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No Pockets in My Garments

With no pockets in my garments
I am bound to leave this world.
I'm going to the Kingdom
where I'm the Kings wayward girl.
We've had a strong thing goin' on now
for a real long time.
Once and accountant to that Fiddler,
I am become His laughing Bride.

Well, I won't be goin' without you
because you know that ain't the way.
The King doth wait eternally
for all who've gone astray.
He's a real mench like no other:
His patience has no end.
He will lift you up on Eagle's wings;
Your broken heart He'll surely mend.

Now we're all goin' to the Kingdom.
Our only choice in this is "When".
You can choose to hate
and languish,
or you will the world befriend.
For the Kings so loves His children
that He'll never turn away,
and when you come into the Kingdom
your comin' home to your own
wedding day.

Don't need no pockets in my garments,
Love is all that with me flies.
It's only Real if its Eternal,
so Love is all I leave behind.
They can't tax it.
They can't steal it.
It doth not rot nor oxidize.
The more you give it,
the more you have it.
Love is the treasure of The Wise.

Yeah, we're all goin' to the Kingdom.
Our only choice in this is "When".
You can choose to hate
and languish,
or you will the world befriend.
For the Kings so loves His children
that He'll never turn away,
and when you come into the Kingdom
your comin' home to your own
wedding day.

Callaghan Grant 2010
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
After the death of a friend who was also a song writer and singer, this set of lyrics popped into my head, along with a tune, while I was thinking of my departed friend "Mr. James". I felt like he was singing it to me.
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IBjunkin

Dreams of the junk collector

When I first got home,I felt really bad,disgusted and tired and almost got mad.So I then got some sleep just as if I had none,and I dreamt about all of the things I had done.I went out to find stuff just to bring it back home and to make up this story in the form of a poem.I first saw one item disassembled and curbed,a couchy old couch that remained undisturbed.I saw it,drove past it and just left it there.Then I looked on ahead and I noticed a chair.It was dirty and old but completely intact,and was covered with mold as a matter of fact.Then I found a sump pump,picked it up with one hand.Though its cord had been cut,it went right in the van. A sewing machine was the next thing in line.I took it and tried it,turned out to be fine.Then some rusty old shelves were found on the grass.I took them apart and I loaded them fast.When I got back home,put the stuff in a pile. After all,I just knew it would sit there awhile.It would sit through the snow and the wind and the rain,`til the next time I`d find stuff,much more would I gain.Then the day for the scrapyard would finally arrive.It made me feel great and really alive! There`s nothing like picking up junk off the street.When it`s turned in for money,now dat`s really neat!
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
"Dreams of the junk collector" is a sequel to "The junk collector`s bedtime story." It describes in more detail about a favorite American pastime.During the heavy rains of 2011,the areas surrounding Chicago experienced severe flooded streets and basements.The next day,people were throwing stuff out and transformed the town where I live into a picker`s paradise.That was in July,during my vacation! When I returned to work,my colleagues asked me where I went on vacation. I replied with "Nowhere,really." All I had to do was just drive around town and fill up the van with whatever good stuff I could find.I could not fill it up fast enough. Now,that`s my idea of a good time!
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Safiazar

Wanna Hear My Story ?

Do you want to hear my story?
Be careful, it might be so scary.
I had written it in my diary,
It is all about me and a ghost who is fiery.

At peak of night, i heard a knocking sound,
But when i opened the door, no one was around.
Then confused by the mystery, i closed the door,
And i was shocked to see foot marks on my floor.

A droplet of sweat trickled down from my face,
While my heart beat has increased its pace.
I paced on to search my whole house,
But i found only dirty clothes and few mouse.

Then i felt icy air which made me shiver,
But sweat flowed in my body like a river.
It was the first time i felt fear,
To express it, i began to shed tears.

I thought it might be a ghost,
And thinking about it my body was frost.
I thought it might be an ghoul,
who has come to take my soul.

My lips became too dry to speak,
And i really don't know whom to seek.
When i looked around, there was no noise,
Then i heard a cold and rough voice.


When i turned back, i saw a ugly man,
Who was hanging in my ceiling fan.
You know seeing him was no fun,
So, i took off my heels to run.

He caught me but his hand was warm,
I woke up and found it was mom.
So, don't worry, it is just a horror dream,
I am happy here, drinking coffee with a cream.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
This Poem Is Just My Imagination
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dkpattanayak

Survival

Fights man with each other
for a handful of rice;
strangles others' throat
which is never nice.

