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A BILLION WAYS TO SAY THREE LITTLE WORDS


There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing
Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver unto you from the Spring
And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet”
As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet

There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous nouns
More words than there are tidy and tiny towns
Now let me say this in a different way to you
you will never find words birthed anew
You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say
When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pay
Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will one day keep?
Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep?

How shall I react when she says three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me

Will her lips form each syllable clearly so that I might understand and let it be?
Well where is she already with her supposed proposal billions before have done and said?
Instead of my beloved the minister meandered closer and whispered the three wrong words, “your fiancé’s dead”
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A PROCLAIMED PROMISE AS PROSCRIBED

Surely there must be music…………………………..
Hymnals heard to echo from walls leafed by genuine gold
As they cometh into His arms for to enfold
“Behold,” says he to a heart whose ease is now portended as being peaceful at last
“My children this is your new hearth, your sanctuary, your reward for a righteous past”
Hush now
The sacrosanct souls heard through their ears your names being sung by a choir of heroes in harmony heard
……..with God’s blessing and baptizing every beautiful word
And there set before you all is the promised table at which you all now sit in a most prominent and well deserved place
And then the latest arrival, this sanctified soul must soulfully lead us in saying “Grace”
There to dine on delights deemed by the heart of Jesus for His beloved ones
All his devoutly devoted daughters and all his sacred sons

So sit do they now at the right hand of reverence
For this lovely woman’s deliverance
Welcomed warmly by those she knew and those she never knew before
Urged with genuine congeniality through the Lord’s front door
“this is your new home with loved ones and the ones so soon to love”

your covenant is now considered complete, having duly been signed by you and the one high above
For they have arrived in a place privy only to the pious who have all paid their due
A place where aged wrinkles bring flesh soft as silk anew
A place sanctified by songs of gospel and glory combined
Heavenly sounds created by the hands and hearts of masters defined
……………………there
She is finally there
And surely majestic music is heralded and heard there…………………..
There simply must be music
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one windy day on the flatland
I'll take your hand in mine
like old times...
and we'll gaze across the grey waves
the weathered down dunes
with their soft dips and curves...
ostend shall scatter my sorrows
and as I walk on the dreamy path
love will tell the tale
of ancient desires
and moist stories...

A MAN MADE A MAD MASTER
It’s on it’s way headed directly this way
Actually it should have arrived yesterday
I can sense the aromatic aroma of aristocracy
And the smell of smugness which demands its arrival
With all the senselessness of salacious survival
It has no pungent nor odorous taste other than sour
And from a plush pulpit does it demand undiluted power

Whenever it shows up I am helpless against such a stern and tightly clenched fist
As I am held hostage in a mill and I am its grist
It doesn’t ask for a task to be done with a grin but rather clutches a riding crop
As I do its bidding sweat drop to tear drop
It arrives often and usually at night
When the marauding moon crosses the threshold of the sun
It bears no weapons for war upon
And all there is for us is to wait until its gone
As I fear too greatly to take up and readily run
But quiver in a corner fearing for everyone
Yet it sneaks in and declares its supremacy supreme
as i advise all whom i see that we are all going to scream
For it knows the secret that they need no weapons to kill
And as I said, all I am is more grist for the mill
In the middle of a cloud and sleeping on a dream
Scream!
That’s all I can do
And submit and be subservient to the sinfulness akin to every born again sinner
While each and every time it is determined the winner
I……….slave to a maudlin and murdering master
Warn I today, for everyone, of disaster
That is all I have to say
And I swear now, at this crucial hour, wickedness is on its way
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It bears no weapons forward upon

Once on my travels through the dark woods,
My eye did espy something silvery and good.
Was it a fairy, a sprite or a turtle dove?
No! It was magical, elusive, good old love!

I followed her quietly to a moonlit circle,
Encamped by toadstools all clad in purple.
Suddenly the air was filled with creature song,
And love wove a magical dance all night long.

She flitted high above the trees,
And danced among the autumn leaves.
She wove her magical spell in and out -
And chased away all my fears and doubt.

Then she fluttered down to where I hid,
And kissed me softly on my eyelid.
She wove her spell around my heart,
Such a lasting impression she did impart.

Now I have found love - she dances in my heart!
She brings people together or pushes them apart.
Sometimes ... love can be somewhat tragic ...
But mostly love is a special kind of magic!

A dead man tells no tale
Even if you grab him by his tail
or hammer him with a nail
He is nothing without his soul

Sometime you are in a situation that you can't cope
you must try hard not to loose hope
and dont end your life in a rope
otherwise you will be a big flop

There no time to die today
just bow down and pray
and GOD will see your cry
soon he will drop something on your tray
and you will find another way

I came out of the supermarket to be greeted
by the most amazing sky so stunning I stopped
and just stared navy blue back ground lined
by startling sapphire streaks that were layered.

Isles of azure blue all around were dotted
and the Clifton suspension bridge framed
perfectly as if an artist had just painted
it amidst the towers that above it soared.

Driving along admittedly gawking nearly crashed
fast as possible I got to a clear spot and stared
got out heart thumping in pure joy totally bedazzled
by the superb spectacle of various blues intermingled.

As full dark came away it all faded
I rushed home and a pen I grabbed
yet I knew that justice beyond me laid
by a master poet only can it be depicted

So Many special moments in my mind
for some of them I have really pined
remembering those I have left behind
I can recall with clarity those declined

Special places that became entwined
in the canvas of my mind now redefined
I revisit with glee places enshrined
and recall magical moments that unwind

Outlined in gold in my mind defined
I walk and recall the ones I refined
people lost with who I wish to rebind
recalling some for who I once repined

Our lives are full of memories, signed
and dated they rattle in the wind
flashing past so fast they become twined
and stay as I recall them all to my mind

What is MAN?
The image and likeness of God,
A servant of Jesus the Lord,
The evidence of His word.

What is Man?
Nothing but ashes and dust,
Nothing but malice and lust,
Nothing that any should trust.

What is MAN?
Nothing but woeful and vain,
Nothing is he, but inane,
Nothing does he, but complain.

What is MAN?
Nothing of value from birth,
Nothing of any great worth,
Nothing but scourge of the earth.

What is MAN?
Nothing but lost and alone,
Nothing for sin, can atone,
Nothing but dead in his own
Sin.

What is MAN?
NOTHING.
Nothing at all, without Jesus.

Through the mirrored glass,
Lies the impossible
It is not so transparent?
Even to the trained eyes
Can you notice a snake in the grass?
Unravel the ultimate lie
Isn't it so apparent......
Untouched version of the truth
We try to find in desperation
Is it to much to ask
Clearly seek and you shall find
Useless words... can be so unkind
But in the end ... it to shall pass


Elizabeth R