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poetry2071

Everything in time and place


Everything in Time and Place
with perfect timing will WIN THE RACE

We can't pick UP THE PACE
if all things are NOT*YET, in Perfect Order and*PLACE

With Perfect Timing
When everything is falling in Place and*Positively
SHINING

Everything in Time and Place
with Perfect, Timing will*Win*THE*R*A*C*E

When ALL, Things are in Perfect and Exact and Fact*precise*ORDER
GREAT*VICTORIOUSLY*TRIUMPH*will
Happen
and
Take
Place
and
*with*perfect
Timing be shining
and
OCCUR

By John d JUNGERS
20*MAY*2018

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mypoems1186

My Uncle the Martin Trapper



Another winter coming, brave in spirit,
I wonder into the rockies to collect
my traps I catch again this winter, a
lonely job for this lonely Martin
trapper.

I stay through the cold winter in
a small cabin, writing my poems,
drawing by pencil with candle
light flickering softly, a time I
enjoy with myself in the coldness
of evening.

A mountain man they call me,
so humble do I capture what
appears before me, a man of wisdom
a lover of animals, thought I
trap these beautiful martins for there
furs, I have no hurting wishes to
catch them for no reason, only to
make my living each cold winter.

Late eighteen hundreds were
never filled with richness as
it is today, so now I write this
story poem how I lived in glory
when I lived in my little heaven
in my mountain cabin in the rockies
trapping martin, drawing, writing
poetry.

The fire kept me warm, the poems
I wrote made me search deep, my
meditation comforted my lonely
heart when I was so deep in snow.
the cold outside was below zero
only this unknown author I named
myself will never be know each
poem I have written.

I write for the pleasure of releasing
my deepest thoughts, my world flows
over with happiness that I am able to
write what lies deeply about wisdom
about what I believe is worth reading
about, this lonely trapper as I am called,
not really lonely at all, just alone to live,
to write in my journals of life.

So when the day came for me to leave
the Rockies that winter, I never left my
mountain home.I just passed away,
that winter was long, the food gone,
I wrote all my life stories in my journals,
a life I've lived to the fullest.

A True Story Poem.My Great Grandmothers
Uncle Joe also fought with Custer in his
last stand.He was only fifteen when Custer
sent him to get reinforcements.He knew
it would be his last stand.So he lived on
this lonely mountain man, a man who loved
life and it's richness.
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

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sirricky

Unseen Angels


Whoso lives in the secret place,
With protection from the Most High;
Dwells in the shadow of His grace,
The Almighty to magnify.

What will I say unto the Lord,
Who is my refuge and fortress;
My God who trust is not ignored,
Knowing that He will surely bless.

He Himself will deliver you,
From destruction of pestilence;
Because He is faithful and true,
And providing for your defense.

He will cover you with His wing,
Taking refuge under His shield;
While unseen angels will sing,
For comforting being concealed.

You will not fear about the night,
Nor the arrows flying by day;
God protects you from all your fright,
Keeping you from going astray.

A plague stalks within the darkness,
Pestilence ravages at noon;
Causing sickness through its starkness,
That will cause death at the full moon.

Though thousands fall at your side,
As the grim reaper tries to lure;
Ask upon the Lord to command,
Of a prayer for finding a cure.

You will only see through your eyes,
Witness punishment of evil;
Since wisdom from God made you wise,
In ways for fighting the devil.

Because you have made your refuge,
The Lord being your dwelling place;
He inoculated a deluge,
An immunization of grace.

No harm will ever come to you,
No plague will come nearby your house;
As long as you will remain true,
He will protect children and spouse.

For His angels are over you,
Protecting you in all your ways;
Ever vigilant each day through,
Of any predator that preys.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer


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sparkle

Crawl Back Under The Stone You Crawled Out From!


Crawl Back Under The Stone You Crawled Out From!
Why do I need to try so hard,
Why don’t you notice me?
Why don’t you see all my qualities,
or what other people see?
Why do you make me work for next to nothing in return?
Is this one of life’s lessons that I am failing to learn?

I give you all of me * body, mind & soul!
But your lack of attention, is really starting to take its toll!
I don’t feel valued, and you show me no respect!
I feel lonely, despite having you in my life, but what should I expect?

You work hard not to give me attention,
You work hard not to show you care!
You work hard to be missing, when I am longing for you to be there!

