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Betty Ponder
I've lived in and traveled to various places in the U.S. Canada and Mexico. I've loved poetry since reading my first nursery rhyme. Love the …
Hopeful Ponderer
South Carolina    All poems are copyright protected.
Wisconsin    Love to read, write, dance and be WEIRD. #DOCTORWHO.

Poems

Everlasting Apr 2015
Sometimes you wonder,
is this really what I am meant to do?
And no matter how much you ponder,
the answers don't seem to come to you.

It feels as if you are lost in time,
sitting in a chair in front of a computer,
just wondering and pondering about life,
As if by just thinking, you became a writer.

But a writer mustn't just think,
a writer mustn't just wonder and ponder,
a writer must also type what the writer thinks,
but also what the writer feels as it wonders and ponders.

Yes, it's a tricky thing to do,
To connect the wonders to the feelings
to wonder what to feel
and to feel what one wonders

And  yes, it's a tricky thing to do,
to ponder about wonders
to wonder how to ponder
and to ponder how to feel about what one wonders

It's really a tricky thing do,
to be able to express what one thinks
and what one feels,
without really wondering and pondering,
because ultimately, what one writes
shouldn't exactly be thought out.

it's meant to be filtered out of us.
4/2/2014 - 8:36 am
jeffrey conyers May 2015
No one has seen the face of God except in their imaginary dreams.
But many loves to speak for Him in sermons and conversation.
Twisting his words.
Mixing his words.
While in the process using disciples written scriptures.

While God just ponder and wonder.

To say, God loves everyone means exactly that.
He does not separate others does that.
Some by designs and purpose.

While God just ponder and wonder.

Notice, those claiming to do his will.
Are also the biggest disturbers of separation.
On one hand claiming to accept all.
Then limiting the acceptance.

While God just ponder and wonder.

If Jesus were walking presently upon earth.
He would have to adjust many people minds.
Because he's representing a bigger power.

He attracts.
Not distract.
He gathers.
Not split his followers.

He brings you to an understanding.
Not debating and disagreeing.

Hate not.
Then say, you know love.
And suddenly exposed as a fool

Cause God ponder and wonder.

Why racism is a conflict?
Why people ****** orientation is a bigger matter?
Then we over look adultery and a ill will.

While she crooks and others as part of failure human nature.

Are all wrongs apart of the bible?

What God wants?
Only he knows and comprehends.
Not your priest, minister, evangelist or pastor.

Oh, many have upgraded to the title of Bishop.

The only problem is, they are not God.
Who probably ponder more about them.
And wonder more too.

Cause many twisting the Gospel of good news.

While God ponder and wonder.
Celine Leduc Apr 2013
Yonder they burn.  I ponder! I wonder!
Women meet a fiery end.
Women are burnt alive.
Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
A burning desire lights my heart.
Answers I seek, solutions we need.

Yonder they burn.  I ponder! I wonder!
They burn women who want freedom.
Women who want to stop an invasion.
Some are defeated others not.
They fought with men and against men.
We know the names of those shamed.

Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
Men answer my burning question
As they chant.  As they dance around fire.
They yell and scream burn, for your salvation.
You are spared the fires hell.
Burning flesh smells and burns like hell.

Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
The clergy burns witches at the stake, for land!
A military genius Joan of Arc saved France yet was burnt.
In Algeria, La Kahina wins yet is burns in her tent.
A judge found Marie Joseph Angelique guilty, a slave, burns.
Women Jewish, Roma and traitors are burnt in **** ovens.

Yonder they burn!  I ponder! I wonder!
A burning question is seared in my heart.
A fire burns in my breast.  Fire lights my way.  
Fire makes me see what hell is for a woman.
Women by fire are branded: sinners, slaves, witches,
I wonder and ponder on hell and some men.
In memory of all women those who perished  as a result of misunderstood  laws.