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 Sep 2015
The Unspoken
Eternity to me is, Boundless Moments, of Lost hearts...

....like yours and Mine.*



©The Unspoken
 Sep 2015
Michael Shmichael
I sit with beer, all destitute, to write this alcoholic poem,
Tomorrow's far away, but a catastrophic omen
With beer in front, the task at hand, I should not have a chance,
Yet goggles clear, my writing dear, with future shaking hands,
I'll give a cheer, I'll down my beer, haste towards the achin',
So then I'll wake up, fill my coffee cup, and make some ******* bacon!
the geese are leaving
all is gray and luminous
this cool cloudy day
dry leaves are on the pavement
they tumble by in the breeze
a black dog pads past, nose down
pigeons fly up to safety
i check the time on my phone
and enter the train
Choka
I am determine to be with you forever Lord.
No matter how much I may fail you here God.
For as long as I keep getting up from failures.
I still have a chance of being one of your people.
It's only after giving up do I fail you the most.
Because our salvation is not in us but through you.
Only by hanging onto you and your truths here.
May your Salvation keep growing within me daily.
So I shall continue reading your words and praying.
For others as well as praying for myself as well here.
So that I may grow in your truths as well my Savior.
 Sep 2015
Ann M Johnson
In the silence I hear him calling
   He's calling me
   In the silence I hear him singing a sweet melody
   through the wind and the rustling of the trees
   In the silence I sense his presence
   In the silence I reach for him
   In the silence I confess to him
   In the silence I cry out to him
   I know he comforts me  
   In the silence he heals me
   In the silence I have peace within

   In the silence I envision him dying
    He died for me and you
   In the silence I know he is living
   He is living for you and me
   In the silence I know he loves me
   In the silence I know that I want to live for him
   Jesus is there in the silence
   He's calling to all of us in the silence
I  found this in an old folder that I wrote about 27 years ago and thought I would share it for the first time now.
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
God bless the one who PRAYS
PRAISE the Lord's heavenly REIGN
RAIN on me, then warming RAYS
RAISE my soul to a higher PLANE

PLAIN and simple, he can HEAL
HE'LL save any sinner TOO
TO him, surrender yourself WHOLLY
HOLY father is for me and you


PRAYER

oh Lord, can you hear my PLEAS
PLEASE shelter me from the RAIN
REIGN over me with a watchful EYE
I long to make it to your domain
i know i used rain/reign twice, but the prayer was meant to be a different poem...it seems like few people support, or respect these, but my words to them are, "let's see you write one"
Please find and take heed
Words written by a poet to read
Words of feelings that flow
That come from within the soul

Some words so hard to write
Never before shown the light
Treasured words that are shared
Given by a poet now bared

One poem reading a million others
Words of sorrow or for lovers
Each poet, to find, to be inspired
Words of passion that are fired

Give every poet just that chance
Let those words come and dance
For those that come from the dark
Allow those words leave their mark

Read them and let them be seen
Understand what their words will mean
A million poets writing in the sun set
Writing with a heart we will never forget
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
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