Living Four Words
We have a strong obligation,
In bearing failings of the weak;
Not self*pleasing subjugation,
Rather unto the Lord we seek.
Let everyone please their neighbor,
It’s good for edification;
To build them up during labor,
And praying for supplication.
Even Christ Himself did not please,
The reproaches those who reproach;
Fell on Him of others to ease,
With being a mentor or coach.
What was written in former days,
Was written for an instruction;
Encouragement while one prays,
Endured to avoid obstruction.
In the Scriptures that we have hope,
To encourage through endurance;
Giving patience a way to cope,
That will give us perseverance.
Live together in one accord,
Granting to live in harmony;
Harmonic living with the Lord,
Blending just like a symphony.
Praising together with one voice,
Extol the Father of the Lord
Glorifying as you rejoice,
Show that they are loved and adored.
Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer
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SAX "YANAGISAWA"
~SAX "YANAGISAWA"~
A Poem about my Soprano Saxophone.
Until I met you
I never knew
I could fall
in love with
a Soprano Sax.
I saw you and thought
"Oh, just another Sax!"
but I took you
in my hands and
played a tune and
I knew I had lost
my heart and soul
to a beautiful soprano
Yanagisawa Sax.
It was not the shape
or the carving on it.
It was not even the
golden lacquer
that caught my mind.
It was the way
you responded
to my every wish
to produce those
beautiful curves and
shapes in my
Musical dreams.
I stretched the limit
for those elusive notes
so hard to control
in the higher octaves
and reached out to
Heaven of Music in my
tunes of notes in
my Musical Dreams
When I played
upon that Soprano Sax.
You responded to me
like a lover would do,
reading my mind
what I wanted to do
and produced the
Music that is equal
to the music
produced by lovers
so deeply in love.
"Yanagisawa" my
Soprano sax!
You were made for me
and now I am yours.
I have lost my heart
and soul to you.
I call your name
I'm in love with you.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
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Mum
Dear Mum now your home in heaven
i cant believe i can not ring you anymore
You use to ring me about three times a week
and now i couldnt spend outings at your house
Now i know He has taken you to the heavens
to be with your loved ones
God has caught you and noone can catch out of His hands
I know you met Jesus in your life and when Collin death happened you said "he was lovely"
Thankyou for being a precious mum
22nd o6 1930 to 3rd 8 2024
Your daughter Michelle Lee Carter
14/9/2024
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A POET, HAS TO ALWAYS, BE READY--TO--POEM--RHYME--AND---WRITE
A ^^^< POET >^^^ , HAS TO ALWAYS*BE*READY
TO *P O E M* RHYME
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B E C A U S E____________YOU*JUST*NEVER
REALLY*EVER*KNOW, DAY OR NIGHT
WHERE*EVER*YOU*ARE
THAT S O M E*THING
WILL*INSPIRE*YOU
AND =___ TOUCH
Y O U R
HEART
LIGHT\\\\\\\\////////*
WHEN OUR HEART*LIGHT
STARTS TO GLOW
BRIGHTEN*UP
AND*SHINE\\\\\\\\////////*
A ^^^< POET >^^^
HAS TO GRAB A PEN
AND PAPER, OR EVER*A*PAPER*TOWEL OR A*NAPKIN
TO HURRY AND AT FAST WRITING*PACE*QUICKLY
WRITE*EVERY*THOUGHTS*AND EMOTIONS
DOWN WITH RHYMING*TIME\\\\\\\\////////*
A ^^^< POET >^^^ HAS TO ALWAYS
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WHEN SUDDENLY, A THOUGHT, COMES TO
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MANY*TIMES THE VERY*BEST*SONG AND
P O E M
P O E M
P O E M
P O E M
P O E M
P O E M
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P O E M
POEM
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EVER WRITTEN, WE WILL, COME TO HAPPY
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WHEN A ^^^< POET >^^^ THEIR HEART*LIGHT
BEGINS TO LIGHT UP AND BRIGHTLY
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THEY JUST, MUST GRAB*A*PEN*AND*PAPER,
AND QUICK AND FAST, WRITE AND RHYME,
AND======LET*ALL*OF*THEIR*EMOTIONS
AND*(((((((((((((((*HEART*))))))))))))))
F E E L I N G S
F E E L I N G S
F E E L I N G S
FEELINGS
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BY JOHN D JUNGERS
13*SEPTEMBER*2024
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Pints At The Hastings
Sunday nights at the Hastings
Old Alan, Trev and me,
A four pints of mild night
Each one costing sixteen p.
