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 Jun 2017
Garima Thapliyal
You the nature,
Surrounded by the nature,
Nature, that is always there
and has always been.
is an epitome
to your nature.
Nature should be the nature.

From the cold breeze caressing your face,
touching your body,
passing by.
From the blazing sun in winter,
Kissing your skin,
Soothing your eyes.
From the music
Setting the harmony,
inner and outer.

From your swinging feet in the flowing water,
From sitting under the sky and just watching the stars,
From your barefoot walk over the moist sand,
From the fragrance of the flowers,
From constellations,
From oceans,
From trees,
From breeze,
From sun,
From moon,
From clouds,
From rivers,
From rainbows,
From everything to everything.

The whole of universe spreading something yet everything.
Something so magical.
So pious,
So sacred,
So peaceful.
Sending you healing
the energy,
an inexplicable power,
an immense pleasure,
something beyond,
something immortal.
Like The whole of universe is working in your favour,
Is here for you,
and has always been.
Like you are the universe,
the integral function of it.
Like you are the nature,
& nature is you.

Everything from everything to everything,
Is there,
Subtle,
Yet there,
For you of course.
 May 2017
Alyssa Underwood
Promises made by mortal man
Are rarely met by mortal hand
For though they strive to win your heart
Such passions land far from their start

They'll paint, so clear, a future bliss
And draw you in with blinding kiss
But just when you have bought the dream
Man finds pursuits more worthy to deem

Ambition, sport and other girls
Whose flattering words and smiles like pearls
Will tempt a fellow to leave his nest
And lie upon another's breast

'Tis pain so sharp you think you'll die
And tears aren't found enough to cry
A torture rack would be better friend
With all its tearing limb to limb

To have your innards disemboweled
Or face the fiercest lion's growl
Would be kinder punishment than this
From one who knew your ****** kiss

And yet within this darkest night
A hint of moonbeam's softest light
Might rise upon such blistered soul
And shine into its gaping hole

For romance still may spark a flame
And whisper to your heart by name
To woo you in your bleakest hour
With promises of healing power

Promises unlike the others you've known
Whose good intentions were quickly thrown
Away by the frailty of human flesh
When sin's entanglements did enmesh

No, this One's words are wholly sure
His heart and mind and will are pure
His faithfulness cannot be shaken
Nor His covenant love ever be taken

He chose you before He made the sun
And said to the Father, "I want that one!"
He searched you out through all your years
Through all your joys and pains and fears

And now He waits for you to grasp
That deepest pleasure lies in His clasp
That His own kiss brings highest delight
That His face is eye's sweetest sight

It's He alone Who can fill you up
And saturate your empty cup
When life has left you hollow and dry
And numb to further wish to try

When memories lie tarnished with stains
And not one worthy dream remains
He reaches in with perfect hope
That pulls you up like saving rope

And as He wipes tears from your eyes
He says to you: I am the Prize!
Take hold of Me and drink My love
Come sit with Me in realms above

For I have blessings prepared for you
That you've never imagined, but oh it's true
I long to give you all of Me
To draw you close and let you see

That in your pain you know Me best
That heart's rejection finds its rest
In this sweet fellowship of intimacy
Where you are made to look like Me

I'll give you love like you've not known
Enough to see your will o'erthrown
Enough to pour it out upon
That very one who did you wrong

For that one, too, knows thirst of soul
And needs My love to fill the hole
Which, though he's tried hard to ignore,
Pleads, "More and more and more and more!"

But if he never should respond
Still, that pure love will seal the bond
That ties you to My own heartbeat
For then you'll see My love complete

For though the world resists Me still
I love them fiercely and always will
I've known rejection like no other
From bride and kindred and friend and brother

And when you love through hate and scorn
A jewel within your heart is born
For then you glimpse My own heart's breaking
And learn My secrets of rarest taking

To rejoice in the face of bitter spite
Requires sure death but will invite
Your soul to dance in gardens of bliss
Where you will know My Lover's kiss

So come and dance with Me, make haste
There's no spare moment left to waste
Abundant life waits through this door
With thrills and pleasures evermore!
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 May 2017
Autumn Rose
Sing my restless heart
in a poem of wild roses
that bloom in the morning sky.
One verse for love
One verse for grief
One verse for lament

Paint the ageless beauty
of my face on your canvas of
ice and snow.
One color for my hair
One color for my lips
One color for my eyes

Play my melancholy soul
into a symphony on a vintage piano.
One note for yearning
One note for hope
One note for freedom

*
... Life imitates Art ...
 Apr 2017
Cynthia Jean
So many reasons
for tears
in my life,
yet I need
only One
for hope.

Cj 2017
 Mar 2017
Cynthia Jean
the perfecting
is not my own......
how can it be?
it is the
poem
of God.....

CJ 2017
A combustion of hurt,
shards of her brokenness
with razor-sharp edges
scattered in all directions,

Invisible to the naked-eye,
transparent is her pain,
so too are her soul's tiny fragments - 
shattered, flawed pieces
of imperfections.

A smile to mask the fear
consuming her anxiety ridden,
brave, but broken,
spirit,

A strong warrior,
she knows she is,
as she shuts her tired eyes
and mentally sharpens
her weapons and tools,
preparing, again, to look fear in the eye,
and to fight herself another day -
because, sadly,
she has learnt to live with it.

By Lady R.F ©2017
Prayers for strength
To all the warriors
Fighting an endless battle with
PTSD, ANXIETY
and DEPRESSION.
 Feb 2017
Randolph L Wilson
Cane pole fishing spawned many a thought
Ushered in countless boyish dreams , wrought more than it's share of childish hard spots
Taught a five year old the patience of Job
This blessed classroom along the River Road* ...
Copyright February 18 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2017
Cynthia Jean
in Me you may have peace
though you may suffer
be courageous
for I
have conquered
the
world.

Cj 2017 0108
 Jan 2017
Cynthia Jean
Oh give thanks
unto the Lord
for He is good
and His mercies,
Oh yes
His mercies,
they never fail us
never.
His mercies
they
endure
forever
and ever
and
ever more.


Cj 2017 0108
So much we take for granted.  
So seldom, and maybe only as a last resort,
do we get what we really deserve.
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