music to drift in, and answers could be found in the silence from when spirit whispered memories bathed in love
Silent messages that came in on the wings of a white dove
That brought in the symbolism of peace and a trusted source
Of a lesson in life, not knowing the consequences of what was wrought, the pain and the hurt from that lesson was taught
And in the silence, the answers were sought, in that one memory, life was indeed, caught, but if it weren't for us listeners
Then it would've been all for naught
Dancing, twirling, pirouetting to the piper's melodies
On the breath of air that captivating one poised quill
Of the wordsmith as it stands poignantly to attention
Language clear and consicely woven to their new ability
Words weighted and whispers yearning to be heard
A sound that is half-spoken, softly sung, knowing that
What's been written has been done to the extremes of
The quill that screams as it stresses the powerful strain
Of Magic within its power, and all it needs is a finishing touch
Where the rhymes can speak for themselves, emphasizing, Hot
Too much?
As the piper concludes his Scottish tracks,
The words form a message saying 'God has got your back'
Diplomacy in the art of tact, security in knowing that
Mingling energies coinsided, work together, not trying to hide it
The words themselves know what to do, its about piecing together
Chips and part of the puzzles that fall on through
But as the feathered quill darts and trusts in the innate gift
That doesn't collect more dust, the enigmatic inspiration of
Introspection that pours through this stanza thus, has
Powered many that drink the potions of collected lust
And by the darkness of the sky itself, the piper has laid down
His pipes to respect the health of the listeners that do connect
To retain a sense of peace within the air from which,
The dead, they call, simply to encourage, uplift and help us all
The last position recalled on the listening ear,
But not everyone will hear the sound of the pipes far and wide, transported back to the days of depression, poverty and when times were hard
From the days when one could hear the music from their own
Backyard
From when one could rest easy and leave the window open for the music to drift in, and answers could be found in the silence from when spirit whispered memories bathed in love
Silent messages that came in on the wings of a white dove
That brought in the symbolism of peace and a trusted source
Of a lesson in life, not knowing the consequences of what was wrought, the pain and the hurt from that lesson was taught
And in the silence, the answers were sought, in that one memory, life was indeed, caught, but if it weren't for us listeners
Then it would've been all for naught
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Posted: Jan 11
About this poem:
just a story in itself, introspectiononline today!The Storm In Me
I stood at the edge of the cliff top
Watching, waiting as life slipped on by, through
My fingertips, as I stood, mesmerized
By the beautiful sunset in the sky
Captured in these times ahead,
The sunlight beams as the sun has wed,
A new dawn is coming, transferring to the new night
That wanders in, bringing with it
A sense of the blues as the warning spotlight gleams
Through the clouds, searching
For me, for my own stupidity
As I gaze at the scene unfolding below
Nobody knows which way I'm meant to go
It could be Death for its incessant taking
It could be me wondering why I'm here, just waiting
It could be Life for its endless ways of nagging
Frustrating choices are afoot, no way of telling
What's kaput, as the wisdom hails in from the West
On a startling new revelation
I blink, thinking that I'm too late in reminding myself
And preparing my fracture mind for humiliation
Too late in preparing for the powers that be to decide
My fate, needless to say should I now just wait?
I step back, realizing that the choice is within me
The power that I had has gone with the rightousness of the sun
Knowing that the worst is yet to come, as the storm
And I become One, melding and aligning as the rain
My fears becoming tears of what's collected over the years
As the rain pelts, one by one, I'm sure in knowing what I've done
Or was about to do, the momentum hits me deep within
An aching heart, but I'm not here to win
I'm here on this Earth to be loved and to love,
To learn about what's sent from the Universe above
A collective consciousness, not to throw away in a game
Of chance, where entitled wits don't stand a lasting thought
Where none of my enemies end up being caught
And where love prevails the sense of injustice, serving
The beauty of Karma in all its reigning heights, bringing
A new beginning a chapter unravelled, I stretch my fingertips
To grasp out right, as they flow through the words that are typed
Which remain golden
I watch as those golden words dance in front with all possibilities in action too,
a sense of hope fills me and my soul anew
Reality has changed from one stance to another, wherein
The spotlight has gone and I run away from the scene and duck
For cover, my wits are with me now, as the storm passes by
Its gone in an instant with a blink of my eye.
