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 Sep 2015
David
Persistence, my friend;
and determination:
can mend
all the wounds of misfortune;
and the the scars of your past.
Your scars and wounds
stand nothing
to time.
For in time, no pain lasts.

So press on
Press on,
like they said in times
where there was no choice
but to press on.
And you have no choice.
for If you don't,
you will very soon be gone.
That's not to be morbid,
and not to be grim,
but you know that as well as I do,
so it's with persistence
you must glow
and with patience
you must brim.

And not to say that you are weak,
but the pain you feel
is nothing unique.
So persist, my friend.
Do not fall with hard times:
Press on and find
the solace
you so sincerely seek.

Stand up
when you feel like you must fall.
Stand up when you cannot stand.
Stand up, anyway;
and stand up tall.
That, my friend, is greatness.
To rise above your own self-doubt.
To rise beyond limits.
To rise above it all.

Persistence, my friend:
Persistence is key;
for until that fog clears up,
you will not see
your limitless potential
and all the infinite beauty
that lies not beyond the horizon,
but just around the bend.
I promise you will find it:
But only with
Persistence, my friend.
 Sep 2015
Sjr1000
Poetry is too long too short too harsh
too real to ******* believe
when you're down on your knees begging for forgiveness for everything you feel.

poetry is too hot too cold too bold to fold.
too real to really feel
unless your heart is breaking.

poetry explodes your soul creates heat creates cold. drives the trembling soul right through that ******* hole.

poetry is all I know.
 Sep 2015
ThePoet
I can't handle
another death,
leaving me out here
lost and alone

I can't handle
another mourn,
leaving me lifeless
as a hollow stone

I can't handle
another grievance,
letting you go to
a world unknown

Because to save
your precious life,
I would give infinite
deaths of my own

©
 Sep 2015
Jimmy Hegan

You have ravished my heart,
my sister my bride,
you have ravished my heart
with a glance of your eyes.
with one jewel of your necklace.
How sweet is your love , my sister, my bride!
how much better is your love than wine.
and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
Your lips distill nectar, my bride.
honey and milk are under your tongue.
the scent of your garments is likethe scent of Lebanon.
A garden locked is my sister , my bride.
a garden locked a fountain sealed.
Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates.
with all choicest  fruits,
henna with nard.
nard and saffron, calamus
and cinnamon
with all trees of
frankincense.
myrrh and aloes,
with all chief spices -
a garden fountain , a well of
living water.
and flowing streams from Lebanon.


 Sep 2015
Jimmy Hegan
Complex relation makes many confusion
Human plays and makes tricks from complex relations.
They analyze there personal benefits from complex relations.
Human lost their mind and soul in complex relations.
Complex relations are open gates for ****** innocent relatives.
Complex relation creates many confusion in our life and minds.
Complex  relation  is our mirror of love relations with many women.
 Sep 2015
Jimmy Hegan

Your two ******* are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
that feed among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh.
and the hill of frankincense.
You are altogether beautiful my love,
there is no flaw in you
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
Come with me from Lebanon,
Depart from the peak of Amana.
from the peak of Senir and Hermon
from the dens of lions,
from the mountains of leopards.

 Sep 2015
Jimmy Hegan

Millions, trillions and billions of follower's read our poems.
Poets write  their ideas and views in poem
All  of it gives their true opinion's to each other.
We exchange our feelings with each other
It gives us inner happiness to join our feelings with each other.
We admire, love ,and show our desire to each other.

 Sep 2015
Jimmy Hegan

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and maidens  without number.
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
the darling of her mother,
flawless to her that bore her,
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
the queens and concubines
also, and they praised her.
Who is this that that looks forth like the dawn
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
terrible as an army with banners?


 Sep 2015
Jimmy Hegan

You are beautiful as Tirzab, my love,
comely as Jerusalem ,
terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats.
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes.
that have come up from  the washing;
all of them  bear twins,
and not one among them is bereaved.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranates behind your veil.

 Sep 2015
Jimmy Hegan

The Lord is my shepherd, I
shall not want.
He makes the lie down in
green pastures;
he leads me beside still waters;
he restores my soul
He leads me in right paths
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through
the darkest valley,
I fear no evil,
for you are with me ;
your rod and your staff-
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me.
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows,
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life.
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
my whole life Long.


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