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"prayerfully" poems
The leaves crunch underneath My bare feet that tread on a path Strange, ubiquitous and unique I looked up just in time to see The eyes of the trees staring back at me It was getting dark, I needed to find shelter quickly Before I ended up in some giant cats stomach quickly So i broke branches and bark and bound them together with the remains of parts from the crash A plane brought me here, and thankfully the fire didn't last I grabbed what I could, food, drinks, spare parts and some supplies Hopefully, prayerfully these meager items would allow me to survive. I didn't go too far away, as the crash was on the beach So I stuck to the trees above the wreckage and   above most predators eager to dine on me...
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
The ballad of the forest
Incorporeal wooing -- benighted brown study, slow to bleed, turning on its axis, wintergreen leaf in free fall, when all alone the butterfly escapes the killing jar, to parlously play along this dulcet bine, strumming crura, like Orlando to faire Rosalind in the Valley of Hinnom, "a hunger uncurbed by nature's calling," which prayerfully ascends, asking for cotyledon to appear by break of day/dream.
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
Valley of Hinnom
Time is my lover; my companion. She has revealed to me the sacred secrets of the world. Captivated by her beauty and insight I have become fascinated by her existence. I came to realize long ago, in the eons of my metamorphosis that she is the only one I can trust… I take solace in this. One cannot be led astray with love and time. The blossoms and lilies are blooming amongst the tightly packed soil of the terrene. I am efflorescing as well… Time has revealed this to me. My heart is a celestial body amongst celestial bodies, illuminating the darkness and chaos ravaging the Earth. I am a luminescent ruby shining red hot with passion; I have a fervor that shall not be diminished by the vitriol of a single malefactor. I am united in spirit and soul with The One whom has redeemed me from sin and death. My light is my hope; I have power when I am shining as brightly as the Sun. Epiphanies are ever present in this vicissitude of my life. I prayerfully await more growth beckoning me from just over the horizon. The Sun has beseeched me to sanctify His name through melodious song. I become less and less of a vestige as each sunset approaches. My spirit is my cocoon. I shall pray for more efflorescence as the Great Day approaches. My soul is flowering forth with ebullience and a deep tranquility that no one can take away from me. I shall rest my faith in my cognizance of the might I possess. Today is my rebirth and the Phoenix has bestowed upon me its benediction. To have newfound life breathed into your nostrils; words cannot express the jubilation, the ecstasy that has arisen in my soul as a result of this. I have been fortified and from this day forth, I shall no longer relinquish my right to joy and prosperity. May the Lord of Blissful Joy awaken in you also, the cognizance of the might you possess. -Amen- By, Iridescently Efflorescent
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Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
Mother Time (Lovely Efflorescence)(Written August 8th, 2012)
Time is my lover; my companion. She has revealed to me the sacred secrets of the world. Captivated by her beauty and insight I have become fascinated by her existence. I came to realize long ago, in the eons of my metamorphosis that she is the only one I can trust… I take solace in this. One cannot be led astray with love and time. The blossoms and lilies are blooming amongst the tightly packed soil of the terrene. I am efflorescing as well… Time has revealed this to me. My heart is a celestial body amongst celestial bodies, illuminating the darkness and chaos ravaging the Earth. I am a luminescent ruby shining red hot with passion; I have a fervor that shall not be diminished by the vitriol of a single malefactor. I am united in spirit and soul with The One whom has redeemed me from sin and death. My light is my hope; I have power when I am shining as brightly as the Sun. Epiphanies are ever present in this vicissitude of my life. I prayerfully await more growth beckoning me from just over the horizon. The Sun has beseeched me to sanctify His name through melodious song. I become less and less of a vestige as each sunset approaches. My spirit is my cocoon. I shall pray for more efflorescence as the Great Day approaches. My soul is flowering forth with ebullience and a deep tranquility that no one can take away from me. I shall rest my faith in my cognizance of the might I possess. Today is my rebirth and the Phoenix has bestowed upon me its benediction. To have newfound life breathed into your nostrils; words cannot express the jubilation, the ecstasy that has arisen in my soul as a result of this. I have been fortified and from this day forth, I shall no longer relinquish my right to joy and prosperity. May the Lord of Blissful Joy awaken in you also, the cognizance of the might you possess. -Amen- By, Iridescently Efflorescent
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Alas, Wonder Child Born in the stable Of my soul Father God, I surrender Giving You all control Jesus is my Savior Now and forever more The Prince of Peace, The Mighty God, The wonderful Counselor I do adore My child is my soul I must give to thy Father Complete control I must follow His plan Prayerfully trusting Him For He knows I Do not always understand When I feel lost Depletion of my soul I must go back to The Lord's Prayer Give Him control He will deliver me from Evil and sooth my soul
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
SOUL SOOTHING
Though Life can be extremely difficult and experiences can deeply traumatize us, we can learn to control how we respond - as demonstrated by our Lord, Christ Jesus. For He alone is the hope of our glory; when we show genuine, jubilant enthusiasm, we naturally exhibit that “God is within”; thus, we’re able… to bridge sin’s chasm. This separation from God can be overcome with daily prayer and faith’s resilience. Become intimate with your “Identity in Christ” and continue to reflect the Kingdom’s brilliance. Having energetic and vibrant attitudes, we see more opportunities brought to our door. Via God’s Love and abundance principles, His blessings upon us… continue to pour. Remember! We’re blessed to be a blessing; prayerfully develop your mission’s vision. Search for personal solutions within The Word, while reducing the likelihood of… bad decisions. Author Notes: Loosely based on: Col 3:18-25; Eph 6:4-9 Enthusiasm is defined from a combination of Greek words: “Theos” means God, while the other two words are “En-Tae”, which implies within. So enthusiasm actually means the “God Within.” It is the shining source of goodness and respect for one’s self and others. Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513 By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
Poem: God Within
Her eyes matched her hair, and she watched me sit down there, at a small table. There were two black tables small, with four chairs each, her eyes shut, she slept. Her phone at her elbow, tension, burdened ****** features, i prayed. I left her, I walked out, found a man bent over, a humble posture At peace, bent head covered, his tobacco stained fingers laced, prayerfully. He was a blue jean Jesus, beard bore the same stains as his rough hewn hands. I passed by briskly and did not look him in the eye, walked down the street. The blonde pole dancer next caught my eye, she wore short shorts that bared her thigh. Her habit called, the street she knew, "No Fear, Little Sleep, and Need of Prayer"
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Long Streets have Longer Names
The angel's nose is in the dirt. His sacrifice apparently saving us to our grief. He lies there broken for us, prayerfully still, there for the sake of the children, for the sake of decorum, protecting us from the accidental, from the potential risk of an angelic fall crushing the griever as they stoop to place their flowers. My sister chose the flower arrangement from the top table of her daughter's wedding where the fallen should have been and perhaps could have stood giving a heart-felt and gently humorous speech, offered a toast to beauty and happiness, but instead lies emotionless in the dirt.
