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glasshouse

BESIDE MYSELF


I stood beside myself in silence
pivoting inside a vacant room
upon my curled and naked toes

Shadows streamed thru my window
interlacing an ivory curtain of lace
It danced with me upon empty white walls

Seamless light filtered thru darkness
and I swore there were celestial angels
surrounding this daughter of distress

Glitter filled my eyes and space
layers of contrast shed from me
I counted levels of sense of self

Dusk fell upon my windowsill
and I lit the paper lanterns
as to surrender my obedience

I lift them to the universe
as if the stars were aligned
just and rehearsed for my day

.and this night of epic visions
such the rite for a blood*less virgin
absent her world and where she step foot

Would there be a pillar of proof
or still and standing an electric proposal
as long as I draw breath .someone elevates me

Written by,
Abby lynn
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2014
SEPT. 20



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sirricky

Hope of the Prophet



Remembering my suffering,
And of my aimless wandering;
And the poison in the wormwood,
All the afflictions as they could.

For the misery and the gall,
In trying to cause my downfall;
My soul persists to remember,
What did happen in September.

These things try to discourage,
Remembering my heritage;
Because of the source of my fruit,
Has always been God as my root.

I continue to try to cope,
For I am able to find hope,
So I keep this one thing in mind,
For mercy and grace keeps me kind.

We were not completely wiped,
Compassion that will never doubt;
And I always patiently wait,
The faithfulness of God is great.

It is new every morning,
That is coming without warning;
As the Lord is my lot in life,
For combating toils and strife.

That is why I find hope in Him,
Never stressed out or feeling grim;
The Lord is good to those who wait,
Knowing that He will compensate.

Anyone who seeks assistance,
Will believe in His existence;
Continuing to hope and wait,
Not worrying about their fate.

It is good for you to endure,
Any burdens till God do cure;
No matter how long it may take,
Because God will never forsake.

Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer

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dreamweaver

WHAT IS TRUST?


.~WHAT IS TRUST?~

My Cockatoo Henry developed paternal instinct for the baby Stanley Parakeets listening to the sound of me feeding the chicks. He tried feeding them when offered by regurgitating food but I could not let him actually feed the baby. They were very tiny. Henry took up the role of a father and stayed nearby at the time of feeding 3 babies. Inie was one of the three chicks. They started flying and used to end up on Henry´s open cage with a high perch. In the picture Inie sitting on the perch started packing at Henry´s feet; He moved to the end of the perch but would not harm or even raise his crest. Both trusted each other and I trusted Henry and he trusted me. Later on Henry fell in love with Angel and had many baby cockatoo and they are now all over the UK. Bambie is their baby that came home because he started chewing feathers. There is a poem called BAMBI here on this site.

Trust is reliance
on the integrity,
strength, ability
and surety of a
person or thing.

Trust is confident
expectation of
something from
a person or thing.

Trust is like Love.
You fall in love
without any logic.
You just love.

Trust someone is
not based on logic.
Either you trust or
you don´t trust.

Trust is like glass,
once it is broken
it´s gone like the
broken glass

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/Dreamweaver



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ivyrose

WAITING ON THE DREAMS OF STARS


At night when the wind whispers low
your voice is carried past the light
and somehow finds my heart slumbering.
I hear you in that far and distant place
where dreams are always kept alive
and hope is scattered amongst the stars.

At night I feel an angel's breath
that sweetly blows fragrant bouquets
of lily, hyacinth, and roses.
My heart is filled with love's familiar scent
and leads me to the dream of you,
loneliness is swept away by our sure faith.

At night God speaks of my true love
and assures me that my love is out there
waiting for his heart to be awakened too.
We share that same night sky,
you lost in your dreams of me
and I waiting on the wings of God's promises.

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poeticbearlovestowrite

May the Singing of the Morning Birds Never End




May the singing of the morning birds never end for they bring such joy to our hearts.
It is a treasured gift of love from the Father that is emanated through the birds.
Take joy; in what you may hear and allow the Lord to speak to you through them.
Giving joy to whomever is close and knowing too the Lord is responsible.
Never think for a moment that the Lord doesn´t hear the birds for He is always awake and hears everything.
It brings Him joy to hear the morning birds and it will help you as well to be happy.
I know for it has happened to me.
Praise the Lord for the joy that is ours through the morning birds.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)


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countrypoet

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY TERRY




Happy Birthday To My Terry

Once again the calendar
Has slipped into September.
An occasion meant to celebrate.
A time to just remember

The day you made your entrance
Into my startled world.
I was not at all prepared for you
I expected one more girl.

Girls were so predominant
In your father’s family.
And, actually, in mine as well,
So you really surprised me.

I brought you home in frills and lace.
I just never stopped to think
That I might wrap a man child in
All those pretty shades of pink.

Happy? Thrilled? Of course I was!
My heart was filled with joy!
I still recall the doctor's words,
"Smile, Mama, it’s a boy!"

This was so many years ago
Yet it seems like yesterday.
I love you very much, my son…
Have a great, God blessed birthday!

Love,
Mom

Doris Jacobs*Covington
September 20, 2014

2 Timothy 3:15
And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures,
which are able to make thee wise unto salvation
through faith which is in Christ Jesus.

John 16:21
When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow
because her hour has come, but when she has
delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the
anguish, for joy that a human being has been
born into the world

I don't care how old you get to be.you'll always be my baby.
´

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jackspoems

Sleep


Sleep

Sleep won’t come, but what’s new?
It’s late at night… well actually not,
it’s early in the darkness of morning.
Here I sit, once again while others
sleep until night’s end.

There’s a slight wind blowing rain
drops against my window pane.
Oh! How lonely it seems when it rains.
I wonder if Poe will show with his
black raven, that I know so well!

The lack of sleep make the mind tired and weak.
Visions appear from days gone by, nameless face
forgotten from the lapse of time, which I cannot deny.

Places and faces remembered only in rhyme.
Oh! How I wish I could capture time in a bottle;
and magically return to those days gone by.

Days of wine, roses and dancing on the streets of Pairs!
Those were the days that I thought would never end!
But end they have and here I sit wondering what tomorrow will bring.
If it would only bring tranquil sleep!
Oh! How content I would be…for you see,
It won’t be long until I’m eighty*three!
Jackie R. kays © 2014


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ladydp2000

TEN LITTLE MONKEYS ( Rhyming Couplets)







~Ten Little Monkeys~
(Rhyming Couplets)
*children's poetry*

Ten little monkeys went out to dine
One ate too much and then there were Nine

Nine little monkeys went out for a mate
One got married and then there were Eight

Eight little monkeys went to a 7 *Eleven
One went to K*Mart and then there were Seven

Seven little monkeys had some ticks
One got sick and then there were Six

Six little monkeys went for a drive
One never made it and then there were Five

Five little monkeys were very sore
One went to the doctor and then there were Four

Four little monkeys played with the bees
One got stung and then there were Three

Three little monkeys went to the zoo
One toyed with a lion and then there were Two

Two little monkey went for a run
One fell dead and then there was One

One little monkey weighted a ton
It went in a crash*diet and now there are none!

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004

09.18.2014

found in page 39 in my file archives site


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