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"effuses" poems
I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of your frequent well-beaten paths of hatred. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
A Rose of Sharon
I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of your frequent well-beaten paths of hatred. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, I am loved by the one who made me, Loved unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive, that shows up in the cracks, Of your well beaten paths. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, For failing to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, In its flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest I am secure and calm. From your bitterness that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will the enslaved and captive soul fly free, Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
A Rose of Sharon
I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, I am loved by the one who made me, Loved unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive, that shows up in the cracks, Of your well beaten paths. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, For failing to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, In its flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest I am secure and calm. From your bitterness that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will the enslaved and captive soul fly free, Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, I am loved by the one who made me, Loved unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive, that shows up in the cracks, Of your well beaten paths. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, For failing to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will the enslaved and captive soul fly free, Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
A Rose of Sharon
I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, I am loved by the one who made me, Loved unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive, that shows up in the cracks, Of your well beaten paths. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, For failing to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will the enslaved and captive soul fly free, Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of the well-beaten paths of hatred, you frequent. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:35 PM UTC
A Rose of Sharon
I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of the well-beaten paths of hatred, you frequent. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of the well-beaten paths of hatred, you frequent. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
Untitled
I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of the well-beaten paths of hatred, you frequent. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of your frequent well-beaten paths of hatred. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
Untitled
I am the **** in your pristine garden, Hidden between the Hollyhocks and Petunias, Unwanted, I lift my head high, Invasive, pervasive, you hate me. You spray me with emotional roundup. You wish I would simply go away Crushed under your foot yesterday, I wilted under your hate. Resurrected by the creators love, In joy I dance to his music, That floats on the wind. I am a rose of Sharon, Planted firmly in the dirt. Hated by you for just being, The one who made me loves me, He loves me unconditionally. Planted in the wilderness, Where he walks in search Of those who seek his name. If you see me know that, he is near. Yet you hate me for being the **** Invasive that shows up in the cracks, Of your frequent well-beaten paths of hatred. You stomp on me, mangled I lie still. Revived by my God who loves me. Someday he will do justice, Someday he will show them mercy, Them that failed to love his creation. He animates me an earthen vessel, With emotions triggered by fluid actions, His loving smile, His tender touch, In his love and goodness, I find joy. The joy that effuses and rises to my brain, Like a flooding sea of contentment, Knowing that in him I have rest, I am secure and calm. From your bitterness, that floods my feet, He produces exquisite flowers and sweetest fruits. Freely I give the love I receive, As fragrance it wafts on the breeze, Used to the smell of death and dying, The Tanner smelling the fragrance of Love and Life faints. They revive him with curing leather from the tannery. Someday the tanner will appreciate fragrance, Someday the night shift miner appreciate the light, Someday those that cry for war will love peace, Someday those that hate others learn to love. Someday those that clang pots and pans in raucous cacophony, Will find peace and quiet in his sweet rhapsodies and quiet melodies. And the promoters of the ugliest of ugliness, Love the beauty of God's creation. Some day will this enslaved and captive soul fly free? Forever free in the plains of Eternity.
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Behold thee a flower so solitary Her fragrance emits a stroke of serendipity One cannot define her beauty so simply Her presence alone effuses serenity No one sees into her inner complexities The layers that obscures beneath her simplicity A long forgotten feeling resides within me I stood here captivated by her ethereal beauty
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
Beauty
Betwixt the trees, phantom looms Snares with pipe, my spirit blooms Beckoning with divine embrace A beacon of exalted grace To and fro her spirit glides Comes inside, two lights collide We digress with dancing feet Two sure and kindred spirits meet Embarking on magic ride How could I be enamoured of doubt Now we've met I am devout Devotee of thy myriad blisses Thy sweet and succulent tender kisses Borne aloft on divine zephyr That effuses from otherworldly ether Swept up in a hurricane That rolls and waves across the plane Of one reality to another You stoke and kindle my spiritual lust In your form and truth I trust Bathed in your fulsome luscious beauty You are my wandering spirit's entreaty Towards new day we meandering go Dreaming, rocking to and fro I'm walking with more spirit on No longer wicked, wan or lovelorn My surest soul self shows
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
An Elephant Queen
. my soul effuses, and things even drunker than Spring have emerged . ,
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Untitled
your heart effuses fifty thousand shapes of love, churches hold their prayers and exalt you in praises, look into the mirror of my love and let this craving love **** you, one kiss at a time and the Heavens melt in floral wines, Lord Divine, your love brings the jewel of peace in hell and purges the sins of devils, my soul is impaled on a cloud of burning seas, I can't see clear without you, I live on Earth, you live in Heavens, let me not wait for your presence for too long, love ends my woes and pangs, it fills me with the juice of divine, I am born again, wearing the clothes and jewels of Heaven, I am shining like a pearl in the sweetly honeyed innards of my soul.
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
Lord Divine