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POETREE CREATIONS WISHES ALL POETS PAST AND PRESENT AROUND THE WORLD A HAPPY NEW YEAR AND ALL OF OUR FOLLOWERS
With a rush, I blush;
His black, curly hair I brush;
No, it’s not a crush;
Still, I won’t gush;
I speak with a hush;
And I communicate with touch,
For in love there’s no need to rush.
If I Lived In A World With Less Pain….
I Would if I Could
I am Joy and I want the world to know,
What I would do if this were so.
If I lived in a world with less pain, this is what you would see.
A world filled with less struggles and strain, aching to be free.
I would be a voice that does not go unheard.
But instead be one of distinction to serve,
A community of people with better places to go
In their provision of care that exceeds “the pain world” we’ve come to know.
Pain as it is, with treatment that works.
Not pushed or stereotyped merely because we “irk”,
The professional that thinks we all are the same,
Prescribing a drug that has the same name,
Even if our conditions are in different range
If I were this person this is how it would be,
You could hear my voice but you can’t see me.
Because if I was in less pain I would be free.
Free to live with less struggles and despair,
but with a greater hope to overcome obstacles I can bear.
Free to speak without feeling ashamed
of the world I now exist in with the devastation of pain.
Free to choose a doctor that will openly listen to me
and not place me in the same category.
Free to live out the goals I so desire,
without constantly feeling
sick, weak, or tired.
Free to be the person I was created to be,
to live out the purpose that was predestined for me.
With more strength than I now have that would carry me through, a life filled with courage and hope anew.
If I lived in a world with less pain “I” would be,
the person behind the door you cannot see.
The person longing, waiting to be free.
Free to be Joy. Free to be me!
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He is aware of your individual problems
He knows the heart of each individual race
He knows the struggles and difficulties
That all of you have to face
The stones that now cut your feet
As you tread the path of light
Were the stones that He trod?
As He fought for what was right
He comes to raise you from confusion
Let the spirit enter the temple of prayer
To be in unison with all brethren
Allow His energy to surround everywhere
O gracious Spirit we pray to be attuned to your power
Humbly giving thanks to those we cherish
We ask that the light of God
Comfort all those souls that perish
The key that unlocks the door to heavenly mysteries
Lies not in mans mind but in his light
Truth is simple it is hidden from powerful intellects
But it is revealed to those with spiritual sight
The greatest mind is ever humble
You will find it in those that are wise
Humility is indeed the most important virtue
This allows you all to see through God’s eyes
You are living in an age of knowledge
And the mysteries of heaven will unfold
For he will empower his followers
And permit His stories to be told
So to all those that are still searching
Not sure were you should start
Just ask for His love to enter
Your mind, your spirit, and your heart
She’s the reminder that my journey is never over,
She shows me that there’s always one more hill to climb,
one more sea to cross, one more adventure waiting,
She’s the wind I’ve chased around the world,
She’s the light I’ve chased from the promise in the east to the goodbye in the west,
She gives heart to my words and words to my heart,
She’s the voice that says “Keep running… there’s so much more to see…”
The king sits on his giant throne,
Not knowing you’ll come for me
Through the deadly desert all alone,
Past the fields and the lonely tree.
I hope you arrive before the break of day
To take me out of the palace unseen
By the guards till we are farther away
In the lands where few have ever been.
The doves flap the air aloud,
And come racing down the street
To land on the garden around
The pond that drowns all desert heat.
The sky tells me you are on the way
Since that’s where we usually stay
And till dark midnight lay awake.
Oh Praise Dear Santa! Praise the Lord!
I hear the wedding bells ring in merry
When in comes Daisy panting hard
To tell me about the news in a hurry.
“The King is preparing, my Princess!
And I reckon your love was spotted”
The Princess’ heart broke into pieces
As she fell to the ground and fainted
(Her love is a farmer by profession. Imagine accordingly)
By then her love was at the fields
Following her familiar scent southward
With a winning will that never yields
And true love that only draws forward
He could hear a faint flute sing
A melancholic tune never heard
When he knelt to pick a golden ring
Shiny, soft and stunningly weird
He marched the final miles tired,
Exhausted by the steep rocky slope
Mounted on a horse he’d hired
To be caught by the soldiers’ troupe
The Princess wet her father’s feet
With tears till her eyes went red
The King could only hear the beat
Of war drums, for the captive had fled
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That time in life
Where time is life
That unique time
Where there’s too much time
Or not enough things to fill it.
When you have all the time in the world
And all that time’s for keeps
That bit of time before it’s no longer yours
Before your time is theirs…
That special time
A treasured time
A time filled with possibilities
A time when you don’t keep time
Because at that time
To say this time’s mine
This is my time.
Jade Anouka (UK)
The inner face of life sinister,
The surface sweet minister.
Destroy the evil face down,
Rise your destiny’s crown.
Desire what you desire,
Let your inner man fire.
Dark fears light, disappears.
Let the fire ash the blackness.
One thing, then another,
There’ll always be something,
Where then can one find peace?
She had found her peace though,
In the loudest of things, as lousy as that was,
But that alone gave her solace.
No one had told her the real meaning of ‘peace’ yet,
So she knew the concept only vaguely,
But instinctively interpreted it most aptly. Appropriately.
So to her, noise was peace,
And peace gave her the frame to love,
And love made her a better person. PEACEFULLY IN LOVE.
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The year’s shell sheds, midnight nears,
preparation of time’s metamorphosis begins.
Knowing soon, reign shall cease,
packing away memories gathered, reliving them privately in peace.
Reminders of joy, laughter, and glee,
remnants of melancholic sadness linger behind.
Glancing towards the clock, awaiting time’s passage,
sighing wistfully, over inevitable change.
Midnight chimes, a door swings open,
momentarily blinding the concluding year.
Filling the doorway, bright like a shiny new penny,
stands the New Year, come to claim its rightful place.
Prior year stares enviously, taking in the unmarred, untainted beauty before it.
Positivity,optimism, glowing from New Year’s core,
beacon of light, cutting through the darkness.
Cordially, like passing ships, each acknowledges the other,
passing the torch, abdicating the yearly throne, to end 2013.
2014 unpacks its baggage, preparing for a year-long stay.
Silently the previous year departs without another word,
the world begins anew, fresh captain at its helm.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!
Jennifer L. Roche
We are one
In each opportunity
Is a situational release
A declaration of unique testament
Outside the lithograph
That medium’s design emotive
Of our responsibility
Glance across the room
Conversations continue casual
While sunlight piques in afterglow
Questions arise of
Karma – regret, delight – response
A new design of willing restoration
As active participants
A freedom moment
Howsoever the truth decides
Our plan forward; future
Fortune creates commentary
Now we will reflect past motives
While through this space
Our action is a constant happening
Life might reveal an eternal
Prepare our positive peace
Upon our human soul
We recognize now that next year is on the floor
Proceed sweet with that love we made known before!
Thom Amundsen 2013
I see nothing but your glowing face,
Across our decorated dinner table,
Under a moonless starlit sky,
In the backyard of our ancient house.
In that pitch darkness,
Comes a star falling,
As if to see you, celestial,
Dining with a mortal.
The rain comes down
To gives us a fleeting visit,
Bringing with it the smell
Of wet mud and wet hair.
The wind whispers the most
Private of secrets from your heart
Secrets I already know
And secrets you’d want me to.
As you tuck your hair behind your ears,
Your eyes call out to me silently
While the farm horse surrenders to sleep,
I blow the last candle off.
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