Have you not heard.
Well come gather together, and let me tell you.
The Word says.
We shall have life.
And life more abundant.
Did you hear abundant.
This is your claim.
So live and do not die.
Fulfill your desires.
Fulfill your wishes.
Fulfill your dreams.
Reach for the stars ⭐.
Climb a mountain or two.
Swim the deepest ocean 🌊.
So at the end of time.
Your saying  will go.
Regrets I have none.
I have lived my life.
And a life .
Fulfilled.

He is our provider.
He is our healer.
He is our strong tower.
He is the rock of our salvation.
He is able.
And He is ever present,in time's of trouble.
So as we gather, as a band of poets.
Let us glorify Him.
Because every talent we own or possess.
Has come from Him.

Darkness rise's,it invades,it forces.
Pushing, Pushing as it tries to dispell the light.
No invitation did he have.
He just became the unsuspecting guest.
Trying to destroy what was not his.
But we have the victory.
Light has the power to dispell darkness.
And this is our victory.
The power and the victory is ours.
As we give a victory shout.
Darkness you have no power.
So we command you to flee.
Now come let you and I, gather together.
As we beckon the light to come.
Light of the world.
Light of the world.
Please
Come
In
And
Stay.

The Beholder gazes down from above.
As He admires His crafted ones.
Each a different brand and make.
And personalities to.
I'm sure He has a laugh or two.
As He watches them at play.

I lost a penny, I lost a penny.
Did you find it.
Yes I did.
Yes I did.
A penny for your thoughts.

Oh the beauty of love ❤️.
Captured in a moment.
By just one glance.
His eyes so gentle,as he lulls you away.
Then one touch, oh just one touch.
That sends tingles, down your spine.
His voice like a melody, ringing in your ears.
Soon everything is lost.
As it becomes full blown love 💞.

When the storms are raging.
And the winds are howling.
And we are being tossed too and fro.
We need cover.
So we reach out to our Master.
As we say.
Cover Me.
Cover Me.
Under your Shelter.

I love the pitter, patter of the rain 🌧️.
As it so gently filters down.
Pitter, patter.
Pitter, patter.
A sound as music to the ear's

Marriage is not rosy red 🍒.
As it comes with lumps and bumps.
But it is a binding force.
That should be held with poise.

Make your yes a yes.
Make your no a no.
Do not be side tracked.
But stand your ground.

Count all losses with joy.
Crying over spilled milk.
Can not change the outcome.

You are beautiful ❤️
You are unique 🤩.
You are highly favoured.
You are wonderful and fearfully made.
You are fairer than ten thousand.
You are Woman.
Embrace your identity.
And lay.your claims.

Let's not carry our burdens on our shoulders.
Or is it our sleeve,as if to say.
But let us hand them over to Jesus.
And see what He can do.

A time of refuge.
A time of rest.
A time to gather your self.
From those voices that echo out.
Not to build, but to break.
This is your privilege.
You have earned it.
Enter in,lose yourself, fade away,drift into the calm oceans.
As it takes effect, wrap your self into this space.
It's your's.
It's your's.
And you have a right to be there.

The sun,look how he boasts.
As he rises from the East.
A burning ball of fire, emitting sunshine to Gods people.
The moon with it's hazy look, to give light to the night
The star's a brilliant sight,as they display their glory.
And what of our dear Earth.
The grass so green, the trees so tall.
As they dance to the breeze.
The roses, the daffodils,lilies and flowers unnamed, filling the earth with colours.
Colours of brilliance, that captures the eye.
Herbs , and vegetables of all  kinds springing forth.
To feed a hungry man.
Do we ever take time to stop.
Think.
Look.
And appreciate.
The beauty of creation.
Or do  our eyes remain blinded.
Let's let go of our routine.
Wake up.
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.
And take time out to smell the roses

There is a constant cry, from many.
When  cups, run dry and they are empty.
Fill me.
Fill me.
Is a silent plea, as trials are many.
Fears seemed to overflow,as unto a river.
So there is a constant cry from many.
As the cry goes out
Fill me.
Fill me.
Until I overflow,

He fills us daily.
The young the old.
The rich and the poor.
The just and the unjust.
The very air, we daily breath.
He  supplies.
The very blood that runs, through our veins.
If every drop of blood is taken out.
Will we live.
No.
The high content of water, that our bodies have.
To preserve the body, from decay.
He is our daily source.
He is our all.
So let us cling unto, our source.
Because our lives are in His hands.

