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joanne-m-andersen
joanne-m-andersen
American
What's the point of livin' When there's nothing left, from givin'..... There's just little left to make me wanna stay. I hear Heaven's just a simple step away. The salty tears are coursing down my cheek. The heart is strong, the spirit's somewhat weak. I try to hold on tighter to the truth that I once felt. Thinking back to times before this hand was dealt. It seems when I had much there were many, Now that I've got naught, there isn't any. Two things that seem to keep me here Are two things that I hold, clearly dear. My love of God, my love of one mere mortal man. For them I'll try to hold on tighter, if I can. Tell me.....what's the point of livin. When there's nothing left from givin'.... There's just little left to make me wanna stay. I hear Heaven's just a simple step away.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
What's The Point
Beaten and bloodied. The waters all muddied. He never picked up the gun. He picked sticks and stones. He battered their bones. Simply the job was still done.
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Sticks and Stones
There's something 'bout the Lake that brings me solace. It makes me want to stop and take some time. Like it was, back in the day, when you rode with me. Made me want to stop and write this rhyme. The sun still makes it's glimmers cross the waters. The sun still shines in a bright blue sky. The trip around the Lake is still quite wondrous. I go back to when we drove it, you and I. Now , instead of driving back to Voorheesville, I go home to my house thats on that Lake. I sit in front of this, my warming fire, Knowing that it wasn't a mistake. The time we spent together.....finding wonder, Seeing beauty in God's awesome world, indeed. Though we, my friend, have both moved on, We still share a common need. The need to reflect upon the Spirit, The God thats given all required. A need for light amidst the darkness. The will to be as He desires. The time we spent together was a Godsend. If we never get together, it's okay. For what we shared, we're sure to share forever. Yes we will, forever and a day..... JMA 12/03/2011
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 8:42 AM UTC
The Lake
Rich Grief, as Gold, a priceless weight. Your love has reached the Pearly Gate. The Lords forgiving, outreached hand, Guides her to the promised land. This broken heart, that haunts your soul, That keeps your "Self" from being whole, Will surely never mend complete. Yet, you should not concede defeat, For in Gods ***** rests relief. Your souls touched love, however brief. The fleeting moments were well spent. Your time together heaven sent. Let go the guilt, release the tears. The days will fly, as will the years. Then once again the joy will be The driving force that sets you free. JMA
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Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 6:52 AM UTC
Rich Grief
For my son, Jason Anthony Ahrens March 7,1972-November 20 2002 Let me walk You to the door of Heaven, Kiss my hand and take your leave. When you turn to walk within the Gate, You need not wear your heart out on your sleeve. For the love that you have given me Is woven into every web that I have weaved. If the crowd does not believe that Then their hearts have been deceived. Talk the talk, Walk the walk, Enter in and be received. Enter in and be relieved.
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Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 7:28 PM UTC
Be Received
Cluttered table Cluttered desk Clutter everywhere. Sticks and stones, Clutter and bones. Written in response to "Important Notice". Didn't feel the need to expound on the clutter......short and to the point suits this best. The bones spoken of are those used in my Native American Artwork.
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 6:22 PM UTC
Home
Extinguish my fire that oft times burns. Bless my heart that for freedom yearns. Do not forsake our souls who fight, That all of us may sleep at night. Stand strong beside those souls who serve, To give us more than we deserve. So many say, "Just bring them home." Shall we leave the weak to fight alone? Remember, all, from where we came, We fought for freedom just the same. What kind of people would we be, If we did not help the world be free? We must all share this planet, Earth, For which the Lord gave his son in birth. To show us we are brothers, all. I pray thee now to please stand tall. Bless our men and women brave, Free your soul that you enslave. Just give credit where it's due, What they do, they do for you! JMA 2003
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC
Our Souls Who Serve
There once was a man, On a high horse he sat. Drinking his ***** He soon became fat. He thought that he ruled The world from on high, Til the horse that he rode Kicked this *** in the eye. "You weigh way to much" Said the horse to the man. "Stay off of my back Til you're a small man again". The man puffed his chest As he spit foul words. The horse snorted and laughed. He said "You're for the birds". He trotted away, Left the man standing there. The man wandered in circles, Justly going nowhere. He kept going in circles Til he lost many pounds. To his surprize The horse came back around. Kindly he said, As they stood face to face, "Good thing you kept circling Stead of standing in place. You can get back on my back If you promise you'll stay As slender as that." Soon they trotted away. The moral my Dear Of the story told here Is..... From a high horse Is a long way to fall. Especially, my friend If your mind is quite small. JMA 10/12/2011
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:24 AM UTC
High Horse
The dark poet speaks to me In tones of negativity. Altho, what is reality, Is...we are what we choose to be. We see just what we want to see, Blind to spirituality. In the true eventuality Our hearts and souls and minds be free. This is what I want to be... Adrift in positivity!! JMA
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Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 1:55 PM UTC
Tangent
I have a computer companion, Who is content to sit on my lap. She studies the screen so intently, As quickly, on keys, fingers tap. I have a Velvet Tuxedo Thats by my computer each day. So small, so soft, and so comfy, Just hanging as I sit and play. I admit my Tux is a kitten. White stockings, white collar, no tail. Tiny soft paws on my keyboard With Tux here I surely can't fail. I have a computer companion Who is content to sit on my lap. My little Velvet Tuxedo Now quietly taking a nap. JMA
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Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 1:54 PM UTC
Computer Companion