And then we were joined by
The Rev Ken G Beake
And so we continued for years
Week after week after week.
The Rev Ken got moved
So we were back to three
Old Alan left the company
Leaving just Trev and me.
More than fifteen years we met
But the walk there got a chore
So we very amicably decided
We´d not meet up any more.
Then mortality struck and first
Old Allan and Ken were gone
And for the next few years
Life moved inexorably on.
Yesterday goodbye to Trev,
Nearly came to shedding tears,
And now that just leaves me
Of those friends of many years.
Sunday nights at the Hastings
Whatever the season or weather
A group of good friends enjoying
Their weekly gathering together.
There´s only me left now,
The other three being gone
But in my treasured memories
Each one of them lives on.
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Truth Averted
Truth Averted
I cannot believe the pain you have caused
the havoc you have wreaked
nor the destruction i have witnessed.
All born from lies and the truth perverted
turned the day into night
the truth averted.
But one day the truth will shine through your clouds
light up the ground far below
your lies will be laid open for all to bare witness
and you will pay for the pain you have sewn.
I gave you sanctuary when others would not
your own mother refused you a home.
she claimed that your child conceived in a foriegn land
"was something that she never wanted as her own"!
Yet her lies you all believe in and add in your own
shame is something you never feel?
I am the "Villain" and must pay the price
for a past that I know is not real.
You have created an image that does not exist
tried to convince the world it is true
but the people that know me know what is real
and eventually your son will know too!
For my daughter Jessica who has made my life hell.
I can only hope she never has to suffer the same pain from
her son when he finds out the truth.
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The same but different
In a sense everything was the same.
In a sense everything had changed,
but life just continued on all around us,
oblivious, as normal.
Everybody was doing routine still,
the daily grind.
We wondered about this in our minds,
we the ones left behind.
Our pain touched not the indifferent world.
I heard a song playing on a recurring loop.
I did not know the group.
It was not playing on my radio,
neither social media, nor tv.
It was not playing over at the neighbors.
Instinctively I sensed it was playing from the other side,
the other side of life, but who was the DJ over there.
I could hear the music but not everyone would.
Choosing a coffin feels so unreal. There really is no scale.
You know I think tears rise and fall on the family frequency 0ver here,
and the vibrational flow over there.
A balancing equation in the water and the ether.
Body water and pineal crystals defying all human meters.
Once out of your body, free beyond emotional teetering.
Alive, more alive than you have ever been, on the other side.
No flesh and blood on that dimensional ride.
What a full bore world simulation.
A larger than life stimulation.
Only for your eyes to close and
immediately you awaken to no physical limitations.
Awake to see you had been half baked and raw,
as your self*illusions burn away like straw.
In the fire called life we are fully cooked,
To have your name inscribed in the eternity Book.
I could still hear the cry in their voices.
As our eschatology informed our grieving choices.
Telling me they were still alive on the other side
and happy, happier than they had ever been over on this side.
Besides, I was riding on joy´s rising tide.
It poured and poured into my cup time after time.
Sweeter and sweeter, each tear filled kiss sublime.
The red figs were ripening on the trees
and young bananas you could see.
The guys were selling golden plums at the intersections.
The pomegranate blossoms were beautiful,
the young pomegranates with shining complexion.
The cherries deep red, a sweet, sweet natural med.
The birds never stopped singing, my phone kept ringing.
The sun set and then rose and it was another day.
Then I looked and we had gone a long, long way
and no one had a lot to say.
Now it was silence who the music would play.
CI*43061903740 Knight Truelove poems
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Circles welded Together
Circles Welded Together
Our life will always come to full circle
as our spirit will grow deeper with
knowledge and understanding
of heart.
Our wisdom shall be our strength through
struggles having fought refusing to
stay down and give up.
We will fully be unaware that life will always
leave a mark on our souls, the mark of faith
shall bring hope to continue on with love
shining down our light to believe and never
doubt why life is the way it is.
Once upon a time, you were small with so many
questions, that no one had answers for! Nevertheless,
you asked questions that came from your heart.
So as life continues on, we still have questions that
have no answers, just follow your heart and the
Lord shall answer each and every question you have
ever asked through life.
Be your own strength in thought, word, and deed
be your own master of the universe, with the help of
Our heavenly father, that made his children in
his own image and likeness.
Life is up to you the way you want to live it
ask questions, they'll all be answered in
God's own time, never doubt you can't achieve
your desires, they have already been achieved
without your knowledge!
((Have faith, hope, and love, all shall always shower
down rewards that are remarkable))
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