Why don’t you tell me I am pretty,
Why don’t you hold your glare?
Why are you not romantic,
Why are you never there?

Couples holding hands; taking walks in the park. coupes kissing and canodelling and wining in the dark!

Couples making plans for life, like all real lovers do. which is the majority of significant relationships,
and then there is me and you!

I’m tired of not feeling affection, or feeling that you care!
Lack of passionate kisses,
Or an emotional stare!

So it’s with regret that I am telling you my life is moving on, & when you stop to look for me it will be then that I will be gone!

By ‘Felicia’! You waste of space!
You emotional void!
You are a shell thats housing no substance, as your foundation has gone!

It’s a shame I wasted time thinking you were the one!
So do me a favour, and crawl back from under the stone you crawled out from!

Written by © Wendy Roberts 20*05*2018, all rights reserved


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dreamweaver

POWER TO CREATE HEAVEN IN HELL


~POWER TO CREATE HEAVEN IN HELL~

I heard the song*birds singing their songs
and saw the shining Sun lifting its head
over the sea, above horizon in far away sky.

My mind should have been intoxicated with
breathe*taking beauty and the heavenly songs
but I am so sad by just one and only thought.

You are not here and I miss you so bad that
these beautiful things cannot cheer me up.
I'm drowning in sorrow of missing my Love.

Without you Sweetheart, heaven will be hell
but with you by my side, I´ll be happy in Hell.
You have the power to create heaven in Hell.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
5th June, 2014.



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allseasonsverse

Full Presentation


Full Presentation

A cloudy sky with the hidden sun
is keeping Spring showers on the run.
Is there a place over the hills, where
robins stand on the window seals?

There is a rich field of wheat that
Reach out to days of summer heat.
Aging spring bring blazing weather
When wind and sun come together.

When time escapes so fast a painted
Tapestry will make the moment last with
An undying scene tucked in the artist dreams.
When light shows its face it chooses the
Silent place.

To walk the trail where Falcons sail, can bring
Heart to Sing or wail.
When sunkissed day moves in the whispering
Wind God's promise will not fail.
Behold he seasons lavish creation, and stand
To witness its full presentation.



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tomallen

"The Hallway"


“The Hallway”

