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Thank you for the Magic


Thank you for the Magic
Thank you for the magic of each day
it brings a silence sweet, soft with
Peace.

Each moment that passes as music
in the presence of each breath we take
are the moments we must except with
our hearts and minds.

Assigned to the inner knowledge of the spirit
we must fly in rhythm with each thought
with each signal that lights our intellect
and those around us, we must love
and shine.

Thank you for the shores of delight
among est the faltering shadows
that fade in the night.

Nature is our mother who shows
us beauty each day we live in the
the glory of wonderment and magic
created to be appreciated to
those who hear her silent
voice of love.

Pass your magic smile to each
one you see while alive on this
earth of confusion.

You'll never be sorry you loved
deeply! nothing bothering you
but a sad face crying alone.

Shine like the sun above!

© 2019 derena (All rights reserved)

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sirricky

His Steadfast Love


To Him who struck down the first born,
His steadfast love endures always;
For the promised land to sojourn,
Blessings rewarded to who prays.

Israel brought out among them,
His firm love endures forever;
The enemies He will condemn,
Because His love will not sever.

A strong arm and an outstretched arm,
Such a love endures forever;
Keeping Israel from all harm,
In their trek that they endeavor.

To whom divided the Red Sea,
His steadfast love lasts forever;
Responding to every plea,
An abandonment is never.

Israel passes right on through,
Because His love is eternal;
But Pharaoh’s men had not withdrew,
When drowning in a cisternal.

He led them through the wilderness,
Forever His love does endure;
Comforting them when in distress,
Ever present to reassure.

To Him who had struck down great kings,
Forever strives His steadfast love;
Reassures what victory brings,
By abiding in Him thereof.

He gave them land their heritage,
For enduring love is steadfast;
An inheritance to manage,
A promise made to ever last.

He remembered a low estate,
Rescuing from all enemies;
Ensuring they would meet their fate,
For their belief in blasphemies.

He who gave them water and food,
Give thanks to the God in Heaven;
For the people that He rescued,
With steadfast love He has given.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer


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dreamweaver

WORN SOUL




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smallsteps

Why


Don´t call me a Hero.
You weren´t even there
When I got the wound
That put me in this chair.
I was doing my duty
Patrolling disputed ground
It was just random chance
That I took a sniper´s round.

You didn´t see me
Moaning and crying
Totally convince I was
Bleeding out and dying.
No, the Hero was my mate
Who applied dressings that day
And stayed there with me until
The medics could take me away.

Heroes don´t wake up screaming
In the middle of the night
Because the bloody flashbacks
Have them convulsed with fright.
It would be wonderful, if,
Just for one special day,
I was there as myself,
Not as the Hero on display.

Please don´t call me a Hero
It´s such a status to live up to
And when l let you down
As I so often do
I feel in despair
At your so obvious surprise
And the disappointment
Reflected in your eyes

Just once when they tell me
How lucky I was not to die
I wish I had the courage
To openly ask them why.
So, don´t call me a Hero.
All I did was survive,
And I´m not quite so sure
You can call this being alive.



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poet5170

THE HORSE AND CART




THE HORSE AND CART

I`d be sitting on the doorstep
And I would listen for the sound
Of the horse`s clippety clop
It was the bread man on his round.

Round the corner came the big horse
Pulling the cart full of bread
When he stopped I`d give him a stroke
`What a beautiful horse` I said.

The first stop was at my Gran`s house
And I would stay right by the horse,
The bread man put me on the cart
And I was so happy of course.

It was high so I held on tight
As the horse walked down our street,
My smile was wider than a mile
`Cause for me this was such a treat.

I was lifted down when it stopped
Which was right outside my front door
I ran to my Mum and I said
`I want a horse that`s for sure`.

The horse turned and walked to our step
This was the same every Friday,
My Mum waited there with a carrot
Another highlight of the day.

The horse had not long had a foal
Which I was told when it was grown
That if I was a good girl
I could have it for my very own.

Now the bread man has come and gone
No more horse and cart to be seen,
I tried hard to be a good girl
But I guess I mustn`t have been.

`Cause I never did get that foal.

Then about 15 years down the line
I met (Alan) the bread man
I said `Can I have my horse?`
`Cause this is where it began
He gave me a quick wink and said
When he`s grown you can.
(sad but true).

copyright´ Elsie

Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
http://poetrypoem.com/poet5170


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afallinrose

Sensitive


It's an incrediblely raw deal to be born so sensitive, nobody knows how deeply you feel. Having to hide and never knowing what's real. Getting hurt all the time but never being able to regret whats behind. To have the capacity to love so strong and fierce , then have it cause anxiety and fear all your life long. Nobody will ever see the real you, too intense to handle, tossed aside like an ugly old sandle.
Always willing to help and over look small things, chilling how often used and disgarded , constantly shook to the core. It's having unwavering faith and trust , just wanting to be loved and internalizing the pain. Always learning not to trust not to show, but never able gaining the wisdom to know.
It's being built up just a bit, then being devastated by the one you believed in. To exist like this shouldn't be a sin, it's not like you'll ever win. It's being hollow when your guard is up, never knowing how when it's safe to let down. It's being surrounded but all alone, never really finding home. A vagrant doomed to wander around helping everyone, crying every night without making a sound. It's never being able to bare your soul, unless you dare to pay the toll. It's not worth it to seek out and find someone, anyone likewise sensitive and kind.
It's feeling unworthy and dirty because nobody will ever truly value the real you. Tossed aside , not capable of doing anything about it, not feeling anger but just curling up with the hurt.
Yet some way getting up , brusied and bleeding from wounds nobody sees. Keep going, never look back ,but feeling worthless, used, stupid, hopefully no one will notice and just let me be.

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melissaahowells

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)


*

how to write a masterpiece.
first.
don't call it that
you will readily lose half your readers
through the title alone

they will suspect arrogance

second.
don't care what anyone else thinks
let it all hang out
be yourself while everyone is looking
well
actually, reading

third.
tell the truth
but make it your own
you owe that to yourself
and surely then
your best self will come shining through

finally

don't care if its a best seller
one day your reincarnated self will
go to a bookstore and pick up the dusty volume
from off the shelf
and be amazed
at this singular discovery
that reminds them oddly of someone
they once knew.

wait wait
one more thing.
lastly
be grateful for all your life experience
and to all the nay*sayers
who insisted you weren't worth something
when you knew you were
the finale is.
a book with a dust jacket
with your own watercolors inside
and WRITING IT ALL
and completing it
is surely the best revenge

enjoy.
the chance at immortality
*

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 6:40am PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT*A*WORLD

AWAKENED AND WROTE DOWN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE
WHAT WAS IN MY HEAD.



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preciouspoetess

EXPECTATIONS




~EXPECTATIONS~

Empowering oneself means
Letting go of the expectations
WE place on people and outcomes

Stuck in a never ending cycle
Of waiting for the change
That only comes when one is ready

By learning to nuture ourselves
WE can go with the flow of life
And let things unfold naturally

People can only meet you
AS far as they have met themselves
They blossom in their own time

When we love them uncondtionally
It frees us from attachment
So Divine Will can happen

We than become the essence of
True Love, Peace, Joy, and Abundance
Because we are no longer

Bound by Expectations

12/4/2109 preciouspoetess (All Rights Reserved)



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