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rachelmartin

fOREAL, ON RELIGION


tHAT'S IT! TELL THEM THAT!
pLEASE DON'T TELL THEM WHO THEY ARE
WE'RE GOING NOW
WE'RE COMING HOW
THEY WILL NEVER CARE
THEY WON'T DO IT FOR 'EM
PLEASE DON'T NAME THE BUSH!
gOOD lUCK!
BYE.
FOREAL?
PRAISE THE LORD
THERE YOU GO
GOSH DARNIT, HE'S FOREAL?
FINE, YOU IDIOT
THAT'S IT!
jUST SAY IT FOR 'EM
THEY ARE FOREAL, I GUESS

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mypoems1186

Christmas Star of Promise


Christmas Star of Promise

Merry Christmas God on High,
he holds you in his hands tonight, it may be a merry Christmas for many,
but a living hell for those who have no
home, for those who have no friends,
for those fighting, dying for a cause
they have no idea for.

Christmas is for sharing, not for
seeing whose house is decorated
the best, not for seeing how many
gifts you can buy, it is in sharing
for the less fortunate, for the ones
who have no smile, the sparkle
of life, slowly drifting away.

Christmas is for God, it is his day,
the day he was born in to the world
to save man kind, from his own
sins, and now as the years pass
by, you see less sharing, more
greed, hearts that should be happy
are not happy at all, they forgot
the real reason for happiness.

These words, written with emotion,
feelings that carry across a special
message, now that Christmas is
so close, must we do the same as
others, or turn around and change
it this year, by giving a gift to someone
you do not know, a very special gift
of love, your smile, your attention,
to a man laying by the road, sad
and alone.

Pick him up, bring him home, feed
him what you eat, and sing a Blessed
Christmas Carol to him, share what
you have, all the way this year, give
a gift of true love, save a heart, save
a soul, share this season, the way
it should be shared, with one who
has been broken, walking a path alone
and forgotten.

Christmas is for giving to those who
have no one, who have nothing, not
even belief in themselves, this is
the reason Jesus Our Savior was born
Christmas day, so we could acknowledge
all the right reason's of giving, and living
life in his holy name.

Remember the real reason for Christmas, it
is not for us, it is for those who are abandoned,
forgotten, like our soldiers, and so many
starving by the road, forget us, do for another,
it will be a present you will share that is truly
priceless.

(Don't share with those who have everything!
Share with those who have nothing)

By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

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dreamweaver

SILENT CRY


~SILENT CRY~

Everyone knows when the clouds are crying.
Only a few know when the eyes are crying.
No one knows when the heart is crying alone,
in the silence of sadness and sorrow of heart.

Saturated sadness and intense sorrow making,
the deep wounds come alive with severe pain,
causing a hurting heart to cry in a silent cry,
even in the middle of a crowd full of people.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver



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sirricky

Worship and Warning


Let us sing for joy to the Lord, Let us shout out our praises; A protector has not ignored, Delivering His embraces. Let us enter with thanksgiving, Let us shout with celebration; For He is always forgiving, Presenting us His salvation. Because the Lord is a great God, Superior and a great King; That is why we honor and laud, For goodness and mercy to bring. The depths of earth are in His hand, The mountain peaks are of His own; The seas obeying His command, While He sits upon His throne. For His hands had formed the dry land, Separated from depths of sea; From rough shores to beaches of sand, While the waves are flowing free. Let us bow down and worship God, Let us kneel before our Lord; Let us praise to honor and laud, As we remain in one accord. We are His people just like sheep, He is God as our shepherd; Watching over us as we sleep, And as He guides us with His Word. If only that you would obey, Come to Him when His voice you hear; Instead of wandering to stray, And not attempting to revere. Because for many I had grieved, Making a vow in my anger; Building faith that I believed, He consoled for me to languor.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer


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smallsteps

Girl On An Indian Motiorbike


In memory she´s pretty and young,
Dressed in Land Army girls dress
(Where my memory starts to fail
False memory fills in the rest),

Fresh faced, full breasted, shirt
Sleeves rolled, her arms half bare
Talking and joking and smoking,
Smoke drifting through blonde hair,
Sitting astride her big Indian bike,
An expensive bike, an usual sight,
But it´s burned in my mind
So I´m sure I have it right.

Embossed on its petrol tank,
In Eagle feathered head dress,
A proud Comanche chief
In paintwork so vivid and fresh.

Straight from the cover of the comic
I´d been holding there in my hand
Imagined I was a brave, member
Of his defiant renegade band.
She was chatting with my brother,
A full seven years older than me,
And a few more of the village lads,
Him and maybe another two or three.

