Pleasing Others
Now who we are strong,
A duty to bear;
Weaknesses as wrong,
Without strength to share.
A self not to please,
But please each other;
For tensions to ease,
Loving your brother.
So please your neighbor,
Good to build him up;
Leisure and labor,
Sharing the love cup.
Even Jesus Christ,
Himself did not please;
Never got enticed,
By a tempting tease.
The insults of those,
Have fallen on Him;
Because what they chose,
Tries to make Him grim.
To what was written,
Written in the past;
Decreed forbidden,
As to ever last.
So that we may hope,
Hope through endurance;
So, we have to cope,
With the assurance.
Through encouragement,
Comes from the Scriptures;
With acknowledgement,
For greener pastures.
Live in harmony,
With one another;
Like a symphony,
Tuned to each other.
Patience will grant you,
To glorify God;
For remaining true,
Through honor and laud.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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CAUGHT UP IN YOU
Your handsome, striking face
never leaves my thoughts,
as if a painting in my mind
needs to be brought to life.
The way the skin, so warm
and tan creases next to your eyes
when I make you smile is like
ripples on a sandy shore where
the waves caressed it.
When you look at me and
pull me in close to your heart
the world falls away and
I free fall into a space
where only we exist
within one another.
When you kiss my lips
so tenderly, time melts away,
flowing through us and
suspending our hearts
together, motionless
and free.
How did we find each other,
sifting through the endless
miles of previous experience?
Circumstances drew us together
and love keeps us always
connected in heart.
Kathryn Tate Jacoby
March 12, 2019
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Some Days
Some Days
Some days are heavy some days are light.
Some days are like never*ending night.
When confusion and toil set out to spoil
I plant my troubles in the soil.
If any good will sprout a flower will spring out.
If any bad remains within the soil it retains.
Like a garden of good and evil, the light will help it grow,
Darkness will turn all else under, and dance to the sound of thunder.
So if we meet on our way, I hope to rid dismay.
We can dance, we can sing, to life we both bring.
Days can be a gift or a burden, but life is a mysterious thing.
So hold on to the best, and lay your sorrows to rest.
We always find a new and complicated test.
Some days are tattered and torn and leaves a painful thorn.
Other days are light and warm and free, it all becomes a part of me.
I heard my friend say to be strong with an assortment of each day.
(I'm never alone, like the present generation attached to a cell phone)
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All Rights Reserved
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In the Dark withIN my HEART LIGHT
In the Dark *withIN
my HEART*for
GODS Loving
Light I PRAY
and
S
E
E
K
For GODS Love Mercy and Grace
to come to me in my
life loving and living
in all that I think
write in ink
Do & Say
and
P
R
A
Y
in all
things
to love honor
and give GOD
all of the Praise and
G. L. O. R. Y
in every*story*Almighty
great and*E. L. I. T. E
Before the Light of DayLIGHT
outSIDE shines and
C. O. M. E. S
Deep withIN
my HEART
GODS
L. O. V. E
and
G
L
O
W
shines. so fines
before The. bright light
Of the Brilliant Beautiful
Loving. glowing S. U. N. S
So this newDAY
no matter what
where why or
W. H. E. N
keep GODS L O V I N G N E S S
G. L. O. W. I. N. G
with Brightness, Day and Night with
Loving DELIGHT
Smile be happy Cheerful and
B. R. I. G. H. T
no matter it's bright outSide or Dark
for Deeply within your HEART
SHINE and GLOW GODS
L. O. V. I. N. G
HopeFUL
LiGHT
By JOHN D JUNGERS
19th
of
MARCH
2019
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LITTLE JAMES BULGER
LITTLE JAMES BULGER
Although 17 years have passed by
I can still easily sit down and cry
For James Bulger and his family
Don`t know how they kept their sanity.
I get so worked up and upset
And I know I will never forget
How two 10 yr olds set out to destroy
The life of such a beautiful little boy.
James still yet only two was shopping with his Mum
Leaving his Mum`s side he met the gruesome twosome,
They were on the outlook for a child to abduct
To push into busy traffic, is this normal child conduct?
