remington-charles-king - Hello Poetry

I ask for a blessing upon thee, From the Highest of Authorities. May the Dear Lord calm thy mind, When thou art anxious and need to find, A calming word or a place to rest And may thee always be a welcome guest At the house of God and of His kin, And may against thine trials thou always win.

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Feb 11, 2014

Feb 11, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC

remington-charles-king

An Irish Poem (Blessing)

I ask for a blessing upon thee, From the Highest of Authorities. May the Dear Lord calm thy mind, When thou art anxious and need to find, A calming word or a place to rest And may thee always be a welcome guest At the house of God and of His kin, And may against thine trials thou always win.

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Robots? Lifeless and nobody cares enough to make a change If eyes are windows to your soul, Then I guess I see broken hearts everyday I see desperate kids, from broken homes They are our lepers of ancient Rome Who long to feel the sensation of love But are rejected and cast aside, scoffed at and beat down Passerbys turn away and won't look, show kindness or care But instead they have nothing, because I guess no one has any love to spare To the rejected, the down trodden, the beaten, the lonely, the depressed To those who seek escape in the stabbing of a needle, or the inhaling of poisonous smoke I'm sorry for the hatred and contempt you're shown. I promise to never refuse you a smile and to always give you time. I pray you're given that drink, your thirsting lips seek.

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Jan 24, 2014

Jan 24, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC

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empty eyes

Robots? Lifeless and nobody cares enough to make a change If eyes are windows to your soul, Then I guess I see broken hearts everyday I see desperate kids, from broken homes They are our lepers of ancient Rome Who long to feel the sensation of love But are rejected and cast aside, scoffed at and beat down Passerbys turn away and won't look, show kindness or care But instead they have nothing, because I guess no one has any love to spare To the rejected, the down trodden, the beaten, the lonely, the depressed To those who seek escape in the stabbing of a needle, or the inhaling of poisonous smoke I'm sorry for the hatred and contempt you're shown. I promise to never refuse you a smile and to always give you time. I pray you're given that drink, your thirsting lips seek.

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Now it might be hard to understand But just for a moment I ask that you try to comprehend The idea, the marvel, the miracle Of learning love’s true definition from a child less than 3 years young Her name was Amelia Lyon, but she was called Amy Lou And her hair was up like Whoville’s own Cindy Lou Who Dr. Suess would’ve been proud I’m sure he would’ve loved Amelia, as did every single person of every single crowd We would bring her with us to Disneyland The happiest place on earth for both woman and man And little Amy loved every second of it With a wide smile, never crying, not even a bit Bearing the power of a simple smile, and a thousand suns She would light the very streets she crossed Reaching out and attacking strangers was far from seldom With a beautiful kiss of innocence, sincerity, we watched as joy would blossom Did she discriminate? Did she decide who to incriminate? No, you see, Amelia would never If someone was hurt, and broken, she could make all things better A beautiful soul To match a beautiful girl I learned, let me tell you What true love is, something new Something that is rarely practiced But only talked about, and the fact is I’ve never seen love quite like this! It was sincere, and it was real and it was amazing A special perspective, a new trail she was blazing And now I know what true love is Humble, supportive, and nonjudgemental Kind, gorgeous and always gentle Thank You, Amy Lou. One day, I hope to be like you. But now she's gone, at two and a half you were taken from us So unique, Heaven, God, and the Angels were jealous Do I feel robbed? Do I feel cheated? Certainly not! Because I know who I shall see when I am greeted There she will be, adorable and precious That gleaming smile with a child’s eyes At the opening of the Gates, it will be glorious Because finally, that disguise, that shroud of earthliness Will have been torn away, and we will forever be united again My baby sister, my Amelia Lyon, my Amy Lou I miss you so very dearly, my little Cindy Lou Who With love, bittersweet tears, and a heart deeply aching Your brother, Remington Charles King

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Jan 17, 2014

Jan 17, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC

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Thank you, Amelia Lyon - (How I learned what True Love meant)

