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"jordon" poems
I’m not a hideous wall flower; school girl steam pleat, designer girl, Nike or Jordon’s silly Preteen, air heads I’m gifted, provocative, I am the teen princess. I able to fuss, blush and rebel, I’m awkward, backward, I am Peppy long stocking; I’m all that! I am teen of the pack; I am not likely to turn back I am your commercial, billboard cover story Smarter than you can imagine, I am passionate, but a little old fashion, yet modern, bold and witty, Oh yes! I’m so ambitious, super delicious, super fly with an upbeat modernize Hollywood red carpet style I speak in a youthful way; that’s my urban thesaurus I am not curse, the curse that invades your privacy, sometimes, I am sluggish and  downright lazy? I am mommy baby and Daddy maybe However, I’m no wall flower
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
I amn't A Steam Pleat Teen
Benediction His hands only could fashion it take golden light make the perfect circle for earthen days it would display A halo a form of perfection it is pure a distinction for all to see all who walk under this ring lighter than Air a texture with an undeniable statement these are blessed love is told it is befitting and bold did I not Make the planets round together light and sound are ever bending the sun and moon are forever Mending by rays of warmth or the coolest glow tidal highs and lows from this all is growing It is the promise aflame marking time until they will be reordered for each of you a golden crown You are today renowned whatever your humble place might be you make the host of heaven smile All the while you follow my lowly path I left along the muddy Jordon or the Sea of Galilee in humanity’s Tide I asked you to abide through small acts you could as a whole defeat a mighty foe mend the tear and Pain of many lost souls darkness the great gulf between myself and them I arrayed you on many battle Fronts as truth and light not one enemy can stand when you exposé your hearts that bleeds for the Prisoners of the dark one your bleeding is the freeing and continued victory that was begun on Golgotha’s hill there I fulfilled the Fathers will sin encircled as with the crown of thorns that I wore The blood glistened but it was shouting you have the children’s hearts wrapped and held by thorns this Act and murderous intent will not stand in this single act of lying down in death all will forever be free Not by words that is the only half hearted way the enemy works but by total love that held nothing back You are to walk with me I go before and behind you are my sheep I didn’t seal it with a ring for your Finger but one for your head because all battles are won or lost in the mind yours is guarded by this Holy fire you are the only one that can remove it and walk away some have but the way is always open To return and will only end when I return and split the clouds of glory then all who are enemies will Be dealt with and know my wrath none are ever forced to walk and have these rights many sadly afflict their own souls and the great day Is near then the harvest will be gathered the golden grain to heaven the chaff for the burning.
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Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 12:35 PM UTC
Benediction
Benediction His hands only could fashion it take golden light make the perfect circle for earthen days it would display A halo a form of perfection it is pure a distinction for all to see all who walk under this ring lighter than Air a texture with an undeniable statement these are blessed love is told it is befitting and bold did I not Make the planets round together light and sound are ever bending the sun and moon are forever Mending by rays of warmth or the coolest glow tidal highs and lows from this all is growing It is the promise aflame marking time until they will be reordered for each of you a golden crown You are today renowned whatever your humble place might be you make the host of heaven smile All the while you follow my lowly path I left along the muddy Jordon or the Sea of Galilee in humanity’s Tide I asked you to abide through small acts you could as a whole defeat a mighty foe mend the tear and Pain of many lost souls darkness the great gulf between myself and them I arrayed you on many battle Fronts as truth and light not one enemy can stand when you exposé your hearts that bleeds for the Prisoners of the dark one your bleeding is the freeing and continued victory that was begun on Golgotha’s hill there I fulfilled the Fathers will sin encircled as with the crown of thorns that I wore The blood glistened but it was shouting you have the children’s hearts wrapped and held by thorns this Act and murderous intent will not stand in this single act of lying down in death all will forever be free Not by words that is the only half hearted way the enemy works but by total love that held nothing back You are to walk with me I go before and behind you are my sheep I didn’t seal it with a ring for your Finger but one for your head because all battles are won or lost in the mind yours is guarded by this Holy fire you are the only one that can remove it and walk away some have but the way is always open To return and will only end when I return and split the clouds of glory then all who are enemies will Be dealt with and know my wrath none are ever forced to walk and have these rights many sadly afflict their own souls and the great day Is near then the harvest will be gathered the golden grain to heaven the chaff for the burning.
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Dedicated to my dear friend Jordon Dinneen So many thoughts linger in my Atlantis mind. As many thoughts as all of the hairs on my head blanketing the overflowing ideas inside. Tangled around justification. One huge knot. A rope dangling from the ceiling. I am too weak to climb to the top of the raw splintery string stretching across the mile. No one will find the end. Reasons are meant to be tangled. Steady hands may not remove. Find a place on the gym floor, lie down, look up, ponder for a moment. Then, get up and walk away.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Over Not Under
fresh moonlight leaks from her mirror into the River Jordon
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Moonlight From Her Mirror
When water Springs from Your deep hands, It is reflection a of Our great past and We drink it freely, because It brings us life and It gives us hope, and It runs, in every direction So freely Like the River Jordon Down our shiny purple- black faces
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
When Water Springs From Your Hands