Adopts man many a manner
to see him happy and wealthy;
makes the life of others a hell
and creates an atmosphere not healthy.

Suckles other's blood
through envy, anger and enmity;
telling might is right,
declares the sense of equity.

MAN! a poor creature,
ignorant among animals all;
forgets that the world is God's
Who has stored food for all.

Survival needs a handful of rice;
no fight among human beings.
He can survive better only by
extending love and help to others.
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Posted: Sep 2013
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dkpattanayak

The Bubble and I

"Welcome, you Bubble," asked I,
"Please tell me one thing.
For a moment you come
But what us to bring?"

Said the Bubble, "I'm for a moment,
True, and must vanish soon;
But hark you , my man!
For me this life is a boon.

Life has its own charm
Long or short - matters not;
On the water for a moment
I do love to float."
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Posted: May 2013
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wayne34

bird strike

Into the sky the metal eagle soars
The roar of the four turbines lifting its wings
Higher higher it lifts
Its wheels detract
Sliding into its belly

Flying up up to its destination it turns
To it final direction
inside its fragile passengers sit patient waiting to their destination to reach
A flock of birds

Collision strike into its engines they seek
Fragile this metal bird power lossed unable to sustain flight its engines now batterd broken it will go down
captain glides his fractured plane a runway to find

Time now ticking emergency to land
No runway in sight lots of burning fuel
Not enough power to the airport to land on the hudson it must

With the gentlest care the captain controls this metal bird with ease it lands smooth on the water it glides
Onto the hudson it lands a floating boat is not onto it metal wings its passengers pour
Waiting for rescue,they wait the fragile bird just about floats


Boats arrive to the rescue they are saved
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Posted: Jul 2013
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Bebagar

Dear God

Dear God up Above
Shelter Those in need of your protection and love.
Help them find a safe place to stay
And erase all their pain away

Comfort those who are alone
And those who are far away from home.
Give them hope and piece of mind
That in the end all will be fine.

Send a meal to all those in need
Even those that had bad deeds
Some believe the end is near
As they live each day in dreadful fear

Send them a sign to not give in
And by working together we will win
So Dear God Up Above
This is my prayer sent with all my love.
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Posted: May 2013
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JustOneBob

Beautiful and Rare

The sun is rising, peeking above the water.
It’s the beginning of a brand new day.
A gentle breeze is coming off the ocean.
I love the way it makes the palm trees sway.

Taking life, slow and easy
On the island where it’s warm and breezy
Never a worry, never a care
A piece of paradise
So beautiful and rare.

As I go walking, barefoot along the shoreline.
I love the feeling of my toes in the sand.
Living here on this island paradise,
I realize this is simply who I am.

Taking life, slow and easy
On the island where it’s warm and breezy
Never a worry, never a care
A piece of paradise
So beautiful and rare.

The day is done; the sun melts in the water.
I head off to bed with a smile on my face.
Snuggled in your arms tonight, my lady,
This is paradise regardless of the place.

Living life, slow and easy
This may sound just a little bit cheesy
There’s never a worry, never a care
You’re my paradise
So beautiful and rare.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
I've always had an affection for the islands.....even though I;ve never been...the poems I write are what I perceive as song lyrics....but being void of any musical ability...they are just words.
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dkpattanayak

For 'S'

Silent is the sky
Silent is the moon
Silent is the ocean
Silent shall I be soon.

Whom will you whisper
and whom will you say?
'Me ' will be a 'mummy'
Only to turn into some clay.

So my soul you save
Which is there in the cave
Of sins and of sorrows
Which will lead me to my grave.

Pray you at the end
Never make me bend,
For 'me' is 'you' and 'you' 'me'
And to each other a friend.
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Posted: May 2013
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Beachman61

Lost no more

Walking on the sand...visions return like a lost ol' friend,
Let the sun bake me. Watch the dolphins play.
Another day missing you. Why do I stay?

Feeling the waves...visions return of younger, better days.
Let the sun bake me, Hear the laughter of kids.
Another day without you, and the things we did.

Hearing the surf...visions return. I know their worth.
Let the sun bake me. The seagulls scream.
Another day kissing you, in only a dream.

Seeing the blue...visions fill me. My wife is you.
Let the sun bake me. Rip carry me away.
No more days without you. Water lead my way.


©lsd
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Posted: Apr 2013
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