Now it might be hard to understand But just for a moment I ask that you try to comprehend The idea, the marvel, the miracle Of learning love’s true definition from a child less than 3 years young Her name was Amelia Lyon, but she was called Amy Lou And her hair was up like Whoville’s own Cindy Lou Who Dr. Suess would’ve been proud I’m sure he would’ve loved Amelia, as did every single person of every single crowd We would bring her with us to Disneyland The happiest place on earth for both woman and man And little Amy loved every second of it With a wide smile, never crying, not even a bit Bearing the power of a simple smile, and a thousand suns She would light the very streets she crossed Reaching out and attacking strangers was far from seldom With a beautiful kiss of innocence, sincerity, we watched as joy would blossom Did she discriminate? Did she decide who to incriminate? No, you see, Amelia would never If someone was hurt, and broken, she could make all things better A beautiful soul To match a beautiful girl I learned, let me tell you What true love is, something new Something that is rarely practiced But only talked about, and the fact is I’ve never seen love quite like this! It was sincere, and it was real and it was amazing A special perspective, a new trail she was blazing And now I know what true love is Humble, supportive, and nonjudgemental Kind, gorgeous and always gentle Thank You, Amy Lou. One day, I hope to be like you. But now she's gone, at two and a half you were taken from us So unique, Heaven, God, and the Angels were jealous Do I feel robbed? Do I feel cheated? Certainly not! Because I know who I shall see when I am greeted There she will be, adorable and precious That gleaming smile with a child’s eyes At the opening of the Gates, it will be glorious Because finally, that disguise, that shroud of earthliness Will have been torn away, and we will forever be united again My baby sister, my Amelia Lyon, my Amy Lou I miss you so very dearly, my little Cindy Lou Who With love, bittersweet tears, and a heart deeply aching Your brother, Remington Charles King

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She has soft and beautiful eyes With the power to soften stone I would know, she charmed my heart And gave me a smile not just to hold, but to own But the smile I wear Withers when compared Never have I laid eyes on a smile so sincere and precious It’s as if God has left an angel among us Now not only do her lips help paint her lovely portrait, But the sounds that echo forth, and the words they create Mold an image that is equal to if not greater than the one my eyes are privileged to behold And if her speech is a tsunami, then open the floodgates I want to swim in the rivers of her laughter I want to drown in the seas of her embrace She is beauty incarnate Easy to love, impossible to hate Her face was the canvas, God must have been the artist Because her elegance could not be birthed from a fallen world like ours

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Jan 13, 2014

Jan 13, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC

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This Woman is Special

She has soft and beautiful eyes With the power to soften stone I would know, she charmed my heart And gave me a smile not just to hold, but to own But the smile I wear Withers when compared Never have I laid eyes on a smile so sincere and precious It’s as if God has left an angel among us Now not only do her lips help paint her lovely portrait, But the sounds that echo forth, and the words they create Mold an image that is equal to if not greater than the one my eyes are privileged to behold And if her speech is a tsunami, then open the floodgates I want to swim in the rivers of her laughter I want to drown in the seas of her embrace She is beauty incarnate Easy to love, impossible to hate Her face was the canvas, God must have been the artist Because her elegance could not be birthed from a fallen world like ours

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Anxiety. The evil twin of an adrenaline rush. Heart starts pounding, forehead, palms are sweating. Pupils dilate and then begins the nervous twitching, the restless attempts at sleep. Staring at a digital clock. Is it morning yet? No. It’s 2am. And all I can think about is what I should of said differently. Maybe a minute sooner. Or a minute later? I can stand at the pulpit of “Just relax, Don’t stress, Don’t worry about it” all night and day, but I couldn’t possibly practice what I’m preaching. I continue resisting, but my efforts are worthless I feel. Cursed, will I bear this disease always? An invisible cancer, no can see it, but my heart is burdened Heart break, heart ache. The fear of no equilibrium, and now my fear is reality. My chest now has been torn into and the contents have been burned. My mind rushes to help, but logic is defeated by the guessing and the unknown. Am I mad? Am I alone? Please. save. me.

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Jan 10, 2014

Jan 10, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC

remington-charles-king

Anxiety

Anxiety. The evil twin of an adrenaline rush. Heart starts pounding, forehead, palms are sweating. Pupils dilate and then begins the nervous twitching, the restless attempts at sleep. Staring at a digital clock. Is it morning yet? No. It’s 2am. And all I can think about is what I should of said differently. Maybe a minute sooner. Or a minute later? I can stand at the pulpit of “Just relax, Don’t stress, Don’t worry about it” all night and day, but I couldn’t possibly practice what I’m preaching. I continue resisting, but my efforts are worthless I feel. Cursed, will I bear this disease always? An invisible cancer, no can see it, but my heart is burdened Heart break, heart ache. The fear of no equilibrium, and now my fear is reality. My chest now has been torn into and the contents have been burned. My mind rushes to help, but logic is defeated by the guessing and the unknown. Am I mad? Am I alone? Please. save. me.

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