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smallsteps

Hoeing Stones


Standing hoeing garden stones
Eyes awash with tears
As memories flood back from
More than sixty years,
To the little village churchyard
For which my dad cared
And which duty I, as a child,
So very unwillingly shared.

He dug the graves, cut the grass
Scything carefully around
Each sheared and flower strewn
Humped burial mound.
All the paths were of loose stone
Which, after ever spring self seed,
Just attracted and harboured
Endless stretches of weed,

Each year it was my job
To shim and hoe them clean
So that those spick and span paths
Matched his carefully mown green.
I was a spoiled, lazy, idle child
Complaining every single year
But dad was quietly firm in spite
Of my every tantrum and tear.

Now he comes gently back to mind
As I hoe my stones, laid for easy care.
Just for a while it´s the old churchyard
And we are both back there.
Good job done he says
As we stand side by side
And we both inspect that path
And my chest swells with pride.

And now I stand here
Leaning on my garden hoe
Thinking of things I wish I´d said
All those many years ago.
But the past is the past
And we both know it´s for the best
That I wish his memory goodbye
And let him slip gently back to rest.



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sirricky

The Resurrection Body


How are the dead raised up?
What body would they get?
How the souls develop,
Is nothing for to fret.

What you sow does not live,
Comes to life less it dies;
And only if you give,
Growth for to stabilize.

For what you sow is not,
The body as to be;
Transforming what you got,
Of what you will not see.

But God gives as He chose,
And to each kind of seed;
Because that only knows,
What each spirit may need.

Not all flesh is the same,
But one kind of human;
All animals proclaim,
For honoring His plan.

Bodies made in Heaven,
And bodies here on earth;
Glory only given,
Those of spiritual birth.

One glory of the sun,
One glory of the moon;
Glory when this life is done,
For as death will come soon.

With the resurrection,
Sown as perishable;
Finds a new direction,
Will be immeasurable.

If sown in dishonor,
It is raised in glory;
Being a new fawner,
By a judge and jury.

For the first man was made,
Became a living soul;
The last Adam obeyed,
A life spirit controlled.

Just as we had been born,
Image of man of dust;
The image we sojourn,
Through Heaven that we trust.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer


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rachelmartin

Laundry Wash


washing, wigging it out
where we sing about
all shakes are vanilla and chocolate
apply your shock lit
fire electricity as the clothes wash with heir
look! clean like a brand new pair!

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poet5170

JUST THREE SIMPLE THINGS




JUST THREE SIMPLE THINGS

There are things in this life we should aim for
And they are things that we just can`t ignore,
They will make us the person we become
In fact they should be the rule of thumb.

A touch tells people who and what we are
A very uncaring person or maybe a star,
Touch someone gentle and never be curt
We must have a touch that will never hurt.

Patience is something that cannot be bought
Sometimes it is never found but often sought,
Being patient is what patience requires
Make sure you have patience that never tires.

Having a loving caring heart is best by far
And none of us get out of life without a scar,
But we have to learn to forgive and even pardon
We must have a heart that will never harden.

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seevision

Out of Eagerness


In a valley dust light floating.
I can choose an image or a stone.
Both relate with the stream.
Over and inner running through
valley niches.
I remember that I looked
over and over wishes.
Sinks into slower glare
in lunar dishes.
And to address the moons slightly
offset throwing over things
brought to bay
the water inland flowing.
Cars and things that come and go
where the road is laid.
Bridging the meaning the path elucidate
out of eagerness suffused with
headlong purpose that became
a hedgrow mending.
I thought of things I would
hitherto prevail with
and then account in
sober lending.



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poetryofadove

One true God


There is only one true God The Most High
Worship Him He will draw nigh

Sing a song of praise to HIM
A song you can dance before Him

The Most High God He will never let you go
He makes you as white as snow

When your in need call out to He
He will keep from stumbling and set you free

So we sing another song of praise
To God almighty a song to raise.

May 2019

Love Michelle Lee Carter

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allseasonsverse

Cold Despair


Cold Despair
Eye to eye you deny your very words Words my ears were not meant hear I heard them clear when I drew near Your lying eyes are your demise I am not a ghost unseen or vapor unclean Your words have lost their power A deed that left you to cower in this revealing hour Now the truth is known as my presence moans I am not invisible air My spirit sobs in cold despair
©Allseasonsverse May 22nd, 2019
All Rights Reserved
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poetry2071

The GOD of PEACE, will BE with Y O U


The
GOD of
P E A C E
will
B
E
with
Y
O
U

When in
FAITH
When in
HOPE
When in
PRAYER
to
G
O
D
you
are
ANXIOUS
about
N

O

T

H

I

N

G
but you
P. R. A. Y
for a
M I R A C L E
and to be Grateful and Appreciative
and LOVINGLY
Humble Kind Caring Compassionate
and Courageously Forgiving and
L. O. V. I. N. G
and to thine
OWNSELF
stay
T
R
U
E

For
G
O
D
will
answer
our
every LOVING
P. R. A. Y. E. R

When we
L. A. Y
our
L
i
f
e
in
GODS
hands
PRAY
Surrender TRUST
and
S
H
A
R
E

By JOHN D JUNGERS
19th of MAY
2. 0. 1. 9

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