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Dedicated to each one of you, Thank you for your works and support, Your friendships I ''Cherish'' ! A poem inspired by and written for my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Sharon Needham, in honor of her upcoming birthday. A poem for the members of society whose selfless acts are highly appreciated, although not always acknowledged through the realm of spoken recognition... In her review of Storming Gentle Woman, Joyce Bowling wondered if I could analyze her eyes.
I don''t know why asking me, I am not an expert just an or... The inevitable happens. Before long the very force which brings us together drives crevices between us. Actually, the force that brings us together... Pic: Public Domain, Sacred Heart of Jesus My sister and I (along with our hubbies) are heading off to St. Andrew's by the sea in New Brunswick this weekend for our annual mermaid's tears hunt!... There's no place like home. Very few have it easy in this life. Some just seem to handle it better than others. Meteor showers are one of the most entertaining shows in the Universe. If you haven't witnessed one then don't cheat yourself of the experience next t... A poem, written as the result of a request from a woman wishing to honor her grandfather's memory and main love in life --- fishing. My late sons'' birthday is April 28th and after all this time has passed I still miss him so very much. This is a short poem I had written on his birt... Perhaps we should start reflecting on what is ahead, because man have discovered speed when on the perdition''s road.
We don''t need but to look aroun... My old friend has returned. This is a tribute to the sun If the hierarchy of political structures is built in the form of a pyramid, leadership will stand at the apex. Leadership is the machine of the gover... It is a reminder to readers that change happens. Whether we are ready or not, changes do happen in a world where all different people and differing l... A poem inspired by the courage of those dealing with PTSD every day. Big muscles can only lift heavy weights. I am pouring my heart out because I am going through something personal, but I thank a Wonderful, Faithful God that I am not going through alone...He ... Take my hands and lead me Jesus
Worship and praise I can imagine
Whenever you need to, turn to Him, with All Your Heart… He really doesn’t mind, at all. Pressing-on. Tight linen strips bind me,
My eyes, they cannot see
All is dark,
A moonless night,
The inner sanctuary.
My lips, they cannot move,
Clamped shut and ... I don't often accept challenges
but decided to accept this one
from a fellow author/poet.
Image Courtesy Ocean Beach Rag
All this talk of terror and war. Let''s not forget what this country was founded upon and let''s all reflect upon September 11th and why we still fi... (Come Back Into Our Schools) I dedicate this poem to my favourite Somali Singer, Hiba Mohamed Huddoon, Hiba Nuura. Pic. Hiba with Senator Coleman of Minnesota.
What better way to post my 250th poem than a tribute to my precious father...(Dec. 13, 1927 - Dec. 14, 1997) You left too soon, Dad...sigh.... Pride moves stealthy…silently but purposely – ‘knitting’ itself to us and we are not even aware of its presence until our actions have led us to destr... Do we really appreciate the love of our savior? Do we love him enough to change our lives to serve him better. Are we willing to give full thanks fo... Climb to the top of a high mountain, look around, tell me you do not sigh and feel at peace. If you listen you can hear his voice. It is sweeter than any earthly sound. It can also be louder than thunder. I have learned to listen while his ... We are drenched in Love and it will wash us clean if we allow it. Proverbs 19:20-21
Listen to advice and accept instruction, and in the end you will be wise. Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's... In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not. After that the idea that prayer is... This is a time when some do not wish to celebrate Christmas. They fear that in doing so we will offend others. This is not new to our Lord. They h... Into our ''blue'' places, so faithful and true, the renewing...Breeze of Jesus...comes! When a father cries out for the love of a child, time stands still and awaits the outcome. The light you see is just your angel watching over your sho... This poem was inspired by one of the writer's on another site where I showcase my work...her piece, "Hands" by Leslie Ann Abrogast. I am burdened down, but…A warm embrace just filled this place, Amen. Pressing on! There is an old hymn that goes like this; ''Walk in the Light, Beautiful Light, come where the dew drops of mercy shine bright...shine all around us b... |
