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dreamweaver

WILDFIRE




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sirricky

God Our Refuge


God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble;
Persevering to any length,
For pulling me from the rubble.

We will not fear the earth gives way,
Though mountains move into the sea;
As the night moves out for the day,
The water roars as it flows free.

Even though the waters may roar,
The mountains tremble as they swell;
The waves crashing onto the shore,
The mountains stand firm where they dwell.

There is a river of whose streams,
Has made glad the city of God;
The holy place that one esteems,
For going to honor and laud.

God is within the midst of her,
And help her at the morning dawn;
Making no insult or a slur,
As the dark of night has been gone.

The heathen rage as they totter,
The Lord will utter with His voice;
The mountains melt next to the water,
As the earth is having no choice.

The Lord of Hosts is here with us,
The God of Jacob a fortress;
A refuge and safe place as thus,
Sheltering at a time of stress.

Come, behold the works of the Lord,
With desolation on the earth;
For the heathens that have ignored,
Giving the righteous a new birth.

The end of the world makes wars cease,
Breaking the bow, shatters the spear;
Burns chariots for bringing peace,
As the righteous will still revere.

Be still and know who is your God,
We will exalt Him on the earth;
Continued to honor and laud,
Because of having priceless worth.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer


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afallinrose

Sensitive


It's an incrediblely raw deal to be born so sensitive, nobody knows how deeply you feel. Having to hide and never knowing what's real. Getting hurt all the time but never being able to regret whats behind. To have the capacity to love so strong and fierce , then have it cause anxiety and fear all your life long. Nobody will ever see the real you, too intense to handle, tossed aside like an ugly old sandle.
Always willing to help and over look small things, chilling how often used and disgarded , constantly shook to the core. It's having unwavering faith and trust , just wanting to be loved and internalizing the pain. Always learning not to trust not to show, but never able gaining the wisdom to know.
It's being built up just a bit, then being devastated by the one you believed in. To exist like this shouldn't be a sin, it's not like you'll ever win. It's being hollow when your guard is up, never knowing how when it's safe to let down. It's being surrounded but all alone, never really finding home. A vagrant doomed to wander around helping everyone, crying every night without making a sound. It's never being able to bare your soul, unless you dare to pay the toll. It's not worth it to seek out and find someone, anyone likewise sensitive and kind.
It's feeling unworthy and dirty because nobody will ever truly value the real you. Tossed aside , not capable of doing anything about it, not feeling anger but just curling up with the hurt.
Yet some way getting up , brusied and bleeding from wounds nobody sees. Keep going, never look back ,but feeling worthless, used, stupid, hopefully no one will notice and just let me be.

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melissaahowells

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)



how to write a masterpiece
first
don't call it that
you will readily lose half your readers
through the title alone

they will suspect arrogance

second
don't care what anyone else thinks
let it all hang out
be yourself while everyone is looking
well
actually, reading

three
tell the truth
but make it your own
you owe that to yourself
and surely then
your best self will come shining through

finally
don't care if its a best seller
one day your reincarnated self will
go to a bookstore and pick up the dusty volume
from off the shelf
and be amazed
at this singular discovery
that reminds them oddly of someone.

wait wait
lastly
be grateful to your life experience
and to all the nay*sayers
who insisted you worth something
when you knew you were
a book with a dust jacket with your
watercolors inside
WRITING IT ALL
then completing it
is surely the best revenge

enjoy.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 6:40am PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT*A*WORLD

AWAKENED AND WROTE DOWN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE
WHAT WAS IN MY HEAD.



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preciouspoetess

EXPECTATIONS




~EXPECTATIONS~

Empowering oneself means
Letting go of the expectations
WE place on people and outcomes

Stuck in a never ending cycle
Of waiting for the change
That only comes when one is ready

By learning to nuture ourselves
WE can go with the flow of life
And let things unfold naturally

People can only meet you
AS far as they have met themselves
They blossom in their own time

When we love them uncondtionally
It frees us from attachment
So Divine Will can happen

We than become the essence of
True Love, Peace, Joy, and Abundance
Because we are no longer

Bound by Expectations

12/4/2109 preciouspoetess (All Rights Reserved)



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poet5170

MY SHOE LACE




MY SHOE LACE

I lace one shoe up and that looks good
The other doesn`t look like it should,
I take it out and I try again
This shoe lace is driving me insane.

Got it right at last, I shout "Hooray",
But fastened the stupid lace won`t stay,
I double knot it just to make sure
Then I knot it again once more.



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mypoems1186

No Balance, No Control


No Balance, No Control
No balance in controlled destruction
only a mislead announcement to be
proclaimed among the last survives
of unkind endeavors unleashed among
a beautiful mother, who gave God's
children pleasure of sight, sound and
undying tranquility.

All that will happen will be an enormous
halleluiah from the faithful that has kept
faith blooming blissfully every day.

Energy will flow freely through the Universe
filling darkness with light and gods will
once again be gods, the way it began before
all became slaves, and light became darkness.
We will be love itself, without knowledge we
were living among the shattered world of greed
selfishness, pride, with love that charmed who
idolize pleasure and exotic drugs of temptation.

Divine energy flowing through the
universal dimensions, properly sharing
enlightenment, order, surrendered
acceptance mingling freely, among heavenly
creatures, transforming spiritually into energy
forces, creating new worlds yet to be
born in our own universal spirit.

(Share your heart and love, with what
you think is unconditional)

© 2019DerenaBree(All rights reserved)

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poetry2071

Jamala


When JAMALA so LOVINGLY.

Shyly and Sweetly,That You Tell Me That YOU LOVE ME.

Then When YOU DRAW A GREAT BIG HEART In The Sky, as Far and as Wide as Your OutStretched Arms Can POSSIBLY, REACH, UP and. OUT and. HIGH

MY HEART, KNOWS, JAMALA, YOUR FOREVER TRUE LOVE FOR ME, IS. REAL. with NO DENY.

Before, the WORDS, That YOU TELL ME ALOUD, and. OPENLY. SAY and SPEAK.

When OUR EYES and OUR HEARTS. LOVINGLY. CONNECT. And. MEET.

AS JAMALA My. HEART. FEELS. SO. WARMLY. LOVED. And. OVERJOYED: And. SO. HAPPY.

When YOU DRAW, A BIG LOVING. HEART. in The SKY and YOU. SO. SWEETLY. and. LOVINGLY. SAY. *FOREVER*That*YOU*LOVE*ME

By John D JUNGERS
02*Desember*2019

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