Are we tired, of chasing pretty rainbows 🌈.
Are we tired of spinning round and round.
So  a day as such as this,we will not chase.
But obtain everything, that we desire.
As we hold hands.
With our Maker.

I awake to a life full of pain.
Destruction seems to follow my every step.
Shame and scorn, my daily bread.
But hope is what I hold on to.
As I not, what my tomorrow holds.

Today is today.
Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is not known.
But a fleeting moment captured.
Fills the heart with joy.

In the vastness of space, I find my nest,
A world away from noise, where I can rest.
Comfort wraps around me, like a gentle breeze,
As I soar through stars, my soul at ease.

Lost in the cosmos, I find my way,
Free from the world's din, in a celestial bay.
Thoughts unfold like nebulae, expansive and wide,
As I dance among planets, my spirit inside.

In this weightless realm, I spread my wings,
Unfettered by bounds, my heart sings.
The universe's silence, a symphony divine,
Echoes my heartbeat, a rhythm so fine.

Here, I'm untethered, free to roam,
In the infinite expanse, my spirit's home.
No noise can reach me, no worries can cling,
In space's vast comfort, my soul takes wings.

What a beautiful day it would be.
When we are called up yonder.  
Where pain, sorrow and hardship.
Will no longer ware us down.
A day of great rejoicing, this will be.
As with the angels we shall dance.

Dear native regions ,I foretell.
From what I feel at this farewell.
That where so ever my steps may tend.
And where so ever, my course shall end.
If in that hour a single tie.
Survive of local sympathy.
My sons will cast, the backward view
The longing look on you alone

Oh winter, how you have shattered my bones.
Your grip was cruel, your grip was icy.
And warmth i could not feel.
Time has flown so quick, and August now has come.
So I bid you farewell dear winter.
As you move on, to find another grip.

Today is the day that, the lord has made.
And in it we will rejoice.

It is better to be loved.
Than never have being.loved  at all
A leap of faith.
Could turn the tables around.

There's a saying that goes.
The star's are not aligned to be
together.
So come let's capture, two lovers, beneath this starry skies.
Fire burning, through every fibre.
As they gaze upon the stars.
A dress, a ring, a celebration, becomes the order of that heat.
Time soon reveals the truth.
That these two, were never meant to be.
But as the stars, thrive on each other.
So do these, two lovers,who once was on heat.
A match made in heaven
Mismatched by far.
But if departed.
These two will not thrive.
So like star's they will wander.
But never depart.

Bounce.
Bounce.
And bounce again.
Stop 🛑.
Breathe 🫁.
Let's begin again.
Bounce,   Bounce.
As hard as you can.
Hooray, the ball has returned.
Like putty in my hands
Like emotion's I've found them, too rise and fall
Finding  new shape, beneath open skies.
Each bounce a lesson, each fall a release,
Til Silence return's, and I breath.
In out.    In out.
Till peace I do find.

Daily we are on the cutting ✂️ board 🛹.
Waiting to be sliced.
Some so deep, that the pain rings,out afar.
Some just surface deep, but has a cutting edge.
Now what is the conclusion to this.
Do we lay down and say.
Die.
Or do we rise up in victory.
As we give a shout.
Hooray,  Hooray.
I have won.
Standing Tall.
Standing Strong.
As in victory we rise.

The leach is never satisfied.
Until it's drained you of all blood.
******* you dry.
As it says.
Give, Give, Give.

I Give.
I Give.
I Give.
Then I'm bruised, battered and backlashed.
And I have no more to give.

I'm your dismissal.
Because you think I'm dumb.
But little do , you know.
I have one up on you.