It´s about nineteen fifty,
Such a very different world,
Very rarely then did you see
A motorbike riding girl.

Then kicking that bike into life
She was off and riding away
I don´t think I saw her again
After that one very special day.
I knew who she was,
Still remember her name
A farmer´s young daughter
A tomboy of local fame.

More than sixty years later
She sprang back to mind.
Browsing a gallery
And what did I find:

A reproduction poster,
A girl on an Indian Machine,
Those years rolled away
As though they´ve never been.she
And that blonde girl my mind
So casually brought back to life
Did she, in time, become
A conventional housewife

And what became of the bike
She´d ridden with style and flair,
On which she´d lavished
So much time, effort and care?

Did she maybe take it
For one last, long loving, ride
Before saying good bye to the machine
That brought so much joy and pride.
That poster now hangs on a friend´s wall
A present we knew she´d like
For, in her younger days we knew
She´d ridden her own Indian bike.


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poetry2071

YOU WILL FEEL GODS LOVE


You
will
FEEL
GODS
LOVE
GLOWING
in
your Life, Living and
LOVE

When the Early
Morning SUNLIGHT
TOUCHES, and WARMS
your HEART
from
the
HOLY HOLY HOLY
GODBLESSED
ALMIGHTY
HEAVENS
ABOVE

You
will
not FEEL
any DOUBTNESS

When GODS
LOVING
ALMIGHTY
HEAVENLY
GLOW
Awakens you
from
DARKNESS
at
BEST

When you
FEEL
GODS
LOVING
GLOW

Its such of a
GODBLESSED
Heaven to Earth
AMAZING
FEELING
every a Which a Way
SO

When
deep inside our
HEART
we FEEL
GODS
ALMIGHTY
GLOW

Its just a BLESSING
that
GOD is SENDING
that EVERYTHING
is Going to be Alright
and Fine Loving and
GODBLESSEDLY
DIVINE
and for us to
stay PRAYERFUL
LOVING
HOPEFUL
and
FAITHFUL
and HUMBLY
GRATEFUL
with
counting our every
BLESSING
and
with US
to
KNOW
GODS
LOVE is
BEAMING and SHINING
and GLOWING
in our HEART
in every which way
so Radiently greatly
and
ALMIGHTILY
SO

By JOHN D JUNGERS
16th
of
DECEMBER
2018

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diggerd

Do something really amazing


Do something really amazing

As Christmas approaches it's time to start thinking
About New Year and especially New Year resolutions.
There are two particular paths worthy of consideration.
1: You can let life happen to you, or 2: You can make
Life happen. In the former you just sit around hoping
And praying something good will come your way, whilst
In the latter, you get off your backside and do something
Really amazing.

And by 'something really amazing' I mean crossing a
Threshold never crossed before. Breaking boundaries.
Winning races, righting wrongs. Helping to make
Earth a better place for all. The world is short of
Really new ideas and thus the door is open to anyone
And everyone possessed of imagination and willing to
Play their part in giving the world a happy New Year
Instead of the brewery. Exciting notions are needed
That may potentially relieve the pressure on this
Delicately balanced exhausted place we call home,
And if you have a Eureka moment, you may be on
On your way to becoming a millionaire. Don’t laugh,
People have done as much and more in other directions
From their garden shed or garage.

Up*grade your potential, beef*up your thinking, don't
Take no for an answer, oaks grow from acorns, if you
Want a job keep knocking until the door opens. Keep
Trying, never give up, never give in. Stop looking back,
Focus on the future, think Big. The world desperately
Needs original ideas. New ways of looking at old
Problems that haven’t gone away and won’t go away
Unless we solve them and soon and if you have a stroke
Of genius and anyone can have one * you're on your way.
Good luck.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

© Joseph G Dawson
16/12/2018 and earlier


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allseasonsverse

To the End of Days


To the End of Days

There was a wave of serenity that drifts across the hills.
A sudden peace that holds an awesome still.
Young children sleep warmly and their beds,
A gentle walk with dreams begins to thread.

A soft white curtain of snow drapes the night,
A crescent moon shares nocturnal light.
Wind breathes life to the land, an air that nature understands.
Earth slows her racing heart when warmth and sun stand apart.

A brilliant star holds the light of peace when Shepherds seek the
Lambs release.
A night that holds a promise clear as salvation draws near.
Castaway the sin when baby Jesus love begins.

Nights of nights that sing on high, when the hope of eternal life is nigh
Do you hold the sight of the brilliance of that Holy night?
Does your soul wash clean, to the hope the ancient world has seen?
A gift to all who bows in praise, to fill our souls to the end of days.

©Allseasonsverse 2018/16/12
All Rights Reserved
SC

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