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 Aug 2016
Jay Dee
I wake up every mornin' and get out of bed. Learned how to play it cool when it feels like im dyin inside my head. Smiles everyday..i joke i laugh. Dont know what im writing its just a rough draft. Somethings deep inside me..i try to turn the key, i try to unwind.  I set aside my feelings..had to get em' out the way. But i didnt throw em' out because maybe ill need em' one day. Whats the difference between being weak or being strong?  I can't tell..its been kind of long. But even in the darkest shadows i still have a light. I got my reason to get up and fight. She's watching everyday. Imitating in everyway. My minime. So young. So free. Naa.. I'm not givin' up I'm not stopin'.  Like i said my babygirl is watchin'.





-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
My daughter is my reason
 Aug 2016
SteffyWeffy
Children cry and sometimes get lost.
Bumps, bruises, scars, and sickness.
If your lucky parents are there to kiss you.
Dreams and Innocence.
Disney Princess.
Dolls.
No worry in the world.
Playing Barbie’s on the porch.
Riding bikes in the street.
Life is good.
Then you get older and things get hard, sometimes if your lucky things are still ok.
That wasn’t the case for me.
 Aug 2016
SteffyWeffy
The past, one thing we can never change.
The future, we look back on the past, looking at things that have happened hoping things get better.
We cannot change the past, we want to though.
We wish this never happened.
We wish our loved one hadn’t died.
People say it’s the past move on, it’s not that easy.
Walk around with my pain and anxiety from losing my birth family.
Then tell me, it’s in the past.
Have your mom scream at you and call you awful names, try to forgive her, remember what you said it’s in the past move on.
I try to move on, I try to forgive and love.
I try to not think of the past, it haunts me though.
 Jul 2016
Valsa George
As the shadows began lengthening
I slowly walked to the sea shore
Through the cobbled path
With stinging stones under my feet
And piles of golden clouds floating above
Enjoying the whistling of the wind through the reeds
Inhaling the saline air, smelling of rotting seaweeds

On the vast strand, I stood for long
Feeling the foamy fringes of water lapping at my feet
And sensing the sand slipping away under my feet
I watched the gentle undulating billows
Rolling their silver volumes
As if to die away on the happy shores

The sapphire waters and the roaring waves
The churning tides and the feathery foam
Made me wonder at the horror and beauty
That ****** dichotomy Nature carries within

I saw numerous fishes gambol beneath the waves
Do the finny herds that roam
The fathomless valleys of the Deep
Ever experience the tumult and scuffle
Of the roaring waters?
Oh! Never!

Like them, I too floated weightless
With all the barbed distractions drifting away
Wishing to get a pair of wings of the swallow flying high
To soar safely away from all gadflies who disturb
And cocooned in the inner citadel of my privacy
Enjoying a permeating peace, I had seldom known!

Then Byron’s words came floating to me
Mingling with the cadence of the waves
‘There is rapture in the lonely shores
There is society where none intrudes’
 Jul 2016
John Stevens
As you travel into life's sunset before me,
walk slowly My Love.  
Wait up My Love.
I am not far behind.
Following in the foot steps
you revealed to me
as you My Love
walked in the path to a new day.
Watch for me. For I am coming.
It won't be long now til
we are hand in hand again.
Inspired by 88 year old friend Stan.
He lost his wife June to Alzheimer's

