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poeticbearlovestowrite

Always Have an Attitude of Gratitude




So you are not a wealthy person with mega bucks to spend.
You are alive and doing well with the Lord´s help.
There is never a time that is so bleak as to having someone feel they are alone.
Remember that Jesus is always with you if you are a Christian.
He has promised to never leave you alone and to remain with you all the time.
You can count upon the Lord for keeping His Word.
This is why we should have an attitude of gratitude always.
For Jesus will not leave you defenseless or abandon you.
He has always and already made Himself clear on the matter.
When you stop and think of it Jesus has always loved you as no one else could.
He willingly gave His life for you and everyone.
Remember it is within His power to vindicate a person of their wrongdoing and forgive them.
Here is but another reason why we should be grateful to Jesus for it all.
Never think to yourself that you are totally alone for with Jesus you are not.
So have this attitude of gratitude and experience the joy that is yours for the taking.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)


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thepoetrysaloon

Elegy for the Darkness




Death came to the darkness.
A darkness not so gentle
as that which inspires the heart
with comfort in the long night.
But death to the pain and regret
which lived so long within it.
that merciless darkness.

which bound his very senses
in heavy chains of remorse,
imprisoning that spirit so free
from flying beyond life´s debris.
Which had caused a madness
to grow inside him like a disease.
Until he was more beast than man.

Death came to this darkness.
And the shackles fell from him
like dying leaves from a willow.
Life slowly revealed itself in light;
not that of a glaring sort, but that
of a tender kind, healing slowly,
all the wounds of his history.

With time, he would fly once more,
surely even with crippled wings,
but he would fly as a young sparrow,
finding its way across the great divide
of what was, and what may lay ahead.
From the merciless darkness into
the kind light of things yet to be.

´ 2014 Richard Keith Carlton



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ladydp2000

AS I WALK TODAY ( Trine)




~As I Walk Today~
(Trine)

As I walk today all completely alone
My mind goes back to all the good times that I've known.

So many wonderful memories that I'll treasure in my heart
I have so many of them that from me will never, ever part.

My love wish is that forever you've stayed here with me
But now it is just another dream that wasn't meant to be.

As I walk today all my thoughts of you to you are just flown
How can this poor broken heart of mine can ever healing start?
The wind whispers in my ears and my eyes full of rain can not longer see.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014

July,29,2014



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dreamweaver

MEDUSA



A metaphoric poem

~MEDUSA~

She was once a beautiful maiden
whose hair was her chief glory,
but as she dared to vie in beauty
with Athena, the mighty goddess

Who deprived her of her charms
and changed her beautiful ringlets
into hissing and wiggling serpents.
A maiden was turned into a Monster

She became a cruel monster of
so frightening an aspect that
no living thing could behold her
without being turned into stone.

All around the cavern where she dwelt
might be seen the stony figures of men
and animals which had chanced to catch
a glimpse of her and had been petrified
with the sight of the hideous monster.

Perseus favoured by Athena and Hermes,
the former of whom lent him her shield
and the latter gave him his winged shoes,
approached Medusa while she slept,

Taking care not looking directly at her,
but guided by her image reflected
in the bright shield which he bore,
he cut off her head, and killed her.

He gave the head to goddess Athena,
who fixed it in the middle of her Aegis
which she wore over her breastplate.
Once more the world was a safe place

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver

I carry a small mirror now.
One cannot be too careful.
Need no mirror on the Net.
One is pretty safe here
Just avoid the Webcam.
*Smile*



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mjfb1954

~*`POETRY IS THE CREATION OF BEAUTY`*~




~*`POETRY IS THE CREATION OF BEAUTY`*~
~`IN WORDS`~

~*`TRUE ESSENCE OF POETRY`*~

POETRY IS THE TRUE
SECRET ESSENCE
OF
ONE`S SOUL
OF INNER FEELINGS
AND DESIRES
WAITING
TO BE TOLD
BE IT HAPPINESS,
SADNESS,
OR DREAMS TO UNFOLD
REFLECTING
WITHIN GREAT POETS
SINCE
DAYS OF OLD.

RECORDED THROUGH
THE AGES
LIKE THOSE
OF LONGFELLOW
INSPIRING READERS
WITH HOPE
AND LOVE
EVER SO MELLOW
IT WAS NOT MEANT
TO DEFAME
OR INSULT INTO SHAME
FOR VILE LANGUAGE
SURELY
WILL NOT
BRING YOU FAME.