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Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 11:25 AM UTC
Hanwell cemetery has an angel in the dirt
Like Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 Scherzo You had a different movement with a passage of light that danced around my aura Left me in an anagnorisis state; a realization. Once so obscure so ambiguous, now became more clear The idea of you leaves me floating in euphoria I used to like when you were mysterious But as I grow As we grow I realize that nothing is more exceptional Then having the ability to easily read into your heart and mind I yearned for your motives to become more visible Because my attraction to an abnormal union changed I now wanted love that was a bit more traditional, If you get what I'm saying. But even if you don't, that's okay It's just that I've never felt this way Living completely immersed in our harmonious fusion of love Blessed that our paths crossed leaves me with yet another reason to prayerfully thank Him above.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
To know again.
in my hands I hold the remains of a gift once freely given and received unprotestingly this gift, the only thing worth giving. pure, whole. the only thing to offer. given willingly, prayerfully, trustingly. it was meant to be cherished respected, protected. nurtured and grown. then my trust was betrayed, broken, abandoned now I feel I can never, ever let someone promise to cherish and protect me for now I find that all that remains, are remains JCM 2013 ©
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
In my hands
This is my mission statement: To help those who have no hope to understand that there is hope, to help others to know that their lives have purpose and value. Hopefully, prayerfully, my writings reflect this.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
My Mission Statement in Life
Satan is a defeated foe although he continues to fight - For we are more than conquerors, as soldiers in God's army of Light. His earthly authority has been weakened since Christ now possesses the keys of Death and Hell; so we're to prayerfully "stand in the gap" as we in His Presence strive to dwell. Our lasting Hope is embodied by Christ alone; He died to prove His Love as a friend. Willingly and sacrificially He laid down His Life and invited us to a Kingdom that never ends. Our standing in Heaven for eternity will be forever reflective of... Final Victory. Author Note: Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 5:51 AM UTC
Poem: Lasting Hope (sequel to New Age Spirituality)
A life after death prayerfully sought in churches — Mushrooms in tree stumps
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 1:31 PM UTC
Haiku resurrection
A giver is someone who devotes himself completely Someone who gives of himself and resources freely Not looking for or wanting nothing in return Not even accolades is something that he yearns A giver A giver of your time Time is the movement from past, to present, to future It’s nothing that we can take back or something that you can capture Once time is given, it is gone Once time is gone, it cannot be given A giver A giver of your talents Talents that you may not think that add up to be The leader that God put in you and the leader that we see. We know that talents can take you to a place But it is your character that allows you to stay. A giver A giver of your wisdom Wisdom that is beyond your years But during that time you have learned plenty Discipline, love, correction, encouragement, and humility Focus on the mission and not the condition Prayerfully you live by that every day, Giving is not only what you do But giving is also what makes you...you. Written by: Luwarner T. Moore - 07/14/2015
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
A Giver
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa parading par excellent paragon parent (parenthetically parochial particularly partisan) parvenu passive, passionately paternalistically patient, paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist, perceptive, perennially perky, permissively persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy, playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy, poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular, positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist, praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly preponderant, presently president, prestigiously prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine, privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative, prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable, progressively prominant, promisingly prompt, prophetically propitious, prospectively protective, proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant, punctilious, punctually purposeful.
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
My current mission is at hand; to fly away to foreign land. Today is the day of my ****** flight, In which I will soar to an unfathomable height. Away from all that I have known. A journey I must attempt alone. To gods of space and time I send a desperate plea... Allow me passage through your ancient realms; please grant your mercy to me. This mission must come to fruition, Regardless of my final outcome or condition. As on darkened wings I begin my ascent, To wherever this willing spirit shall be sent. Till ultimately I will prayerfully discover, The most obscure secrets of earth and self, that I am gifted to uncover. -by Mercurychyld Copyrights
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
~ MAIDEN FLIGHT ~
A book of poetry is a prayer book Your Daily Office of verses and lines Attended prayerfully if possible But, yes, attended in any event Wavell’s Flowers for your next deployment Young Yevtushenko for the bus commute Or a little volume of Pushkin pushed Into a pocket past your pocketknife Beginning with Matins, and all through your day Make the blessings of poetry part of your Way
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Your Liturgy of the Hours
the shadow follows me around some good intentions overcome and the shadow rises triumphant while I admit my weakness vowing to do better next time keep the shadow at bay do not allow it entrance and prayerfully ask for the help I need.
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
in a world of shadows