Echoes
They often come in sweet ways
As powerful as when she prays.
Through melodious sounds resonating
And words of praise wisely spoken
She treasures them - a friendly token.
They will always arrive here
Conveying that peace so dear!
They vividly enhance the mind
Challenging her daily tasks
For years ahead we hope it lasts.
(April 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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The garden of life...
Each of us are flowers in the garden of life we bloom,
We all bring a different light to brighten the daily gloom.
We all posess great potential to inspire our fellow man,
To offer peace and love is a choice we all should plan.
We can each bring joy to a life filled with sadness,
Just through a soft touch or word spoken in gladness.
We can also bring peace to those with a troubled mind,
Bring hope to a broken heart joy from the daily grind.
For every flower has something beautiful to share,
That has special meaning to someone, sometime, somewhere,
But our time is short, just like a season,
As autumn advances with purpose and reason.
We all have these gifts and we must take a chance,
If we spread peace and love it's the garden we enhance...
Enhance the garden...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A Valentine To My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
'I love my love and her alone!'
And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
poem by Eugene Field
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A Kind Of Magic
Words and music by roger taylor
Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
A kind of magic
One dream one soul one prize one goal
One golden glance of what should be
Its a kind of magic
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity
Is this a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done
This flame that burns inside of me
Im here in secret harmonies
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
The rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be will soon be
Will soon be done
This is a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done-done
Magic - its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
Magic magic magic magic
Ha ha ha its magic
Its a kind of magic
song performed by by Queen
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April, Dear April
April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
April April April April
April April April April
April April April April
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Around Another Bend
With a thankful heart I raise, a heart of thanks to God in praise,
For seeing me thru another bend, as I wait for the ultimate end,
That time ahead, when I shall be, back on my feet, cancer free,
Until then, I look to my God, Who’s comforted me with His rod.
Through chemo and two surgeries, I’m now again on my knees,
Asking for His Grace and Mercies, to do just as The Lord sees;
An unpleasant stay at the hospital, but, I know I’m in God’s will,
For it’s times like this He will shine, for I am His and He is mine.
In a hospital and now back home, God cares for me as his own,
And in this stressful time of life, it’s through a caring loving wife,
Helping me through post surgery, well beyond her care normally,
With grace, comfort and her love, that is directed by God above.
I pray for God’s peace of mind, as God puts my surgery behind.
For helping us both to look ahead, filled with His Peace instead,
As The Lord leads me day to day, not in mine, but in God’s way,
For God’s desire in my life, is Glory and Praise, for Jesus Christ.
It’s not mine to know how or why, but, to only trust God on high,
Who has led me this whole journey, even in ways I could not see,
So, I shall again trust in God alone, to guide me from His Throne,
To hear those words spoken to me, that I’m now truly cancer free.
(Copyright ©10/2011)
Little Treasures
Little treasures that get lost
from years long gone by
keep reappearing daily
to give us a treat in our lives.
Look along the shelves
in any book store
and you will almost certainly find
words of a passed on author left behind.
It is not only books,
but films from the past
that have been restored to be seen again
and give us a treat in our lives.
Little treasures, little treasure
that when are found
prompt our memories
to recall times from long ago.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Glorious Grace
Words & music: deborah d. smith and michael w. smith
Let us praise the one who chose us
Let us thank the one who knows us
Set apart, blameless in his sight
Through the son, we have faith, we have life
To the praise of his glorious grace
Chorus:
May the god of our lord the almighty father
Give you wisdom and peace, his comforting spirit
That you may know his hope
You may know his riches
And you may know his mighty strength
To the praise of his glorious grace
To the praise of his glorious grace
Grace and peace to you through jesus
Our deliverer receives us
Our hearts created for his word
Our salvation was spoken and we heard
To the praise of his glorious grace
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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The letter says
Words, lingustic signatures
They are on most days irrelevant
But there are many uses for the letter F
On bad days it fires itself
Small pellets
Resonating sounds
Beats an onaematapeic drum
Bouncing from the buccal of the mouth
On to the Flat Fat surface
Of the tongue
A resonating Gun
Listen,
Can you hear it fall quickly?
