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Mary Manaher Feb 2016
He planted her life for reason,
gently grounded her roots into the Earth,
poured life into her existence,
a reminder of his triumphant resurrection
sculpted her petals,
like His outstretched arms
bearing the cross for all sins,
tears of rainbows splashed
upon her face,
coloring the hole in her heart,
overflowing it with His unconditional love
warming her with His peace,
transforming her life for reason,
to mirror,
His beauty,
His life,
His passion,
His grace,
His promise,
His love,
His purpose,
His glory.
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2016
For glory

I am writing
For glory

I am lighting
This cigarette
For I deserve it
I am having
This cigarette
Because I am
No longer addicted

I am writing
For glory, my own
For once
I am stoked

I am hardest
On myself
My greatest critic
Is always editing

A sweet moment
To be content
Enjoy, my friend,

Glory is also
Being able to praise oneself.
Tehreem Feb 2016
Night let down her long locks
Stars bejewel that dark glory

It made the sky whirl wild
With the moon streaking it

Holding on to the very end
That brings out the day

She embraced the clouds
Waiting for the sun to come out
There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor is death and decay
But in a little town near Georgia
From away from this bloodied land

A girl by the name of Linda
Has my son in her arms
And a hand on her hip
And planting little vinca's

Is waiting for me.

There is no glory in bloodshed
No honor in death and decay
But my husband is waiting for me
In Petticoat, Maine.

And even though we fought before I left
He's expecting me home
A kiss
And for my head on his chest

There is no glory in bloodshed
No glory in death and decay
But I'd give my very life for you
For I Have grown to love living
In the US of A
Dedicated to Dad
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
Bright Seraphim in glorious light
Existing for God's praise
You circle Him in endless flight
You dip and soar with grace
Six wing's angels, silver robed
You fly above His throne
His brilliant glory shines and strobes
You lift your voice as one

Holy Holy Holy
Holy is the Lamb
He, the One unchanging
The faithful Son of Man

O, Seraphim, lovely as gems
Yet can't behold the beams
Of the light that brings renewal
And causes you to sing
You cover up your glowing eyes
With crystal feathers bright
For God's glory undisguised
Would blind you with it's might

Yet through your feathers you still see
Our Lord's spectrum's glow
Until in heaven he shall be
These hues no man can know

(chorus)

Faces in ecstatic pose
You sing in beauty found
Only in this glorious host
So lifted from the ground

O, Seraphim, bright jewels of God
You are a mighty throng
Lord Jehovah you will laud
And raise His praise with song

(chorus)


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/28/2016
Abdullah Ayyash Jan 2016
It's a mountain
Huge rock
Life obstacle
When you see me

It's a challenge
Promising future
Beautiful glory
From my side

I am a soul
Lovely smile
Determent hope
Not a tear drop

I am feelings
Pure spirit
Nested dreams
Not a sympathy

Send me your heart
Don't walk me through
Don't hold me back
Love knows its way
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Abdullah Ayyash
January 25th, 2016
Jemoh Jan 2016
So many unanswered questions buried deep within
They've been locked away to camouflage an unsavoury past
The realisation of it all is a living nightmare
The agony it brings unreal
Why should anyone bear so much anguish
When will this grind to a halt
We all need a peace of mind
Or else we'll just fall into pieces
Why sit when you can stand
Here is resolute compulsion for it
A call to action
My resolve is to trod on
Never to falter
Push on till the finish line
No guts no glory
Pulling away from uncomfortable situation. Keeping the eye focusedon the goal. The tunnel faintly illuminated thus struggling to make your way out. With every step you move into new territory one that brings about hope and glory.

Inspired by Road to Selma 'glory'
K Balachandran Jan 2016
This astonishingly smart work
by an enterprising bunch
of greedy caterpillars on this tree,
symbolizes sweet success itself
(only to them, not for others
I'll have to grudgingly accept)

Look how they devour with a vengeance,
every bit of the gentle greatness, one felt
in presence of the exhilarating fine green crown,
of the lovely tree that stood head held high,
smiling  in scorching sun, storm and rain,
and made me stand awe struck,
for a while the first time I passed
through the path under her thick canopy.

Success has avariciously eaten up glory
a fine creation of many seasons,
without any concern for those
who die for greatness, nothing else!

All that remains to see is this:
whether fragile winged butterflies,
charm personified in vivid colors,
would come out,of this greed?
Though they being a creatures of transience
makes it a bad bad bargain.
In the hot pursuit of success who cares for greatness?
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/5/2016
I love these little creatures!
They are the symbol of
women's recovery
LifeBeauty13 Dec 2015
Regret has been the bane of my existence,
It has guarded me with a gilded fence.
Looking back into my past,
Wishing I would have been in a cast,
As the leading lady of my story,
Where I could show my enlightened glory,
And not the constant darkness of my mistakes,
Making the right choices would I make.
There would be no wrong,
In my Life Song.
But Mankind has a melody of good and bad,
Happy and sad,
And if I live in my past, I will miss out living in the moment,
And I am not willing to continue being my own opponent.
I will learn and I will try,
Beginning to learn about the Why.
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