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~TRAITOR TONGUE~
Away from eyes,
unable to see any
telltale sign of
body language;
just by hearing
only the voice,
we can tell a lot.
It´s the traitor tongue
that gives out
well kept secret
to the listener;
futile to mask
voice by acting,
to hide emotions
from the traitor.
Words are spoken
and the meaning
of words may
not have the same
expressed emotions.
"I love you" may sound
without any love.
Traitor tongue will
reveal it all.
Anger, joy, love and hate;
deep sorrow and the
attitude "I don´t care";
all these things are
expressed in voice,
traitor tongue
makes sure that
the voice carries
our all emotions.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
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Look carefully just how you walk,
Not as foolish rather as wise;
Assured that you righteously talk,
Remember to open up your eyes.
Create the best use of your time,
Because of these days are evil;
It’s easy to commit a crime,
From temptations of the devil.
Be not foolish but understand,
Regarding the will of the Lord;
Of His precepts He does command,
Never letting them be ignored.
Don’t ever drink wine in excess,
Because that is debauchery;
But filled with the Spirit will bless,
By avoiding adultery.
Addressing one to another,
Of the Psalms and spiritual song;
Loving your sister and brother,
Singing to the Lord all day long.
Give thanks always for everything,
To God through the name of our Lord;
Thank for the goodness He does bring,
While walking in one accord.
Respect others in reverence,
Each other in the fear of God;
Be humble and not arrogance,
Worshipping with honor and laud.
Copyright © 2025 Richard Newton Sherrer
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I was failing at life.
I ain't think it was fair that you had to keep saving me.
Or that you should have to be drug along with me forever.
That lady listened, but hella people listen just cause they nosey.
She wasn't you.
There has never been a person to contend with you.
How you made me feel.
Our day to days.
The day trips.
The silent coffee breaks or the loud ones.
The laughter.
The care we gave one another.
Then everything went left.
I ain't want you to continue thinking I was manipulating you.
Or using you. I was wrong.
In so many ways.
Pride.it was. Hind sight.
Truth is I needed you in so many ways and it made me feel so vulnerable.
.I failed to communicate that effectively to you.
Problem isn't all that.it's that I failed to see you needed me too.
How my sudden departure would affect everyone.
Selfish. It was. I was. I'm sorry.
It's the biggest regret of my life honestly.
I'm sorry i scared you. I'm sorry my actions changed such a beautiful being.
I used to not understand why you still spoke to me.
I get it now.
It's cause your feelings were genuine.
But i want you to guard yourself first.
I don't think us speaking everyday is healthy for you.
I could be wrong
There's a method to your madness.
But put yourself first.
Be the lady made out of cocoa butter, gold, and the stars I've always seen.
I'll love you forever.
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THE SUNRISE AWAKENS MY SENSES
WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU,
LOOKING AT THE MORNING
SKY WITH ALL THE BEAUTIFUL
VIBRANT COLORS,
AS WE WALK ALONG
THE SEA SHORE,
FEELING THE SUMMER
BREEZE EASE UPON
OUR HEATED SKIN,
HOW WONDERSOUS TO
BE WITH YOU AS
THE TIDE BEGINS
TO ROLL IN.
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How freely I allow
Another's arms to embrace me
They're far from yours
But adequate.
You've left me again
To devour life alone,
While you purge your sins
I recollect mine,
Accepting them with every new tribulation.
You once covered me in secrets
And promises unkept
I'd swim the shore for you
Through the tears that I wept.
How freely I allow
My heart to feel a brand new love,
It's far from yours
But accommodating
You've left me for the last time.
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EARLY dark chilly
stormy WINDY
MORNING*===*////////*[[[
THE Tiny Little
Small*meek anD week
FEATHERED*BIRDS
ARE UP OUT
AND====M O T I V A T E D
NOT HOME ALONE
LAZY*SLEEPING
AND___SNORING*===*////////*]]]
THEY IN THE
DARK WINDLY
C H I L L Y
EARLY MORN*===*////////*[[[
BRAVE====*==BOLD=======AND
S T R O N G
S T R O N G
S T R O N G
S T R O N G
S T R O N G
STRONG
COME OUTTA THEIR
HOME SWEET
C
O
Z
Y
NEST WARM*===*////////*[[[
THE MOTIVATED LITTLE BIRDs
they go to the TIP*TOP
H I G H E S T*Branches
and as the bright*WARM
LOVELY LOVING BLESSED
SUN^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^RISES
THEY LOUDLY HAPPILY
JOYOUSLY ALTOGETHER
BEGIN*===*////////*]]]
TO
CHIRP
LOUD
AND*CLEAR
AND A LOVING
NEW DAY OF
B;ESSINGS
SING*===*////////*]]]
ITS A MIRACLE BLESSED
SCENE*===*////////*[[[
TO START AND BEGIN
YOUR NEW DAY OF
L
I
F
E
_______AND______
LIVING WITH THE
PRECIOUS
SWEET
PURE
P E R F E C T
MIRACLE
NEW BEAUTIFUL
*DAY*LIGHT
SUN RAYS
WARMING
YOUR
HEART
AND VERY
S
O
U
L
AS ITS A ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^MIRACLE
ON HAND SO S P E C T A C U L A R
SPECIAL HOLY GRAND
W *O*N*D*E*R*F*U*L
W*O*N*D*E*R*F*U*L
W(O*N*D*E*R*F*U*L
WONDERFUL
AND IS A
MOTIVATING
BLESSED
UPLIFTING
MIRACLE
DREAM COME TRUE
CALM BEAUTIFUL
SERENE*===*////////*[[[
BY JOHN D JUNGERS
12 MAY 2025
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I loved you in some way,
but you hurt me and that's
all I want to say.
You dislocated my finger
and you stabbed me in the leg,
and now I wish to be a singer.
To be happier in my own world
not that I I will be that good;
but be at peace like I should.
To put a smile on my face to
not think of that past;
only to hope it will last
for the sad parts of my life I will mask.
My belief in God and better life keeps me strong,
and to not focus on all the wrong
that is deep withn my soul that I have to live with,
but I will incorporate it into every song.
Now that you are gone
I can not forget the past for long.
It's like having PSTD the thoughts just pop up
to remind me of the pain and all the wrongs.
When I think of those sad days I think of Dad
the happy things and the Sad;
so it gives me another reason to not be mad.
His peace and his soft soul that helped me grow
to what I am today the person that I know.
I've lived my life and Im living it with my wife and my sons
now breathing better air now that you are both gone.
I dont need negative energy in my life as I move on
trying not to think about the sad things and what was wrong.
by Philip Fletcher
(c) Copy Right.
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Beret shaped and brushed
Trousers pressed, bulled shoes,
Booted and suited for
Eighty years old news.
Victory in Europe
End of a long haul
Time to celebrate
And reflect on it all.
Not a full peace though,
For three months more
Fighting continued
In the Pacific War,
Finished by an event to
Separate future from past,
The devastation caused
By that first nuclear blast.
Eighty years later most
Of those Veterans gone
As the world in its way
Has managed to carry on.
Uncertain days now,
Imperialism raising its head
And in spite of all the effort
Fascism isn´t quite dead.
Beret shaped and brushed,
Blazer and trousers pressed
Well bulled shiny shoes
Medals displayed on chest,
Fully booted and suited
We´ll stand on parade
In hope for the future and
To honour sacrifices made.
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