NOTHING COMPARES TO YOUR LOVE
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A Calling
A Calling
Lost in the land of tomorrow, a small child becomes a King.
He rode his horse to the enchanted forest to see what it might bring.
He saw wonders of life his eyes might never hold and became a" Man King "strong and bold.
He climbed the mountains to find serenity but found the valley of the dead.
There were warriors of many flags with Crowns upon their heads.
He stood in silence to reach some understanding.
His searching mind wanted answers, he now was demanding.
The ancient spirits gathered near, the living King showed no fear.
The voice of old spoke calm and clear. "We must remain in this valley between two mountains.
We must find each warriors sword, and surrender to the Merciful Lord."
The young King came down from his horse and compassion flowed from his light force.
He looks into the hollow eyes each of the fallen dead, then said:
"Was your battles fought in the name of freedom? Was valor a driven source?
Did you have your faith tested as destruction ran its course?
There is one true Lord that sees us from above, you must not forget his love."
The magnitude of the souls fell to their knees, a peaceful warmth encircled in the breeze.
The valley was now returned to the land of the living, in the compassion of divine forgiving.
This Young King was no longer lost his faith ensures all cost.
The Young King's quest, answers his calling as the past is laid to rest.
©Allseasonsverse 2019/18/02
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FUTURE PEACE
Gracefully letting go
of the person you were
when with another
just may be
the most difficult
act of all.
For it is in
the release of
past experience
that we die to our
former self and death,
we learn, is
to be feared
above all else.
Yet, without freeing
that which is already gone
how can we emerge
a new being ready
to transform
in beauty as
the caterpillar
becomes the butterfly?
When we struggle
against the very thing
that can save us
we needlessly
lose our balance,
our joy, even
our identity.
Attachment to
what was robs us
of what is,
what can be.
And, we do it
to ourselves mostly
unknowingly, but
sometimes
by choice.
Letting go is
never promised
to be easy, but
it is the only path
to inner peace and
a future yet to be
fulfilled.
K. Tate Jacoby
Copyright February 17, 2019
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Our Protector
I lift up my eyes to the hills,
Of the place where my help comes from;
The place where joy in my heart fills,
Knowing that my Savior will come.
My help is coming from the Lord,
The One who made Heaven and earth;
God who is worshipped and adored,
For He gave me life through my birth.
He will not let your foot be moved,
He who keeps you will not slumber;
Reflecting on it that behooved,
Every right to encumber.
For He will not slumber nor sleep,
Just like the watchman on the wall;
As the shepherd watching the sheep,
Listening to hear our call.
Because the Lord is your keeper,
He is the shade on your right hand;
And will never be a sleeper,
His willingness is His command.
The sun shall not strike you by day;
Nor will the moon strike you by night;
As long as you trust and obey,
He will protect you with His might.
The Lord will keep you from evil,
As He is protecting your life;
While avoiding the devil,
Who enjoys filling you with strife.
If you allow Him to control,
The Lord will be your helpful guide;
While He shall preserve your soul,
If in Him that you will abide.
In going out and coming in,
He keeps you from this time forward;
Guiding you for avoiding sin,
Rest assured coming from the Lord.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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A sip from the cup of true love
A sip from the cup of true love
We all need a heart to depend on,
A heart that is faithful and true,
A heart that can see past life’s troubles,
To the heart that I know is in you.
We all need a touch of forgiveness,
A kindness to which we’re all due,
From a heart that claims not to be perfect,
Like the heart that I offer to you.
We all need a draught of compassion,
A sip from the cup of true love,
A light in a moment of darkness,
A hand when it’s hard to get up.
We all need a heart in the background,
A heart that can open closed doors,
A heart without hidden agenda,
A heart that will always be yours.
© Joseph G Dawson
17/02/2019
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Seek to Stay Humble and KIND
SEEK
*to
*STAY
*Loving
*Humble
*and
*KIND
~Do
~~Not
~~~Let
~~~~any
~~~~~Other
~~~~~~Today
~~~~~~~throw
~~~~~~~~you
~~~~~~~OFF
~~~~~~track
~~~~~and
~~~~OFF
~~LINE
Do Not
let YourSELF
feel in a SAD
downSPIARLING
Mood for others who
act very
rude selfish and
UNKIND
For
We
Will
^^^^^^^^RISE^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^^Up^^^^^^^^
and
^^^^^^^^ABOVE^^^^^^^^
Out of every
L
o
w
BIND
with
L. O. V. E
For
Nothing
on
this
WORLDLY EARTH
can
Keep
us
d
o
w
n
When
GODBLESSEDLY
we turn our
HEART
Light
to the
HEAVENS
with
Great FAITH
and
GreaterHOPE
with
GODS
Almighty
True
UnCONDITIONAL
L
o
v
e
so
Beautifully
FOUND
safe and
HEAVENLY
S
O
U
N
D
By JOHN D JUNGERS
17th of
F. E. B. R. U. A. R. Y
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Equality for Love
Equality leaks from this closed obscure box called America.
Sticky and undefined. No one wants to determine the equal of equality at any given time.
I am equal yet stared at while my lover and I embrace.
Only giving hugs and pecks on the cheek as love.
Comfort the masses.
Still groned at like some lame leapar.
Gauked at in distain.
But we are equal.
Having to choose a lifestyle when not one truly fits.
Caught up in the mix of straddling the fence.
Wanting to live life through hidden realities.
But again transfixed.
Set on a shelf put in a box.
Once again told my soul is rotten.
Repent and alls forgotten.
Damned to death for the love of my lover.
Then came the day I no longer gave a rats ass about the masses.
Decided I loved myself more.
Loved her more than all the crass comments and fake friendships.
Loved her as my orange moon.
Genuine And True Blue.
We are equal.
Equality in love as any other love.
I'll shout to the world my love for you.
Equality reins through.
Health Benefits Marriage Adoption and more.
Just recently we closed in to score.
Equality Hope Justice
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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´2009 Elsie
Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
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