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Tasting fresh, pungent
cinnamon on the tip
of her tongue

Washing her feet
in spicy
peppermint soap

Finding bliss simply
living life
©Elisa Maria Argiro
To all my readers, my second poetry book has now been published called Life, Love and Lessons Learned. It is available on

Amazon, Kindle and Lulu
By typing in Carl Joseph Roberts Life Love And Lessons Learned.

My first book,
Through My Eyes, By Carl Joseph Roberts
was a success and because of many of you, even without a book signing it was profitable. And I hope many of you will support this my second book as well and additionally forward this to as many other readers in hope they will support also. Again, thank you all so very much for your support over these last sever years. From winning several contests to all your comments I have appreciated each kind word said. So please find and buy a book and support the cause if possible. Thank you all again.  Always writing... Carl Joseph Roberts  (Joe)
Please add to as many collections as you fell fit and forward as you wish to help support. Thanks. Joe
I know what you are thinking;
I know what you were thinking;
I know what you will be thinking
When your end comes.

When the end comes,
I will be waiting
To pull you through into
Always.

Wasn't it I who pushed you,
Unaware and blinking
Groggily into the light;
Wasn't it I who pushed you
Forward into Time?
We writers claim a form of First Person Omniscient, but we operate with paper dolls and imaginary worlds.... There is this other First Person, Omniscient....
To the world you're just a rose
To me you're my one and only
You weep because you don't feel loved
You ask to be held so I hold you tightly
Your thorns cause my blood to spill
I try not to think of the pain it causes
I hold tighter and you cry louder
And nothing seems to make you blossom
And this may not be worth it for me
But you still ask to be loved and held
But I do it and you can't recognize it
Collaboration with Alyssa Underwood!


I'm not getting much from life,
it makes me want to scream!
Won't achieve my smallest goal...

let alone my dreams!
.

Your life's hidden in Christ's hands
and your competence comes from Him.
His Spirit's working His purpose in you...

despite how things may seem.
.

I'm frail and I'm weak,
I'm sorry. I'm not strong.
You say I can handle this test...

You couldn't be more wrong!
.

Frailty's the best start
for watching our egos flee.
Once we know WE can't do it...

we begin to get set free.
.

I am sick and tired
of the daily drudge!
And fellow believers?

All they do is JUDGE!
.

So lay it all down.
Jesus died to bear
the indomitable weight...

of every burden you wear.
.

Does God answer prayers?
I wonder if HE DOES!
If you go and backslide

He seems to hold a grudge!
.

I find He answers differently
than what I might seek first,
for what's pleasant now...

May not fill my deepest thirst.
.

Alright. He makes us patient.
But I can believe the lies!
He has no provision

to make me savvy... WISE!
.

If wisdom like the world
is what the soul most craves,
where's the contentment...

in those who are its slaves?


The believer is the candle
Jesus is the flame.
Thank you sister for your help...

I'm calling on His Name!

I will heed your sayings.
I have been absurd!
He's good to all His promises...

They're written in HIS WORD.
.

It's not absurd to question
or probe into our doubts.
HIS WORD can stand resistance...

through every skeptic's shouts.

We're here to help each other
find truth along the way.
JESUS IS THE WAY AND TRUTH

AND LIFE WE LIVE EACH DAY!


Alyssa Underwood  (the voice of Truth)
.
*SoulSurvivor  (the doubtful believer)
It was a TRUE pleasure to write with
Alyssa... she's amazing!

-
A poet writes
about truths,
what is, and what is not...
a poet writes about nature,
people....the sun, moon and stars,
a poet dares to feel...to see the whole world...


A poet writes...
to vent his/her own shares of  joy
of agony...and aches...miseries...afflictions
as well as those of the others'
a poet reads...sees through someone else's eyes,
face...words...voice...and actions...

A poet writes,
to euphemize the sharp truths and facts in life
make them less painful to the ears
to at least, soften the pointed edges of every trial...to hurt less
to pad the impact of a fall...from frustration and despair
and, through words...encourage one...to rise...when fallen...

A poet writes
to cite reasons...so a hurting one would believe again
have faith in life...in love...again
to reach out...to those who have gone far, in the dark
and take them back to the fold ...of the bright side...

A poet writes...
to tell the woes of those oppressed
the world over
those tortured...violated...and killed
of children abused
their future stolen away from them...

A poet writes
of how nature has been exploited...and maltreated
how human beings
would one day disappear,
how nature...would be around.......no matter what...

A poet is sensitive
observant
and vigilant...
A poet is compelled to see and tell all truths...
truths of yesterday...those that are here now...happening
and those of tomorrow.....and beyond...
All these,
A poet must write...
...nothing more
...and nothing less...


Sally

Copyright January 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



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***Guys, you may add your own ideas.....please do...the list is endless...***
Yesterday I drank and smoked
Now today I surely don't

Yesterday I was bent out of shape
Today I'm lifting all kinds of weights

Yesterday gave into want's and needs
Today I'm setting myself free

Yesterday gave up the bad
Now today there's nothing left

Yesterday what I did
I swear today I won't miss

Yesterday the old me went away
All for the sake of resolutions made

**That was all a week ago
Back to downing drinks and smoking smokes

Doing all the things I always did
Didn't take long to ******* the list

I set down all of the weights
Except the doughnuts which I crave

Jumped headfirst back into want's and needs
As I missed them and they missed me

Made up with all I did that's bad
Not that they ever really left

Yesterday all that I did
Are back today in perfect fit

Resolutions to me are fine
If you keep yours and don't look at mine
This is actually my last poem for most of the month of January...
Taking a well deserved sabbatical from social media. Take care my friends!
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