She hadn’t
any place to
be
other than
history class
her slow moving
life
getting lost
in the fast
pace
of the High School
hallway
she navigates
the people
and the protected
islands
of the different
clicks
that seemed on
most days
their only purpose
to exist was
to remind her
she didn’t belong
to anything
or have anyone
to stand next
to her
on some little
out cropping
of bricks
along the well
traveled halls
to call her
own turf,
she can’t help
but look
at all the
Elites
posing for
each other
on the most
central
of all the
locations
when it comes
to places to
be standing
around at
all that smooth
skin
and straight
teeth
with all those
muscles
and the breasts
how did each
girl end up with
a perfect set,
there was a
natural slow
down
in the foot
traffic
as the others
also wanted to
steal glances
of the immortals
that walked among
them
it was funny
how
no one stepped
on their sacred
soil
their was no
intimation
people just knew
whether they
belonged
or they didn’t
a self*regulating
boarder,
she pulled back
on her open
stare
eyes forward
again
and looking down
as she dodges
the flying elbows
of the hallway
melee
and squeezes
through
a small opening
in the crowd
getting into a
faster moving
stream
of people
making good
speed
till she has to
break from
the center of
the flow
to stop at
her locker
where she makes
a quick switch
of books
before cutting
across
a strip of
territory
the band kids
keep trying to
make into their
own
but everyone
just walks on
through
and lots of
people
go out of their
way
to bump into
one of the
band members
to help point out
to them
what their
social standing
really is
she doesn’t know
why
they keep trying
but they still
do,
she steps out
of band country
and becomes part
of the fluid
motion
of the hallway
once again
she drops in
to the wake
created behind
a couple of
varsity football
players
they don’t walk
as fast as
she would like
but she’s safe
from the collateral
damage
inflicted on her
when she has
to spearhead
her own path
at five foot
four inches
the hallway
can feel like
a mosh pit
at times,
the hallway
takes her by
the gym
all the goth
kids
leaning up against
it’s large wall
trying to keep
a hard look
on their face
to match their
fashion choice
of all dark
clothes
and dark
attitudes
but there’s not
a single scar
on any face
in that crowd
and the only
reason
nobody has
kicked them off
that wall
is because nobody
wants it
the male athletes
having a long
standing tradition
at this school
of writing their
names
in urine
on the wall
after a really
big win
fortunately
for the goth
kids
this High School
doesn’t win
all that often,
it wasn’t in till
her Freshmen year
when she first
went by the
wall
that she discovered
black
came in so many
shades
she pictures
one of the goth
girls
standing in front
of her closet
in her matching
black bra
and panties
getting ready for
school
“I’m feeling Happy
today,
I think I’ll wear
some of my
cheerful
light black to school”,
she loses her
beefy wedge
as the two
varsity
football players
that were her
lead blockers
split off
as they are
on the prowl
heading for the
Frosh Cheerleader
tryouts
though
this might be
her first year
here
even she knows
they don’t stand
a chance
with the girls
their linemen
and offensive
linemen at that
the best they
can hope for
is one of those
sign girls
that carry the
banners
in front of
the cheerleaders,
but now that
their gone
the full force
of the hallway
hits her head on
it feels like
she is in a
wind tunnel
with baskets
of dirty laundry
flying around
in it
slapping her
in the face
as she goes
on her way
to class,
she lowers her
head
leaning forward
to cut through
the masses
as the hallway
narrows
and space is
at a premium
there is one
advantage
to being five
four
you are able
to find gaps
unseen by the
other kids
she finally pops
out
where the hallway
widens back out
in front of
a couple of
empty benches
and a single
tree
where most of
the surfers
hang out
but the swells
are running out
of the SW
and the waves
are at five feet
with 20*second
intervals
so this spot
is going to stay
deserted
till some part
of that equation
changes,
she makes a
diagonal slice
towards a smaller
hallway
popular with
the kids that
belong to those
underlying clubs
that no one
important
is ever a
part of
the hallway
goes by all
the rooms used
for chess
French
media and
other school
sponsored clubs
safe havens
for many of the
outcast
but socially
the kiss of
death,
she makes sure
not to look
into any of
the rooms
not wanting to
make eye contact
with someone
inside
and get miss
categorized
as belonging to
one of them
she raises up
her eyes
as she’s clear
of that strip
of rooms
and looks up
at the big
brick wall
thirty feet high
at the end
of this hallway
twenty feet up
written in black
spray paint
is that verse
from “Pink Floyd”
that has graced
more school walls
than any other
in history
“We don't need
no education,
We don't need,
no thought control”
the school
maintenance dept
has taken these
lyrics
off the wall
with a sandblaster
many times
but it is always
back up there
within a few
days
a sort of
cat and mouse
game
that maintenance
got tired of
playing
so they just
pretend
they don’t see
it
and the kids
don’t tag
anything else
a fair compromise
both sides figure,
she starts to
relax
her history class
almost in reach
she takes a
left
at the brick
wall
let’s out a
breath of relief
and takes her
seat
with three minutes
to spare
she sees in
big letters
on the chalkboard
Open Book Test
she is so ready
for this test
she has everything
important
highlighted
in her book,
leaning back
in her chair
she confidently
opens her book
only to see
it’s her math
book
wondering now
why she choose
to put all
her books
in matching book
covers,
she lets out
a heavy sigh
grabs her book
lowers her head
and steps
back out
into the hallway…

Tom Allen…05*15*2018…


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poet5170

BROKEN




BROKEN

An item can be smashed and broken it`s true
Though put back together it`s never like new,
The cracks will be there plain for all to see
A reminder that this is how it should not be.

A person can be broken in more ways than one
You can wear them down `til their free will is gone,
They walk like a zombie with no mind of their own
Just following orders their judgement is blown.

They can be broken by breaking their trust
From then on there is nothing but mistrust,
Their trust is broken because it`s been abused
They themselves feel foolish for being used.

When you break someone`s heart it`s hidden inside
And from other people this they can easily hide,
Nevertheless their heart is still broken
Holding in all the hurt with words unspoken.

The cracked item is seen but the heart is not
But the damage done to the heart will not be forgot,
Don`t break anyone however unintended
As it seems broken can never be truly mended.

copyright´2018 Elsie

Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
http://poetrypoem.com/poet5170


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