How one F ing letter
Cracks the sentence?
The daily drudge of making reason sing
In symmetry with time
Hearing nothing then...
But on a bad day, this is ffffffffffffffffffffff ing
Poetry......
So let its 'ruddy hue' replace the 'blush'
Of P'S and Q's and all that 'Fuss! '
yvette m smith dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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What Is Happiness?
I rest my laurels and just move on,
for praise I do not need.
It's enough for me to be happy inside.
On this is what I feed.
And what happiness do I know?
Is it always here?
No, it's not but when I feel it
it's usually from what I hold dear.
Loving voices with words sincere,
compassionate ways that bring a tear,
musical sounds I do revere
and my family to which I do adhere.
And what more should I expect from life?
Nothing more than this.
All these things that bring me peace
are like a passionate kiss.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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To Sing
To sing in the remotest regions is safe,
A musical harmony enlightens the very safe.
I sell my goods for profit and hope to gain
From them in the ways of your generosity.
I safely groan, I employ masters for a price,
The far storms arrive and enjoy me,
When do the periods of festivity come?
The price of peace is significant,
For peaceful men did all their tasks well.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Spiritual Journey
Many lovely stories have been told
So passionately, rich they are like gold.
Strong feelings, lively emotions have been preserved
So intensely, true they are so vivid!
Daily melodies have added a sweet flavour
Conveying divine messages from our Saviour.
A spiritual journey had its start,
And it will never stop or fall apart.
She is pursuing her dream warmly
Enlightened by the ONE who attentively
Guides her, feeding her soul and mind
To be able to reach there those so kind!
(7th July 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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O! The Sacred Land
O! The Sacred Land,
May ever fall, flow melodious cascades,
Flourish your deep valleys, green glades,
And may time erase the streak of divisions,
Of caste, of creed, of sects and grades.
O! The Sacred Land,
May upon your face flowers ever bloom,
Till the world goes on, till the day of doom,
And may He secure, protect your treasures,
Cast away winds of pain, clouds of gloom.
O! The Sacred Land,
May sweet sun ever shine upon your land,
The rains ever pour upon your thirsty sand,
May your children live the life full of bliss,
While going ahead supporting hand in hand.
O! The Sacred Land,
May you ever progress by leaps and bounds,
And ever vibrate with the melodious sounds,
Your valleys, your plains and forests green,
Your lofty mountains, your hills and mounds.
O! The Sacred Land,
May God thrive your village, city and town,
And He wrap them all with heavenly gown,
Of love and faith, of peace and patience,
And rule the world wearing the golden crown.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Musical Nostalgia
I walk alone
Alone in the empty back streets in town
They say they had a clown
A displaced man staring with his head bowed down
I am still alone
Feeling the time gone
With my mass of self torn
And a simple touch on my phone
I dwell no more on the phoney calls
The sea tide rises and falls twice a day
I am alone
But not aloof to the ways of life
Because by some means of Grace I make a day
Each day becomes as fresh as forest air
And each rest I have,
I take it with the sounds of music
Not with the noisy pounds of daily life
I am still alone
So the melodious became the heart of my soul
The empty space of time now are open
But I am still alone,
Alone in a duet and with a mono sound
That is why I turned around,
To hear some sweet sounds of music
poem by Major Elazia
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Rejoicing...
At seeing the day's light
And all unfolding until night!
At the sweet friendship
And blessings for every tip.
At what has been left
After challenges we've met.
At every second of family health
And our daily strength.
(April 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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I May Not Know
I may not know dear Lord, but you, know the things I’m going through,
You know the beginning and the end, and I know that you’re my friend.
Your plan for me is whatever’s best, through every trial and every test,
And I may not know the reason why, but, your love for me I can’t deny.
Your plan also includes prosperity, on a winding path towards eternity,
And though, at times, I sense alarm, your plan for me intends no harm.
Rather, in you I’m protected from, the dangers of life when they come,
And from you I receive total peace, when life’s tribulations do increase.
