Amain I want to maneuver
Onward into her incandescent
Cloak, as the igneous smoke
That arises. Mine eye's art
Tired and crying; as I just
Want one fragment of her
Skin to feeleth. O' as a man
For I'm weak, as an extra-
mundane being mine thought's
Come out faster then mine
Word's canst speak. I wilt
Continueth not in the flesh,
For the flesh burdeneth the
Soul; though in patience
And spirit, ourn long-
Suffering shalt be made
As the finest of gold. O'
Loveliest Jane, thought
Of mine thinking's, red
In mine brain, How the
Day's and night's art
Long, though I wilt
Still continueth in
Glory for what
I do hath. In happy or
Sad, good and bad; I'll always look ahead.
To the morrow wherein mine frown wilt be laughter and the roses I shalt giveth thee wilt be of rose loving scent. O' soon mine tear's shalt be dried, and mine phantom wilt no longer be in rent.
As I giveth gratitude to ourn Potter who maketh all thing's new,
Who bringeth water, with droplet dew, who maketh bird's hath nest's, and babies hath homes, in places of peacefulness. O' if the morrow doth for some reason not arrive; I'll send thee an engravement on mount Malindang, With the ring that never
Made it to thee; and mine kisses to spell thy name.
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( pookie dedication)
I relish the best in you,
Endured the worst,
Now you're gone,
My love's dispersed.
The way of the Spirit is...
Love, the Spirit's essence;
Joy, the Spirit's song;
Peace, the Spirit's rest;
Longsuffering, the Spirit's patience;
Gentleness, the Spirit's touch;
Goodness, the Spirit's manner;
Faith, the Spirit's attitude;
Meekness, the Spirit's strength;
Temperance, the Spirit's control.
©1981 Michael S. Davis
A Commentary on Galatians 5:22-23
This love cure all the aches,
Replaced with surety.
Yearning and longing,
Are heightened each precious days,
Thirsty for your lips.
I hunger for you,
Your warmth and touch I dreamed of,
You, so close to me.
Played in my heart, mind and soul,
Each single moment.
Vision of future,
Lock fingers with you my love,
Conquering the evil.
Together with God,
Praying, praising Him always,
This love to exist.
These tears there'll be none,
Our love covers it with joy,
Pure and bona fide.
Oh thank God above,
For heaven inside our hearts,
Keeping us stronger.
No storm can vanquish,
No trials can separate,
Jointly, me and you,
Bonded for everlasting,
Brandon & Earl Jane.
with love <3 <3
© Earl Jane
Everything, the Fruit of the Spirit is.
I know it.
Seen you show it.
Temperance, you have it built in.
Meekness, is the humbleness of your heart.
Faith, you adapted to it to a tee.
The kingdom of Christ means a lot.
Everything, the Fruit of the Spirit is.
Your goodness comes from your caring soul.
You placed it, as everyone goal.
Your gentleness, shows in your kindness.
And when longsuffering comes to you.
You shows your patience in dealing with it.
I just know.
You are everything the Fruit of the Spirit is.
Ask to describe joy?
I point to you.
Even when simple words would do.
Quiet peace, is your ability to avoid conflicts.
Or let others get you caught up.
And since you love me unconditionally.
I know, you are love.
I see it in your eyes.
And feel it in your love.
Nine qualities that laws can't govern.
But others can apply.
with a soft touch and a blushing smile,
vibrant green creeps into the landscape.
the longsuffering trees,
whose limbs have long been heavy with snow,
finally stretch their arms into the warm air
as suggestive buds speckle their gnarled fingers.
the clouds swell with life, and the sun
glows stronger than ever before.
as their spidery roots drink voraciously
from the moist dirt, smirking daisies and
blooming tulips unfurl their alluring petals
and bask in the glorious yellow light.
the firm, unyielding ground is teeming
and bustling with a myriad of fauna,
unsteadily rubbing the remnants of slumber
from their bleary, squinting eyes.
the flat, chilly silence of winter
has been quelled by the lilting robin’s song.
and as the very earth herself wakens
from this melancholy hibernation,
i let go, and float down that euphoric wave called life.
Can't get it togther
My frenetic thoughts
But my Molasses-in-January responses
My dreadful fear and apprehension
My lack of motivation
And my struggle to use time wisely
You are my eye in the hurricane
My Help in the midst of the storm
You are my Refuge
Even though quite often
I practically give You
The middle finger
Oh, thank You for Your longsuffering
For Your mercy
For Your faithfulness
For Your belief in me to rise above
For my heart to keep beating
For my lungs to take in more air
You are my Hope
You are my Shield
You are my Light
You are my Song
You are my Source
You are Everything to me
But not just mine
There is plenty of You
To go around
To anyone who asks
And that is why You are
Above all that ever existed
Or was made by human hands
No lightly cawing jest now
but bird wheezle
from the filthy flying rags
darkened further by the lies
Spreading their fetid steaming rage
Across the hills
Across the dales
and down in the valley,
valley so low –
where the mocows cringe,
“Bright shining as the sun.”
“When we push this button we could blow up the world,”
But they pushed anyway
And pushed and pushed again
And they found Nature
to be longsuffering
but ignored her cries to “Stop!”
and Ignorant in their glee
they did not perceive their ends...
No Taps: only wind; then, silence.
Copyright © 2013 by John Russell; all rights reserved. No reproduction allowed in any manner whatsoever without permission.
Too many people in the world to let hate exist.
Just too many.
Don't matter the religious differences.
Which seem to be the center of conflicts.
Too many people in the world to let hate rule.
Just to many.
Don't matter what the politicians tells you?
Many kicks the poor.
Except scriptures states, they shall inherited the world.
And when you look around, they keep the world rotating.
If I'm not mistaken.
They are vital to the work force.
Rich just visit country clubs.
And speaks of profits and boast about their donation.
Without mentioning the tax write off.
Too many people in the world for love not to be pushed.
It's born first in all of us.
And is a strong force that many can't comprehend.
That without it.
We would be longsuffering without temperance.
Too many people in the world to not make our representatives do right.
If we just quit concentrating on things black or white.