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Nat Lipstadt Feb 10
Our Holy Communion of Words

you wrest my words away, with tongue and teeth,
running their sounds out with your soft tonguing,
gentling their enunciated freedom to float airborne,
but not before,
your teeth hone them sharper, wiser, better,
before freeing the letters
for life eternal rebirthing,
swapping, warping words,
into a
a holy communion

then with thy lips closing after them,
wishing them godspeed,
safe travels to yet another’s eye imbibing,
until released once more,
traveling from souls you likely
never to meet, embrace, greet,
but to whom you have formed a
direct intangible tangling,
shared wafered words,
a holy communion*

But

yours,
your words,

gut punch me,
how could you know,
where/\were
you there beside me when in darkened hours
the sun shone brightly, illuminating with bent light
our crevices and our crevasses,
your, words, written,
stun me into crazy, as if
you were within my interior
a cacophony exposed for all to hear,
my grunts & oofs,
visceral, too real, and
my actual tears cascade unfiltered
into the cup of our tangible entangling,
salted & starry*


our holiest communion yet!

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Fri Feb 9,
10:00pm~10:30pm
inspired by Audra McDonald,
this poem came in a single short breath i taken,,
and left just as quickly
single, speedy insight
Your water's drying
Your life is in the cup
Your trees are dying
Your wildlife's locked up
You're in the zoo man...
When will you wake up?
How do you feel about it?
Do you accept and submit,
Throw in the towel and quit,
Or turn humbly to God and
With a heart of contrition
Ask Him to to be forgiven
Repenting for and turning from
The sin that was our own decision
Through the ultimate sacrifice,
Jesus Christ was crucified
He paid the cost of our sinful life
With His bloodshed He became The Way
That us sinners when we died
With Him, we died to sin
Three days later when He rose again
He defeated death, the wages of our sin.
Trust in Him He's the Solid Rock
On His firm foundation
We have sure salvation.
Through Jesus Christ !
"God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have ever lasting life."
- John 3:16
Sitting at my desk, staring out the window,
Looking through the woods of leafless trees,
As the seasons change, there is always,
A new picture to, admire and see.
The green summer colors, have changed,
To the fall & winters, dormant brown,
The fallen seeds, waiting to germinate,
When the warm spring air, wakes them up,
They rise and grow, never making a sound.
The birds fly south, so patient, in a V,
They each wait their turn, flying in front as the lead.
As the squirrel’s, bury their nuts, to supply their winter feed.
Today’s, temperature is hovering around forty degrees.
About time to lay down my pencil, go outside, blow some leaves.
Humans are a part of nature,
Not as hard as the wood, of an old oak tree,
Mother nature, is a best friend, for without, we would not be,
Everyday, take time, visit outside nature, Thank God,
For the beautiful planet, he created for our soul to visit, and see.
One of many stops along our way, leave your toys inside,
Get your hands *****, listen to the peace, of nature’s sound,
Healthier than you realize, those items you cherish,
You constantly carry around, have many more germs,
Than in the dirt, that makes up the ground.
                                        The Original: Tom Maxwell © 12/09/2023 AD
SANA Dec 2023
Our love story started when you were there
and I was standing next to you.

Then you had disappeared when I turned around.

I would always walk by myself with you.

In our tale of love

I thus made the decision to stroll by myself.

Without you this moment
We are traveling, caring for our soul inside,
As we search for, what we should be doing,
Our personal purpose, in this short life,
To help the soul get closer to perfection,
So, it can move on, at the end of this ride.
None of us will know if we discovered,
Our purpose, until after our body dies.
I never was a reader, never planned to write,
It was August 31, 2002, twenty years ago,
A friend called crying, a friend of his, died,
Some voice inside was saying write a poem or song,
To help my friend, relieve his sorrow inside.
I remember arguing with myself, I cannot write,
I tried, it only took me about two hours, to finish,
Jamie’s Song, it seemed easy, I was on my way,
Now, around 2,000 complete, hundreds, I started, let lay.
Often it seems so easy, they just appear in my mind,
All honest stories, messages, for the future, my purpose,
I will never know, till after my heartbeats, the last time.
The Original Tom Maxwell © 1/4/2022 AD 7:50 AM
dailythoughts Sep 2021
you played my song and made it ours
by dancing with me hand-in-hand
David P Carroll Mar 2021
So here we are again
The land of suffering
PALESTINE PALESTINE
And we softly whisper PALESTINE
PALESTINE be Free
PALESTINE is forever in my heart
Beating with me and
We pray for you every day
I even lit a candle today
So try to be strong and please hang on
Help is on its way so try to
Smile today but there's no happiness
Or joy in PALESTINE today
It's just an other PALESTINIAN women
***** today but the world can truly
See this evil including me
And Lord Jesus Christ never
Forgets the suffering but Palestine is not free
And PALESTINE can never free
Without there freedom in life
And I promise you all
I'll love and pray for
Every Palestinian who's
Suffering every day.
Free Palestine 🌷🌷🌷🌷🥶
Ezinne Jan 2021
Anger and pain in an instant all washed away,
My guilt and shame still decided to stay.

I hear it and I know I wouldn't
It calls me and I know I shouldn't.

I played it and let it play me.
I broke it, but I was the one who needed fixing.

Love and spotlight all fell at my feet,
Glory and praise all thrown at it.

Beautiful and majestic it sounds.
But within its soul, anxiety and insecurity clouds.

Once you start to play, there's no turning back.
Don't lose your focus and remember to stay on track.

Give into its sounds but ignore its calls.
This day I mark before you all.

Play wisely....
Everyone has their own way of reliving stress. My own way is music, and writing. This as well is my favorable instrument, and I desperately want to understand it and play it.
David P Carroll Dec 2020
Here we go again
Coronavirus is back again
And it's so sad to see
Loved ones dying
Infront of me and the
Sadness never ends but
When will this virus
Every go away and I'm
Cocooning away to keep
To keep this killer virus away
And it's taken my happiness away
And it's no more hug's
Or cuddles anymore and I can't
Even hug my poor Auntie today
And it's sadness in her eyes
Watching my 100 year old Auntie cry
Her lifr has changed like never before and it's
No more happiness or joy for today and
Coronavirus is here and Coronavirus
Will never go away I'm Cocooning today
And I'm watching the little birds sing to me
It's so wonderful and magical it draws a smile
On my face as the birds fly away I'm Cocooning today
But I promised the Lord Jesus Christ
I'll love and pray for everyone
Who's suffering from coronavirus every day.
Coronavirus 😷😷😷😷😷😷😷😷😷
David P Carroll Dec 2020
You and me in true love
We'll be and
From now on
And forever until eternity.
We'll Be Forever ❣️❤️💖💓
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