Daily Archives: February 3, 2015
THE PROBLEM OF LONELINESS
I Promise -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM
I Promise
To take time for you and pursue you passionately
And I promise to love you compassionately
I do seek to understand your needs so deeply
And I promise each day to love you so completely
I will provide a home of love and emotional purity
And I promise love, laughter, honesty and a life where you feel security
I will make time for you, for without you I have no time
And I promise you to cherish, honor, respect, admire and be kind
Time may take us down a path where you need to be taken care of
And I promise to hold you, clean you and continue to admire you with love
If life places pain in your heart I will be there to fill it with love
And I promise each day to pray for our health and happiness from God above
I will awaken each day to see your sweet smile and feel your touch
And I promise to bring you happiness and laughter, I love you so much
I will be there for you each day of my life
And I promise to make you happy for you are my wife
I give you my heart, I love you girl that can’t you see
And I promise to you to be very attentive and caring indeed
I have ran for miles swearing my love to you for life
And I promise to God to honor you, my beautiful wife
I Love you
YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHAT’S YOURS
The golden years ( lost youth ) – Promote Yourself
As we grown older the world has changed’ things are so different as arranged’ things will never be the same again’ as we know that now and then.
So many years has gone by’ what happened to those who died.
So many memories has been lost’ yes but what happened ‘ at what cost.
We look around what do we see’ the past and present so vigorously.
The past and present will never be the same’ its so dad and a shame.
I do wonder what went wrong’ we must live and move on.
The golden years you must know’ we age so quickly’ don’t it show’ I look in the mirror what do I see’ I’m getting old’ or is it just me.
When I was young we went for our walks’ remembering when we had our little talks.
We see the sights where we once stood’ then we look around and saw all that wood.
We went to places where we once were’ its all disappearing into a blur.
So many things we have seen’ in our past and in our teens’ so many changes has been done’ lets go back where it all began.
I got inspired by a care home where my aunty lives listening to them talk about there past youth.
Patricia bourne WordPress 2014.
shoot-the-messenger-promote Yourself
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Can’t hurt feelings
if there are no feelings to hurt it’s kind of useless and dumb to look down one’s thumb or poke a stick at a conscience desensitized and numb Eyes glazed over from the last beat down the world gave to you
wondering where God was and why no one ever came to save you mental morphine intravenous drip dosages at the sound of a beep smelling salts under nostrils spittle dripping on a pillow fast asleep counting lost sheep tko’d… just forgot where the ground was yo’! Staring at a living wall of tormented writhing flesh
maggots drawn to your canvas just waiting for a pallet to paint a carcass delusional hollow speech of freedom while drowning face down in a pool of your own vomit vultures a-gather waiting patiently smelling imminent death sharp defensive tongue even near the end knee-jerks on cruise control, hearing judgments?! Or is it the conviction of The Holy Spirit? too close to hear it? from and through the mouth of a brother that chip has got to go!If I knock it offa’ your shoulder you may knock me out but rest assured… He’ll send another and another and another… until you hear what you could not hear The Lord spoke to you Spiritual director spoke to you Stranger who sat by you at a bus stop too till a messenger was dispatched to you Everything in Heaven and on earth belongs to God You…er… have “you”Eh? Me? I? or You? and sometimes why? but never asking Y not us or Y not WE? But wait… there’s more, much, much, more Than being a king within an enclosed sphere of influence with imagined subjects subjugated to a tyrannical rule The Love of a Father that does not give up on His children was sent to you determined to not go home without you…amen?! Ready… set… go… to wake a sleeping mean-spirited dog! So what’s it gonna take? Clarence really wants to earn his wings and you… you still, haven’t heard a thing Truth be told, you heard it all, every single word… it’s just not your time to know, in His time… not our’s we can only do as we are told ___________________
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