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dreamweaver

HOW TO LET GO?


HOW TO LET GO?

We hold on to so many things
and sometimes we wonder
how to let go?

It may look and seem so hard
to let go but right philosophy
can help us let go.

We came to this world all alone
and we will go all alone with
not a thing with us.

Once we have accepted this fact,
like opening fist to let sand
slide away from hand,

Letting go becomes easy without
withdrawal syndrome caused by
lost things we loved.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/Dreamweaver
30th June, 2016.


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poetry2071

EMPATHY


A child shows empathy, care and concern
a childs innocent, and sweetness, is something to be admired , respected, and learned

A child shows even EMPATHY, for a small baby BUG
that they see climbing on a rug

A child they are so sweet and innocent
a child, shows no hate or discontent

We need tp remember how a childs innocence and sweetness
treats all living things even a flower, with EMPATHY, LOVE, CARE, CONCERN, COMPASSION, and RESPECT, so much more, and none the LESS

Unconditionally, a child has great EMPATHY,and LOVE, for everybody, and EVERYTHING
a childs love care, concern and compassion, to everything, and everybody, is a great, great, BLESSING

The EMPATHY, of a CHILD
is is great, greater, and the GREATEST, not meek, weak, or WEAK

By john d jungers
29th of june 2016

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poetry901

Sing For His Grace


Do you sing for his grace
An open space for truth to linger in
To terry through the fields
Open hearts and minds fulfilled
By grace he saved us forward to victory
Now's the real time for Joy
For forgiveness follows
And the wind blows
All the rivers sing a song
The trees sound as wind blows bye
The shadows fade and the light of the lord reigns
Galaxies flame to a start of a new
And the time wastes away to be no more
But every beginning is beautiful
And every beginning makes life seem new
All the oceans rush to the shore
And I feel Joy

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sirricky

Praise Pure Hearts



Purify me from sin,
So I will then be clean;
Rid me of within,
The mistakes that have been.

Wash me both in and out,
To be whiter than snow;
Relieve me of the doubt,
With Your glory to glow.

Let me hear sounds of joy,
Filled with songs of gladness;
Letting my bones deploy,
Chasing away sadness.

Hide Your face from my sin,
Wipe out what I did wrong;
So I get discipline,
Let not the guilt prolong.

Make a clean heart in me,
Renew a right spirit;
Allow Your Spirit to see,
My deeds are true merit.

Do not cast me away,
From Your ever presence;
Guide me as to not stray,
Blessing me in essence.

Let Your Spirit stay here,
Do not let Him depart;
For helping me revere,
To praise with a pure heart.

Restore Your salvation,
Filled with joy within me;
Building a foundation,
For setting my soul free.

I need help to obey,
Willingness to follow;
Each and every day,
Guiding me as I go.

Then I will teach Your ways,
To those who do rebel;
Benefits to who prays,
The rumors to dispel.

Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer

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lesp2008

Tr´fico Dominicana


Copyright © 2015
12/11/2015
21:18

Este loco tráfico de hora punta, el tráfico
como nadar al mar Caribe,
en estas calles por las que no quiero ser.
Faros más brillantes que las naves espaciales,
naves espaciales, estos controladores que hacen
quiero lado, las horas pico que querrías salto

Muchos prisa y corriendo, corriendo
enviando a muchos de los hospitales con la sangre
borbotones . Conducir por estas calles,
Nunca se sabe lo que va a coincidir locos

En las carreteras con baches, baches
y la velocidad . la velocidad es su credo,
Creo que eres atrevida, pedir que tieso
él es frío. Y recuerda, más grande es el
coche hace dominicanos una estrella

Y, motocicletas como las abejas de burbujas, un bache
es todo lo que verá . y sus tejidos
flotando delante de todos los saltos

Por lo tanto, en estos caminos no cierre los ojos,
llegó a ser como un águila, todo el mundo trata,
Dominicana tráfico puede ser el fallecimiento de cualquier persona