http://www.junebergalzheimers.com/
 May 2016
John Stevens
Granddaughter Lucy wrote this just before bedtime this evening.
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Dear God
Thank you for this day. Make sure that evrybuty is safe and has a good night and try not to let enebody sin. In God name we pray. Amen.
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She gave it to me at bed time. She was asleep before I got it typed in. She Is a first grader.
05-15-2016
 Apr 2016
Lora Lee
The journey
to real self-love
is not always easy
      There are so many elements
                          that can trip you up:
                            jagged rocks
                               that slightly jut out from
                              the silken, earthy surface
                            paths of black ice
                         that look clear          
    but slide you from your course
  their invisibility
only tangent
  after the fall
     light flash floods    
        that turn into monsoons
           at a moment's notice  
                                             a reflection of clear blue sky
                                                 that somehow turns
                                                    into a seemingly solid wall
                                                 But if we can hold on
                                             and somehow stay connected
         to the shining root within
       let it hold us in place like an  
      invisible anchor
         the floating umbilical cord
            that connects us
              to our inner mirror
                deep reflection
                  and resurrection
    Then we will know
     that every slip
    is truly temporary
   and only leads us to the
    improved firework
   of ourselves:
                              for nothing can stop us
No matter what
we will blossom into
the very electric flowers
we were meant to,
and, at our own
blessed pace,
     burst into
    the gentle ululation
   of
       the stars
 Mar 2016
John Stevens
© 1-16-2005  John L. Stevens
(verse one)
I was walking down the highway of life
Doing my thing , and creating strife
In my life and others around me.
Then I found the highway Jesus walked.
When I took His hand in mine.
-Chorus 1  ------------

(verse two)
Jesus took away the pain in my heart.
Gave me peace, a brand new start.
In my life and others around me.
For I’ve found the highway Jesus walked.
And He takes my hand in His.
-Chorus 1  ------------

(verse three)
Jesus is the road under my feet
Leads to the Cross, with grace complete.
In my life and others around me.
Now I travel the highway Jesus walked.
As He takes my hand in His.
-Chorus 1  ------------

Chorus 1
Gladness and joy found me,
Overtook me in my sorrow.
Gladness and joy dwells in my heart
And gives me hope for tomorrow.
Yes, He gives me hope for tomorrow.
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(verse four)
Oh brother do you need a new road.
Follow the savior, He’ll carry the load.
In your life and others around you.
When you find the highway Jesus walked.
When He takes your hand in His.

Chorus 2
Gladness and joy will find you.
Overtake you in your sorrow.
Gladness and joy will dwell in your heart
And give you hope for tomorrow.
Yes, He’ll give you hope for tomorrow.
-----------Repeat Chorus one

(rev.2-25-05)
I was wondering where this went.
 Mar 2016
John Stevens
(Just Passing Through)
09-08-2005 J.L. Stevens

This jail is not my home,
I ‘m just a passing through.
Since Jesus touched my life,
Lord, What more can I do.
Your love has rescued me,
Gives me peace in my life.
Lord, help me to walk the path,
Free of trouble and strife.
——————————————-
When freedom beckons me
As I walk out through the door.
Lord, guide me on my journey,
I’ll trust you evermore.
May I choose to do Your will,
When temptation comes my way.
Lord, I know You are with me,
As I walk with You this day.
—— (chorus)—————-
When Jesus called my name,
My life was changed that day.
I walk and talk with Him,
I chose to follow and obey.
I am trusting in the Lord,
To open wide the door.
For I don’t feel at home,
In this jail any more.
Tune of "This World is Not My Home"

Was going into a jail talking to inmates.
 Feb 2016
John Stevens
You left us my friend in sorrow
To wonder about the tomorrow
Not reading your words of wisdoms gain
Has brought to us a sorrow and pain.

I know you can't answer
But please send some inspiration
It is desperately needed
To improve the lot on Hello Poetry
to show us a path less heeded.

Five years is a long time in the life of a poet
The sad thing is we may not even  know it
We wander around in our ups and downs
and occasionally we can act like clowns.
For you Dear Paddy time is but a blink
To clear our minds and help us think

I know you can't answer
But please send some inspiration
Your inspiration is Urgently needed.

Good night. See you in the morning Paddy.
http://hellopoetry.com/paddy-martin/

http://hellopoetry.com/-the-paddy-martin-fellowship/

It has been nearly five years since he last sat on his favorite rock to read and write.

Read. Enjoy. Inspire.
 Jan 2016
John Stevens
Three little girls
Running in a row.
One falls down
OW! OW! OH!
Two little girls
Help her up
Three little girls
Yelling. "Fun. Fun. Fun. "
Mickey Ds
09-30-15
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