It’s during times I don’t understand; I remember my life is in your hand,
While your will is done in my life, for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
At times this may affect my family, through ways that I have yet to see,
As you mold and shape their ways, for your eventual Glory and Praise.
When I go down a daily to do list, I know that my life is but just a mist,
Appearing on earth for just a time, as I’m shaped for an eternal design.
Within your plan, you let me know, you are with me wherever I may go,
As my Rock and strength through all, holding me up, lest I should fall.
It is not for me to know what’s ahead, lest I would be filled with dread,
But to know where strength is from, as more trials are bound to come,
And within your plan, I have hope, with your strength to help me cope,
Knowing I have a Heavenly Home, to live forever as Christ’s very own.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
A friendly smile
A friendly smile
Just your friendly smile
When I think of, it makes
Me smile and afloat on the Nile
Absent, no matter long it takes
Your smile stands vividly still
In my memory and can it fill
Offered, your friendly smile
Is lovely for a being my kind
To love you I made up my mind
With your friendly smile
None of smiles can your place
Take and shrink back my pace
Joseph de la Sulh
poem by Joseph De La Sulh
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When April Comes!
When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise,--
The swallows will come swinging through the air
When April comes!
When April comes with tender smile and tear,
Dear dandelions will gild the common ways,
And at the break of morning we will hear
The piping of the robins crystal clear--
While bobolinks will whistle through the days,
When April comes!
When April comes, the world so wise and old,
Will half forget that it is worn and grey;
Winter will seem but as a tale long told--
Its bitter winds with all its frost and cold
Will be the by-gone things of yesterday,
When April comes!
poem by Virna Sheard
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Happy Times Reunion!
Our shells may drop, and crash on the floor.
The breath from lungs will be seen no more!
Absent from the body, what’s that mean to me?
Well, I’ve gone to see my Lord in Eternity!
A funeral merely soothes some one living’s mind,
For everyone has fears that they cannot bind.
They cannot bring themselves to seek truth and see,
The fear that they are covering is their mortality!
Someday I’ll meet my Maker and my bags are packed.
When I do get to Heaven I’m not coming back.
There will be a sweet reunion once I’m finally home,
I do not fear what lies ahead and I’m ready now to go!
The Happy Time Reunion lasts a thousand years.
It will seem like it just started when the end is near.
But there’ll be a new reunion just around the bend.
For you will have a party when you join me there my friend.
Oh please my dear friends I may leave behind.
Stop worrying about vacations or retirement frame of mind.
Spend more time that on the life ahead to see,
You can place a reservation to have Happy Times, with me!
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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Pece Be Upon You
PEACE BE UPON YOU
Peace Be Upon You,
Peace Be Upon You,
The Lord is your guiding star,
The Lord is your protector,
He is yours alone.
He is your Maker, (2)
He is your Shepherd,
He is your Path,
He is your Way,
Peace Be Upon You.
He is your Lamp,
He is your Radiance
He is your Love,
He is all you ever want
Peace Be Upon You.
He alone is the Way and the Truth,
He is the Life,
Savior and Friend have you.
Peace Be Upon You.
He will defend you, and wrap you in His love,
He is Righteous,
Compassionate and Merciful,
Peace Be Upon You.
Be not ashamed
Praise His Name
Sing Halleluiah, shout to the Lord
Come into His Presence, with Thanksgiving & Praise
Bless His Holy name and Rejoice forevermore,
Peace Be Upon You.
You are His Baby
You are His Child,
You are His sweet Angel
May He alone be your Guide?
Love Him with your Heart,
Love Him with your Soul
Love Him with your strength and Whole,
Peace Be Upon You.
By Jerine Charles – 12th August 2010
poem by Jerine James
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Words are a powerful tool
Words can be cruel
and they can be kind
words can touch the heart
and invade the mind.
Words can be a weapon
as sharp as any knife
they can bring despair
and ruin someone's life.
But words can bring joy
and hope and cheer
words used wisely
can wipe away fear.
Words, words, words,
created in the mind
used to be nasty
or to be kind.
So watch your words
there a mighty tool
they can make you look smart
or an insensitive fool!
poem by Kevin Halls
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