Dominicanos no tienen reglas, que no son
fresco, con hacer lo que quiera fuera de la escuela,
escuela que no es demasiado fría. los viejos got
maldiciendo, con toda su proxenetismo y presionante

Y, para conducir, se necesita un águila de
ojo en estos caminos llenos de baches para salir adelante, llegar
por muchos que parecen estar enfermos mentales
detrás de la rueda

No hay luces traseras, luces traseras?
ni siquiera la cabeza luces . es difícil de
ver alrededor de las luces altas en la noche,
casi todo el mundo corre luces rojas
hace calor y hay policía a la vista.

Así que, ¿dónde está la policía, policía? Policía
necesita un aumento de sueldo decente no puede ver a nadie,
Ellos ven su salario es inferior a los peces en un mar.
el tráfico Dominicana no es un lugar en el que quiero estar.

Este tráfico no es pragmático, simplemente adaptar
al frenético, agitado y caótico.

por: LP
22:13
Editado: 30/12/2015
01/13/2016


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alwaysawarrior

THE PRICE WE HAVE PAID TO MAINTAIN YOUR FREEDOM!


WE HAVE LOST WAY TOO MANY VETERANS FROM PHYSICAL WOUNDS, AND FROM THE
MANY ISSUES RELATED TO POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER (PTSD) DURING OUR
OWN HISTORY THROUGHOUT THE YEARS. WHETHER IT WAS FROM THEIR SERVICE IN
WORLD WAR TWO, THE KOREAN WAR, THE VIETNAM WAR, THE GULF WAR OR ALL THE
MANY OTHER RECENT WARS AND CONFLICTS INCLUDING IRAQ, AFGHANISTAN AND NOW
ALSO FROM HAVING BEEN VICTIMS OF ATTACKS BY DIFFERENT TERRORISTS GROUPS
FROM AROUND THIS WORLD OF OURS AND STILL TOO THERE HAVE ALSO BEEN ATTACKS
HERE AT HOME IN THE USA AS WELL. THERE IS HELP AVAILABLE FOR ALL VETERANS
WHO HAVE BEEN AFFECTED BY THESE DIFFERENT MEDICAL AND MENTAL ISSUES THAT
ARE RELATED TO THEIR SERVICE DEFENDING YOU AND YOUR FAMILY'S FREEDOM TOO.
TO ALL THESE VETERANS I SAY THAT YOU'RE NOT ALONE, PLEASE SEEK OUT THE
HELP FROM YOUR COUNTY VETERANS REPRESENTATIVES, THE V A SYSTEM OR THOSE
LOCAL VETERANS GROUPS IN YOUR AREA WHO CAN HELP YOU TO DEAL WITH PTSD AND
OTHER ISSUES FROM YOUR SERVICE TO OUR GREAT NATION. YOU HAVE EARNED IT
AND YOU ARE ENTITLED TO GET THE HELP YOU NEED, SUICIDE HAS NEVER BEEN OR
WILL IT EVER BE THE ONLY SOLUTION LEFT TO YOU TO END YOUR PAIN AND YOUR
SUFFERING FROM ALL THESE ISSUES THAT YOU ARE FACING IN YOUR LIVES. NEVER
GIVE UP AND NEVER GIVE IN TO YOUR PAIN AND SUFFERING AND KEEP FIGHTING
EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT TO SURVIVE IT ALL. IT TOOK ME 6.5 YEARS DURING
WHICH I ALMOST GAVE IN SEVERAL TIMES TO THE REJECTIONS FROM THE V A SYSTEM
FOR HELP WITH MY OWN SERVICE CONNECTED PHYSICAL AND PHYSCOLOGICAL ISSUES
THAT I HAD AND I STILL DEAL WITH FROM MY YEAR OF COMBAT IN THE VIETNAM WAR.
BUT THERE CAME A TIME WHEN THE V A SYSTEM COULD NO LONGER REJECT THE HELP
THAT I'D EARNED AND WAS ENTITLED TO FROM MY SERVICE TO OUR OWN NATION AS IT
THE MANY TESTS RESULTS AND ALL THOSE HOOPS THAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH HAD
PROVED BEYOND ANY DOUBT WHAT*SO*EVER THAT ALL OF MY ISSURES WERE DIRECTLY
RELATED TO MY HEAVY EXPOSURE TO THE MANY CHEMICALS SPRAYED ALL OVER OUR
OUTPOST TO KILL OFF THOSE JUNGLE PLANTS AND BUSHES THAT THE ENEMY USED TO
HIDE IN AS THEY SNUCK UP TO ATTACK US BEWCAUSE THEY KNEW WE COULDN'T SEE
THEM. YOU SERVED OUR NATION WITH PRIDE AND WITH GREAT COURAGE AS WELL AND
YOU ARE ENTITLED TO GET THE HELP YOU NEED AND THAT YOU HAVE EARNED, PLEASE
NEVER GIVE UP AND NEVER GIVE IN AND KEEP FIGHTING EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT.