They played truant from school on that fateful day
The evil was planned when they led him away,
They befriended him and took him by the hand
2.5 miles they took him to disused land.
They dragged, pushed and carried him to his death
While this baby cried and screamed with all his breath,
They showed no mercy, so callous were they
Just murderous thoughts on that dreadful day.
They threw paint they`d stolen into his left eye
Kicked him, hit him with bricks altho` he did cry,
They hit him with stones and a 22lb iron bar
It would have been kinder to throw him under a car.
From the report some information arose
About them removing his lower clothes,
In James` mouth batteries were placed
This little boy these two debased.
When he was dead and they had finished with him
Lifeless and nodoubt battered from limb to limb,
They weighed his head down laying him across the track
Hoping his death looked accidental as the train made its impact.
They got their wish but luckily he was out of pain
As his body was finally cut in half by a train,
But it was easy to see this was no accident
But a death caused with malicious intent.
What happened to James was inhumane
How this toddler must have endured such pain,
He must have been terrified out of his mind
Tortured by two kids that were not of the human kind.
Two days later his mutilated body was found
Battered and broken he lay on the ground,
His parents must have gone to hell and back
Their whole world must have turned black.
The whole truth of this case will never unfold
As it`s far too horrific to ever be told,
But my heart bleeds for what he went through
Events that time can never undo.
I look at my grandson who is James` age
And what happened to James fills me with rage,
How could anyone brutalise someone so young
I think for their crime they should be hung.
He was loved and loving, a beautiful child
`Til those two devils left him defiled,
It`s hard to hide just how I feel
And the hatred for those two I can`t conceal.
Jon Venables and Robert Thompson were caught
And although justice for James was sought,
Those two were only put in detention centres
With all the comforts of home and a joke for a sentence.
All the do*gooders live on planet cuckoo
Or more justice for James they would pursue,
These two are not normal children in any shape or form
It will take more than a lifetime to make them reform.
Venables and Thompson were released June 2001
At the age of 18 they have their life James has none,
They were granted lifelong anonymity
To me that is a reward for being guilty.
Where is the justice for James in all of this?
All the unfairness I just can`t dismiss,
The tragedy of this little boy eats me up inside
Endless tears for this child I have cried.
God bless you little one
James Bulger
16th March 1990 ~ 12 February 1993
copyright´2010 Elsie
Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
http://poetrypoem.com/poet5170
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THE BROOK
The Brook
I heard you from a distant place.
Your gentle rippling
would that I could be
freely moving without care
I come here often.
Cloudy days, moody days, sunny days,
My being reflects these changes,
As wandering scenery
Someday, there´ll be the blending
As time erases the lesser things
Of life´s highs and lows,
and things will just be
Until then, I´ll simply just drift
Like a pebble,
here and there, aimlessly
As I keep moving
Like sunshine in many seasons
3*2*2019
SH
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Noel
There´s that feeling of sadness
At the passing of a friend
That period of recollection
When a life comes to its end,
The bitter sweet remembrance,
The twinkly eyed smiling face,
The air of joy and humour
That he brought to the place.
The weekly gift of milk
He brought for his brew
Then he´d sit there quietly
For maybe a moment or two,
Gathering his thoughts perhaps
For my weekly interrogation,
And I´d give him my report on
The Centres current situation.
Asking not from idle curiosity
But from real concern and care,
Of real commitment and pride
We were hanging on in there.
Sometimes he´d just sit quietly
Sometimes just sit and smile
A man of quiet dignity
A man of presence and style.
He´d drink his tea with pleasure
To the last drop in his cup
And then pass his comments
On my Sitrep´s summing up.
And now he´s gone on before
For the formal Inception
To that squaddies final mess.
I hope it passes his inspection
For if he finds it wanting he
Won´t need to scream and shout
But with his air of quiet authority
Good humouredly sort things out.
So many meetings and partings
As each life draws to its end
Knowing you was special, Noel
We´ll all miss you my friend
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