I realize now that the storm wasn't on the outside raging on
But it was more in the mindset, within the realms of this verse
Words that will call out to many that hope to be heard
An emotional battle of self-control it would seem that
Not everything is as it stands in your everlasting dreams
This consciousness knows that to be true
And its only you who can rewrite the future as to how you want it, too
Whether that's by setting up boundaries and holding to your close
The friends and family who you hold dear the most
Those that you count as soul family too will always be with you
Through the hard times and good, they won't leave you stranded
As some folk ordinarily would
Its time to end this poem now for good or for the bad,
Think of the times you shared between the happy and the sad
Be glad of the memories made for all within and involved
May the problems that aren't problems feel as though they've been solved
May resolutions be found and solutions solve what's not been solved,
May you find hope and peace, happinness, within the depth of your soul
May you not wonder about what might have gone wrong
May you find inner freedom within the words that belong
Watching, waiting as life slipped on by, through
My fingertips, as I stood, mesmerized
By the beautiful sunset in the sky
Captured in these times ahead,
The sunlight beams as the sun has wed,
A new dawn is coming, transferring to the new night
That wanders in, bringing with it
A sense of the blues as the warning spotlight gleams
Through the clouds, searching
For me, for my own stupidity
As I gaze at the scene unfolding below
Nobody knows which way I'm meant to go
It could be Death for its incessant taking
It could be me wondering why I'm here, just waiting
It could be Life for its endless ways of nagging
Frustrating choices are afoot, no way of telling
What's kaput, as the wisdom hails in from the West
On a startling new revelation
I blink, thinking that I'm too late in reminding myself
And preparing my fracture mind for humiliation
Too late in preparing for the powers that be to decide
My fate, needless to say should I now just wait?
I step back, realizing that the choice is within me
The power that I had has gone with the rightousness of the sun
Knowing that the worst is yet to come, as the storm
And I become One, melding and aligning as the rain
My fears becoming tears of what's collected over the years
As the rain pelts, one by one, I'm sure in knowing what I've done
Or was about to do, the momentum hits me deep within
An aching heart, but I'm not here to win
I'm here on this Earth to be loved and to love,
To learn about what's sent from the Universe above
A collective consciousness, not to throw away in a game
Of chance, where entitled wits don't stand a lasting thought
Where none of my enemies end up being caught
And where love prevails the sense of injustice, serving
The beauty of Karma in all its reigning heights, bringing
A new beginning a chapter unravelled, I stretch my fingertips
To grasp out right, as they flow through the words that are typed
Which remain golden
I watch as those golden words dance in front with all possibilities in action too,
a sense of hope fills me and my soul anew
Reality has changed from one stance to another, wherein
The spotlight has gone and I run away from the scene and duck
For cover, my wits are with me now, as the storm passes by
Its gone in an instant with a blink of my eye.
I realize now that the storm wasn't on the outside raging on
But it was more in the mindset, within the realms of this verse
Words that will call out to many that hope to be heard
An emotional battle of self-control it would seem that
Not everything is as it stands in your everlasting dreams
This consciousness knows that to be true
And its only you who can rewrite the future as to how you want it, too
Whether that's by setting up boundaries and holding to your close
The friends and family who you hold dear the most
Those that you count as soul family too will always be with you
Through the hard times and good, they won't leave you stranded
As some folk ordinarily would
Its time to end this poem now for good or for the bad,
Think of the times you shared between the happy and the sad
Be glad of the memories made for all within and involved
May the problems that aren't problems feel as though they've been solved
May resolutions be found and solutions solve what's not been solved,
May you find hope and peace, happinness, within the depth of your soul
May you not wonder about what might have gone wrong
May you find inner freedom within the words that belong
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Posted: Jan 10
About this poem:
a little inspiration
Raspberries in the lane
Raspberries in the lane
fruiting wildly under the sun
I have my eye on them
but I suspect the children will have them
it makes me happy
that someone had the foresight
to plant out this public space
curing the neighborhood
of drab fences and grass strips
last week we planted hibiscus
their flowers are ephemeral
but so patently joyful
I hope they survive the cool winter
its marginal to grow them here
better somewhere warmer but we will see
winter being far off
cast the blues away!
fruiting wildly under the sun
I have my eye on them
but I suspect the children will have them
it makes me happy
that someone had the foresight
to plant out this public space
curing the neighborhood
of drab fences and grass strips
last week we planted hibiscus
their flowers are ephemeral
but so patently joyful
I hope they survive the cool winter
its marginal to grow them here
better somewhere warmer but we will see
winter being far off
cast the blues away!
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Posted: Jan 8
About this poem:
This week I discovered some guerilla gardening in an alley near my house, quite a joy...
Why Are The Lonely Lonely
Why are the lonely lonely
How do you define sad and blue
Why are the lonely lonely
One day it rains on me the next day it rains on you
Why are the lonely lonely
Someone should write a song
And heal all the broken hearts
That have been hurting for so long
If there were a magic voice
That could lead all the romantics
To a love that was faithful and true
Especially when love and honesty is way over due
Why are the lonely lonely
Is this a question in vain
Why are the lonely lonely
Maybe it has something to do with the rain
How do you define sad and blue
Why are the lonely lonely
One day it rains on me the next day it rains on you
Why are the lonely lonely
Someone should write a song
And heal all the broken hearts
That have been hurting for so long
If there were a magic voice
That could lead all the romantics
To a love that was faithful and true
Especially when love and honesty is way over due
Why are the lonely lonely
Is this a question in vain
Why are the lonely lonely
Maybe it has something to do with the rain
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Posted: Jan 7
Post CommentCracked Pepper
Cracked pepper, just a memory
your reflection in stainless steel
all may yield few clues
birth of a test pilot's angst
in radiation blue
this lime lime resonance
is a song to fully appease
stirring the crowds at 45 rpm
load and reload boys
a witching in the switchgrass
cocaine copters
out on the delta
sky black, hijack
gone like DB Cooper
who would have guessed it
who could have breathed it
message for 2024
sleep with your boots on
your reflection in stainless steel
all may yield few clues
birth of a test pilot's angst
in radiation blue
this lime lime resonance
is a song to fully appease
stirring the crowds at 45 rpm
load and reload boys
a witching in the switchgrass
cocaine copters
out on the delta
sky black, hijack
gone like DB Cooper
who would have guessed it
who could have breathed it
message for 2024
sleep with your boots on
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Posted: Jan 6
About this poem:
starting 2024 with a little craziness
One more loss
If you look at the sky for a long time,
You will see the stars falling.