Terry Sasek * Alwaysawarrior (Former Sargent U.S. Air Force * Vietnam 68*69)

I still shudder when I think back to the night of January 10, 1973 on the 4th
anniversary of the worst attack our base had endured during my combat tour of
duty down in the Mekong Delta area by the Cambodian border, we had 3 killed
and 9 wounded that night and to this day I still don't know how I survived the
attack as I was caught out in the open no where near any bunker that I could
get to for safety. I was still single back then and this 4th anniversary was
bringing to me the worst nightmares I had ever had related to that date and I
was drunk and decided to end my life that night, but no matter how hard I had
tried my weapon would not fire even after I checked to make sure the safety
selector on it was off. I finally passed out and when I awoke late the next
morning with a terrible hang over and saw my weapon lying on the floor there
in front of me I suddenly realized what I had almost done that night and I
got rid of all of my weapons that I had the same day. It was exactly one week
later when I met the beautiful young lady who would one year later marry me.
She has been my guardian angel here on earth ever since, several years later
when I told her of that night in January of 1973 and what I had almost done,
she said it was divine intervention which had kept my weapon from working that
night and I agree also because God had other plans for me in life and as I've
reflected back over the years I still shudder when I realize all that I would
have missed out on had my weapon fired that night. I have a very loving wife,
a daughter and a son and we have three grandchildren who have all made me
look forward to each and every new day of life that God has blessed me with.



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johnoe

Stick--Less


Stickless I feel like a stick again. I listen to others talking and their conversation is beyond my understanding It's as if i don't occupy the same shape nor space they do, but I know, at least I think I know I'm the same as them. But i must be a stick again because, it's as if I never worked with and heard their conversation. All my working life heard the same old tales about football. Never did understand the passion on display, but then again if one can't understand, its better being a stick, least way, one doesn't have to pretend you're interested in the drivel dribbling from their twisted smiles or perhaps sneering lips.
Today the the lips were moving on about pigeons okay i know they're a bird and that they, at least some of them are homing pigeons, never felt at home anywhere. maybe that's why I always feel like a stick, I get thrown Around and where i end, i settle, until I'm picked up by a soft soughing though and find myself traveling on carried by the wind in the guise of a plane. Unlike the the homing pigeons where i end up is never home, just a place upon the ground that welcomes stick men such as me.

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smallsteps

Alternatives



Actions
At the World's other end
Reaching from the shade
A slim delicate hand
Languidly made
A stirring motion
In the sea
Which crossed oceans
To land near me,
She never knew
How far it went
Or how strong it could be
When finally spent.
I sat there
Feeling brave
It could have turned
To a tidal wave
Gravity having
Increased its notion
As it surged
Across that ocean.
A tiny ripple
Can scatter sand
When it breaks
On the land.
Cause and effect
We can't always know
We plant a seed to
Maybe watch a tree grow


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