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Tuesday December 1, 2009

Poetry

  • THE ROSE

    Saturday, July 26, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

     
    The Rose
    It is only a tiny rosebud,
    A flower of God's design,
    But I cannot unfold the petals
    With these clumsy hands of mine.
    - The secret of unfolding flowers
    Is not known to such as I,
    The flower God opens so sweetly,
    In my hands would fade and die.
    - I cannot unfold a rosebud,
    This flower of God's design,
    Then how can I have wisdom
    To unfold this life of mine?
    - So I'll trust Him for His ...













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  • In Flander's Field

    Sunday, May 25, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    In honor of my grandfather, a chaplain who serviced the wounded and dying on the battlefields of France. This was his favorite poem.
    In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915
    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, fel...







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  • HOW PRETTY!

    Sunday, March 16, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story


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  • DARK NIGHT- POEM

    Saturday, March 15, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    So lifeless so broken so untouchable
    one that you cant save
    another tomorrow on its way
    another reason why i fear death
    i reply my memories the bonfire burning
    i can feel the heat touching my skin
    burning away into my soul
    some ppl have it all while others just wait
    for the fall.
    the stary night shinning
    down so bright
    the city lights make me feel so small
    i long for something more
    the lights dont shine for...












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  • Journal Entry for June 19, 2008

    Thursday, June 19, 2008

    This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked:
    My child, what is your greatest wish for today?
    I responded:
    'Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message,
    their family and their special friends.They deserve it and I love them very much'
    The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but Not its end
    This message works on th...





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  • THE VOICE OF JESUS

    Sunday, April 13, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

             Hello to all my wonderful friends,
    A friend of mine sent this to me, so I thought I would share it with the people that have had the most affect on my life... Thank you one and all!
    THE VOICE OF JESUS
    by Mary Hastings
    I can feel the voice of Jesus,
    Saying " Be still and know I am here;"
    I know what you are going through,
    And...






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  • An Encouraging Poem By Beverly Shaffer

    Friday, April 11, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

                    
    Hi there, my wonderful world of DS friends,
    I'm in a bit of a mess again!! I'm having an awful time here today 
    trying to figure out just how to transfer any of those beautiful pictures 
    on to my journal.  Oh well! How about a poem?  Hugs~N~Luv   ...



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  • REMEMBER ME!

    Sunday, November 9, 2008

      REMEMBER ME
    HELLO  Just in case you forgot me, I am your disease:
    I Hate meetings...I Hate higher powers...I Hate anyone who has a program. To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and I wish you suffering.
    Allow me to introduce myself, I am the disease of addiction. I Am cunning, baffling, and powerful. That's Me. I have killed millions and I am pleased.
    I love to catc...



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  • ExoNormal

    Thursday, July 17, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    ExoNormal 
    You can’t touch me
    Talk to meWake me up.
    You can’t get through to me
    Because I am empty inside
    And all you see is a shell.
    A crispy exoskeleton
    With hinged moveable parts
    And a battery inside
    That gives me a life-light in my eyes.
    There is no me.

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