but never anymore
for now, my arms hold a love
that will last for more than time
and it’s this love
I wish to be
my very special valentine.
Date unknown
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The warming glow of an open fire
of long winter nightswhen you are on your own.The dancing flames crackleand light up picturesof many yesterdays.Sitting in a chairwe close our eyesand dream of times gone by,the children with smiling facesas they wait in anticipationof Christmas Eve and Daywith stockings hung on the mantelpiece,and presents under the tree.The morning arriveswith excited voicesas stockings are…
Dear Lord there is so many questions
We hear of wars fought constantly,each side declare God is with them.Oh Lord, how can this be?Who is right and who is wrong?Pray help me understand.A blind man when toldhe could have his sight returned.He refused to have it back,saying he did not want to see,the deprivation of man to his fellow man.Oh, Lord surely…
Inspired by my friend Terry Turner.
by what we’ve done in the past.We write our destinyby the conduct of our youth.They say a leopardnever changes his spotsand we are much the same.Our behaviour is controlledby what we’ve done before.We can try to changebut it’s harder than you think.We’ve already shaped ourselveswith the good and the bad.22 March 2011
Woke up this morning
than it was the day before.My arms seemed to be too longand kept bumping into things.It was as if they had grown overnight,even as the day progressedthey still seemed longerthan they were the day before.I know I am tall and have long arms,but today it seemed they were more so.When I wake up tomorrow,I will…
My mind is filled with memories
memories some innocent, some hurtful,some filled with laughterand some how I used to cry.There are facessome of which I do not knowstrangers, shadows of the past.Who are theyand why do they haunt the present me?9 March 1983Authors note:I wrote this poem using the title of a novel I was writing at the time.
In the silence of the morning,
I sit and dream my dreamsin words unspoken.I sit and ponder the faces of lifein the nightmares of reality,the programmes that hold us spellboundas they appear on our TV screenswhile all the world screams out with fright.I dream my dreams in privateas their images dance inside my head,the beauty and the wonderupon each life befalls.The…
enslaved Israel.
But God had made
a promise to their
forefather Abraham.
‘Know this for certain, ‘
Abraham was told,
‘Your offspring will be
foreigners in a land
that does not
belong to them.
They will be enslaved
and oppressed
for 400 years.
However, I will judge
the nation, and
afterward, they
will go out with
many possessions’.
(Leviticus 26, of the Holy Bible)
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‘You are the only one who
Or, ‘Make youroptimism come true.’You see suchinspirationalsayings everywhere.Do they help?Do they work?They are on posters.For a deeper causeOf inspiration you need faith,a Faith that protectsand gives the feeling,some one greateris caring for me.
May the rays
shine throughyour heart.May the divinethoughtsof love shinethrough your words.
Dwelling mentally on sensual things
From attachment craving comes.From craving arises angerwhen it is frustrated.Anger produces delusion.Delusion causes forgetfullness of the self.It causes mental misery.(The Bhagavat Gita)
Doubt reflects the ego
Love reflects God,Eternal Divine Essence.This is the ultimate promiseon the path to love.You will walk in the light of Truthbeyond any truthyour mind presently knows.Published October 17,2010 in Poetfreak under the name Genovamaaa. Genova is my mother and I published earlier in her name.
Come baby
i shall hug youto sleep in my hands.you are mine.I shall never leave you.Sleep, sleepin my loving hands.you are so dear to me.I shall never leave you.
Our true nature is
pure spiritand pure creativity.Reality streams from us.But we have the choiceto emanate loveor non-love.