As the deer pant eth, for the water, so my soul pant eth after thee.
Who can we liken our journey unto.
But that of a deer.
As winter rears its ugly head.
The deer knows,it is for greener pastures it has to seek.
The journey a long and treacherous one.
But it has too be done.
Danger lurking every where,as wild beasts wait, to pounce upon their prey.
The elements of nature, pounding down as they encounter.
Torrents of rain.
Storms unleashing their full fury.
And the blisteringly sun, beating down in full force.
The search for water is drastic.
As they know not where the next water  supply will come.
Many not making this journey, as they are taken out.
So too is this our journey.
Sometimes we experience, four seasons in one month.
As we are been hit, right .left and center.
The full fury of the Titans, bashing us to pieces, as it is unleashed with such full force.
Trials from inside and out.
Pain, sorrow and loneliness.filling our very being.
But a journey that has to be done.
And as the deer pant eth for the water.
So do we.
Searching for a well,to fill us up.
So that we do not grow weary, nor faint.
As this is a journey.
We all must make.

If tomorrow was silenced.
Where would we be.
Floating in space .
And nowhere to go.

One moment in time.
Captured by a photographic lens.
When time stood still.
As the flash went off.
Capturing that very moment.
Which will have a lasting effect.

I say.
You say.  
We all say.
What are we saying.
We have no inkling.
Of what is behind the sheeting.

When silence is evoked.
And the world is at rest.
The only sound one hears.
Is.
Pitter, Patter.
Pitter, Patter.
As your heart says.
I'm.
Still.
Here.

In a world full of  chaos, strive and pain
The best thing to do.
Is stay in your lane.

Jesus did not come into the world to condemn it.
But through Him the world may be saved.
Therefore there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.
J  E  S  U  S

Jehovah.

Everlasting.

Father.

Unto.

Salvation.

Dreaming of a future that may never come.
Dreaming of wealth, that may never be obtained.
Dreaming of that tall, handsome dude ,that will brush you off your feet.
A marriage that's perfect, and children too.
Many of them may, not come too pass.
But it's your dream to hold.
There is no prize put on dreaming.
So come  take a hike, with me into fairyland.
And let us.
Dream.
Dream .
Dream 😅.

Many would integrate who is she.
What does she know has she been there.
But roads are many, and each has a different tale to tell.
How would I relate to a mom who has a down syndrome child, or a child who is swiftly taken away, without fulfilling their days.
So wisdom is required in what we
Say .
So many a roads I have trudged already.
Not just the talk , but the walk I've done.
So when I reach out too many.
It is with love and care.
Too build a new future, for the coming generations.

This logo is splattered far and wide.
As youngsters say.
I am who I am.
Because of A,B and C.
I integrate  that holding on isn't good.
As freedom can only be found in letting go.
We speak,we speak and they continue to hold on.
But in my heart of hearts I hope they will understand.
Because they are the future, of generations, too come.

There is always two sides to a coin.
And I believe that some, time or another.
We are witnesses to this.
In the work place, and church, blushes are received.
As praises go up.
Soon the visage is removed as home time is it.
Home time, oh home time.
Now I can let my guard down.
The monster within, can no longer be contained.
As fury is unleashed, in the home with full force.
Breaking and breaking the one's that he loves.

Touch me.
Hold me
Tell me that you love 💕 me.
And I will melt into your arms

In too slumber I will drift.
Reaching places, far and wide.
Running free, drifting high.
Speaking words,yet untold.
As I drift further and further into slumber Land.

As my poetry is very diverse.
I'm sure many questions are posed.
Who the hell this woman is.
But on the whole I'm quite a character.
As diversity follows me.

Have you ever considered how important you are.
Workmanship of the Creator,
And highly esteemed.
Step out of your  door and take a look around.
Take a trip to whichever part of the earth, your heart desires.
Take a step outside again.
Look around.
You are in a circle ⭕ , where ever you are.
You.
You.
You.
And you alone is in the center
And that's how important you are.
You are the apple 🍎 of His eye.

Many seek to be part of the crowd.
Changes they make.
To just fit in.
But as time passes by.
And the music begins to fade.
Once again you find.
That you all alone.

I'm lost in a maze.
Trying to find my way out.
I seek for answers.
But none is found.