DESCRIPTIVE WORDS
ARE THE CHOICES
OF A WRITER
PAINTING PICTURES
AS AN INSPIRER
OR A FIGHTER
WHETHER IT BE FOUL,
HOPEFUL OR
WISELY SMART
IT REFLECTS TO THE READER
WHAT LIVES
IN A POET'S HEART.

A POET'S WORDS
SHALL BE RECORDED
FOR
AGES TO COME
AS WRITTEN POETRY
SHALL LIVE ON
AND
NEVER BE DONE.
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~`MJB`~
~ ~ ~
Poem *original copyright*
´*2008*~all rights reserved
~ ~ ~
GRAPHIC LAYOUT`REVISED:´*2011*
`Never Ending Circle Of Love`
by:`Janie/mjfb1954`
a.k.a.~'MJB'~
~ ~ ~
*EDITED*´*2012*
'WELCOME ABOARD ALL NEW POETS'
~ ~ ~
*RePost*´*Aug*2013*
`mjfb1954`
~ ~ ~

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~ ~ ~
`audio`
True Colors
by:Eva Cassidy



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poet13414

I AM THAT CHILD



I AM THAT CHILD

Who is that child of fading light, cradled by shadows?
Why is he so sad, so meek sitting alone among*st the deadly mushrooms?
Living, but barely existing from day to day between harsh eyes
Has he ever experienced the concept of "Worth"?

How could this child of light live in and out of the shadows he fears
Was kind of curse is it that's put upon this candle of no flame?
Lost in a world of drunken abuse filled with questions of why?
His life of tragedy weaned premature and then discarded to the bussards

My God, the fear, the hunger and the Creepers of Danger waiting to take advantage
Daylight offers nothing but the evil of the coming darkness of night
What is education to a six year old when the teachers are monsters?
The need is for comfort, saftey and small bits of scrapes to survive

This is the child of fading light and of lost innocence
No fault of his own, yet the horrors are etched forever within his brain
Shadows fellow him, a contant gloom of fear is worn like a dark cloak
Who is this child of fading light, cradled by shadows?

Body aged way before its time
Scared, battered, beaten mentally and physically before his seventh year
Life had dealt him a world of many unknown horrors
Who was the child of fading light and lost innocence?

That child was was no other than I
Now I speak out!

By Richard Lee Cook
7*28*2014



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sirricky

Comparing Things



Continue to love each other,
Likewise as sister and brother;
Always thinking reality,
Showing you hospitality.

To believers you do not know,
You always have a need to show;
Of looking and doing your best,
Just in case it could be a test.

An angel you are unaware,
That just happens to show up there;
And shows an interest in you,
So you must be honest and true.

Remember those who are in jail,
As well as suffering and wail;
And remember the mistreated,
The tortured and have been cheated.

Marriage an honorable way,
For companionship through each day;
Remaining as faithful and true,
A pure love that God sends to you.

But committing sexual sin,
Will be corrupting you within;
Especially adultery,
Judgment will be compulsory.

Never let yourself love money,
It is not like milk and honey;
Just be glad what God has given,
Unto us from up in Heaven.

For God will be faithful and true,
He will never abandon you;
For I will never be afraid,
Knowing that God will render aid,

It is impossible to see,
What mortals maybe do to me;
Who could ever be against you,
If God remains faithful and true.

Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer

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meloomelissaahowells

in another universe



I cringe at the bit
control is not in my vocabulary list
if it applies to me
its not better than a slap or hit

hands off
keep your butterfly lapidary
away from me
do not ply me with your pins

I have my own way
sometimes learn by mistakes
when it has been false
don't need another's rules
I govern myself most days
quite nicely

its not up to anyone
to tell me what or how I ought

do I apply the same standard?

have I ordered others about
become stubborn as a mule
begun to shout
when things don't march my way

incorrigible/inflexible
you say I can't touch my toes
inexorable
when it comes to how
I order about how others
influence goes
they make suggestions
but I propose
ha

yes its true
I do this
guiltily
I stand accused
of
the double whammy standard

but I am working on it
as I am working on a bettered self

there's been an influence
of earlier shadows of
a child living in a chaotic
alcoholic home
so, I must begin to own
my past
build up awareness

let it remind me
I live in another
universe

I must sift new insights
through a deeper sieve
and find there is a
better way to live
and know

that all change is possible.

Copyright July 28, 2014 All Rights Reserved By This Author
All Stories, Poetry, Ideas are the legal property of this Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells from her site: Tilt*a*World


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