I'm throwing them for you out
Of the rainbow with my paw!
If you look at the sky for a long time,
You will see white white clouds,
Those are me and my comrades,
Running after each other
Across the rainbow!
If suddenly from a gray cloud,
The rain starts dripping
Onto the ground,
This is me and my comrades ,
WE MISS you...
AND WE start crying...
You will see the stars falling.
I'm throwing them for you out
Of the rainbow with my paw!
If you look at the sky for a long time,
You will see white white clouds,
Those are me and my comrades,
Running after each other
Across the rainbow!
If suddenly from a gray cloud,
The rain starts dripping
Onto the ground,
This is me and my comrades ,
WE MISS you...
AND WE start crying...
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Posted: Jan 2
About this poem:
another painful lossWe lost our dog right before the new year . I hope he feels better and calmer THERE
online today!Messed up World
Wrath, wrath and wrath
Hate, hate and hate
War, war and war
Conspiracy galores everywhere
Killings, bombs, missiles,
Stabbings, shootings, homicides and suicides,
Displaced and dillusional
Strife and poverty,
Floods and famines,
Helpless and needy,
People in sorrow everywhere.
We ponder, on this messed up World
As we hear over and over, Attrocities.
But cannot fathom,
How the hate started.
Hate, hate and hate
War, war and war
Conspiracy galores everywhere
Killings, bombs, missiles,
Stabbings, shootings, homicides and suicides,
Displaced and dillusional
Strife and poverty,
Floods and famines,
Helpless and needy,
People in sorrow everywhere.
We ponder, on this messed up World
As we hear over and over, Attrocities.
But cannot fathom,
How the hate started.
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Posted: Dec 31
About this poem:
Just ignore those who are bad.Try to make a better World.
We need to start from "me", "I", or "myself"
Wish a possible mindset for peace to All around The World in
2024
Putter Gooder
Just putter gooder one on there
What are we talking about
The storm door on my house
With a trap door for a mouse
Why heavens sake do that for
Justa gonna ruin a good door
Still better than the one before
When a big snow comes around
The cat don’t want out no more
That’s the craziest thing I heard
You sure you don’t know for sure
Nope I can’t say for sure no more
What are we talking about
The storm door on my house
With a trap door for a mouse
Why heavens sake do that for
Justa gonna ruin a good door
Still better than the one before
When a big snow comes around
The cat don’t want out no more
That’s the craziest thing I heard
You sure you don’t know for sure
Nope I can’t say for sure no more
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Posted: Dec 30
About this poem:
It’s always fun to share a little hillbilly humor with you all in my native dialect……but we do make language fun up here in the Upper Appalachian Mountains….
Emmanuel with us
If the truth
were to be
told
Christmas dinner
was cold
Yet my salmon
was fried
And was hot
when it
arrived
Air-fried
roasties
Carrots
and sprouts
Port cranberry
sauce
Blue plastic
knives
and forks
No Knife
to cut
the turkey
and ham
Looked like
we were
in a bit
of a jam
pulled from
my pocket
a fold up
heirloom
shaped like
a gun
no it wasn't
a spoon
Five inches
of Blade
suddenly
displayed
Wide-eyed
& open mouth
The Travellers
eyes
surveyed
broke
the silence
when I
made a joke
From then on
lots of giggling
yule tidings
& hope
The puppy
was home
And on
the mend
A wonderful
present
for Jesus
to send
Sensed our
Savior looking
upon us
with a smile
on His face
Watching His
children come
together
As the human
race.
29/12/23 ©
were to be
told
Christmas dinner
was cold
Yet my salmon
was fried
And was hot
when it
arrived
Air-fried
roasties
Carrots
and sprouts
Port cranberry
sauce
Blue plastic
knives
and forks
No Knife
to cut
the turkey
and ham
Looked like
we were
in a bit
of a jam
pulled from
my pocket
a fold up
heirloom
shaped like
a gun
no it wasn't
a spoon
Five inches
of Blade
suddenly
displayed
Wide-eyed
& open mouth
The Travellers
eyes
surveyed
broke
the silence
when I
made a joke
From then on
lots of giggling
yule tidings
& hope
The puppy
was home
And on
the mend
A wonderful
present
for Jesus
to send
Sensed our
Savior looking
upon us
with a smile
on His face
Watching His
children come
together
As the human
race.
29/12/23 ©
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Posted: Dec 30
About this poem:
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