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"A Prayer For Help"
June 05, 2014 04:13 AM PDT

Now I sit me down in school
Where Praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites
It violates the bill of rights.
and anytime my head I bow
It becomes a federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange, or green
It's no offense; it’s a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a SERIOUS vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate
For God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks
Pierce our noses, tongues, and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but first the Bible
To Quote the Good Book made my liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen
And the "unwed daddy" our Senior King.
It's inappropriate to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such judgments don't belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires, and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God can reach this crowd.
It's scary here, I must confess,
Where chaos reigns, this school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make...
Should I be shot, my soul please take.

Author: Patricia (Me)

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Digging Potatoes, Sebago, Maine
June 05, 2014 04:09 AM PDT

Summer squash and snap-beans gushed
all August, tomatoes in a steady splutter

through September. But by October’s
last straggling days, almost everything

in the garden was stripped, picked,
decayed. A few dawdlers:

some forgotten carrots, ornate
with worm-trail tracery, parsley parched

a patchy faded beige. The dead leaves
of potato plants, defeated and panting,

their shriveled dingy tongues
crumbling into the mud.

You have to guess where.
The leaves migrate to trick you. Pretend
you’re sure, thrust the trowel straight in,
hear the steel strike stone, hear the song
of their collision—this land is littered
with granite. Your blade emerges
with a mob of them, tawny freckled knobs,
an earthworm curling over one like a tentacle.
I always want to clean them with my tongue,
to taste in this dark mud, in its sparkled scatter
of mica and stone chips, its soft genealogy
of birch bark and fiddleheads, something

that means place, that says here,
with all its crags and sticky pines,

its silent stubborn brambles. This
is my wine tasting. It’s there,

in the potatoes: a sharp slice with a different blade
imparts a little milky blood, and I can almost

smell it. Ferns furling. Barns rotting.
Even after baking, I can almost taste the grit.

Amy E. King

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I Am Not Yours
June 05, 2014 04:07 AM PDT

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

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Death Anniversary Poem
June 05, 2014 04:04 AM PDT

I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too,

I think of you in silence I often speak your name
All I have are memories and your picture in a frame

Your memory is my keepsake with which I'll never part
God has you in His keeping I have you in my heart.

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To My Mother
June 05, 2014 04:02 AM PDT
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You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall...
evanescent as the reflection of a
white swan
shimmering in broken water.

- Lola Ridge, 1873

Best mothers day poems: http://www.poemsclub.com/mothers-day-poems/mothers-day-poems-from-son

Christmas is nearly upon us
August 06, 2013 05:12 AM PDT

“Christmas is the time of year to reflect with thoughtful prayer,….
to cast aside of all bad thought and habits you expressed throughout the year.
We can all join together to celebrate jesus birth,….a renewal and beginning right here on planet earth.

Jesus left all of us a messagage while here on earth,to love,to care.
his words were ever simple,plain and so very,very clear:
“Be kind to one another throughout the coming year”.

Christmas is the time of year to spend with the young and old, the needy, greedy and the poor.a time to love,a time to share.
let us all spread our love around with all our heart and soul,….
for the love of your neighbor should never turn so cold.

Songs of Christmas carols fill the nightime air,….family and friends
gather round the fireplace drinking egg nog and cider without a worry
or a care,…. a time to love, a time to share.
Chestnuts roasting on the stove, mistletoe strung over every door.
the noisy sounds of slay are so difficult to ignore,….ringing out so
loudly,they spread vibrations throughout the creaking floor.”

Attending morning service in our house of worse-ship, singing hymns
and prayers of thanks,….as children in nearby parks and playgrounds
play games and harmless pranks.Turkey cooking in the oven,children
playing with their new found toys,…..what a thrill and pleasure to
see all the happy and smiling faces on all the little girls and boys.”

Source: Christmas Is Nearly Upon Us - Christmas Poems http://www.poemsclub.com/christmas-is-nearly-upon-us.html#ixzz2bBrUdi00

Easter Love
August 06, 2013 05:10 AM PDT
On Easter we celebrate love, love coming down from heaven, love blanketing the earth in a transforming embrace; unique and infinite love, giving more than we can imagine for us, to cleanse our sin, a perfect sacrifice, Lamb of God, the walking, talking Word. He is teacher, role model, friend, this God in human form, dying, then rising from the dead, proving all who believe will also rise to have eternal life, with Him, Lord of all. Oh, Happy, Happy Easter! By Joanna Fuchs Easter Means Eternal Life A perfect God demands a perfect justice; He cannot let us get away with sin. We used God’s gift of our free will to trespass, So heaven’s gates were closed; we couldn’t get in. Our sin required our blood, a sacrifice, To atone for all the wrongs that we had done. "But I love them!" cried our Father, filled with sorrow; "I’ll send my only Son to be the one." Good Friday marks the slaying of our Jesus, The unblemished lamb, the perfect sacrifice. He took our guilt and blame upon Himself, So we could be with Him in paradise. On Easter morning, he came back from death; He vanished from the tomb, the empty grave. His resurrection means eternal life For us, the ones he came to earth to save. This summarizes all the Easter story And because of it, we’ll be with Him in glory. By Joanna Fuchs easter poems
Christmas is Here
August 06, 2013 05:06 AM PDT
Christmas is here Christmas is here Christmas we waited All this year. Christmas is joy Christmas is joy Under the tree Is an all new toy. Christmas is hope Christmas is hope Let us all skip The spinning rope. Christmas is peace Christmas is peace It always comes With amazing grace. Christmas is light Christmas is light Streets and homes are Shiny and bright. Christmas is here Christmas is here Bringing everybody Near and dear. christmas poems Christmas Comes Christmas comes with children singing, Christmas comes with sleigh bells ringing, Christmas comes with frosty nights, Christmas comes with snowball fights. Christmas comes with Santa Claus, Christmas comes with snowy floors, Christmas comes with robins and reindeer, Chsitmas comes with a hearty cheer. Christmas comes with gold, frankincense and myrrh, Christmas comes with Jesus' birth, Christmas comes with angels from afar, Christmas comes with a wondrous star. Christmas comes now, at last, Christmas comes, like in the past, Christmas comes after such a long wait, Christmas comes and it will be great.
Episode 17
July 18, 2013 01:56 AM PDT

I sit alone thinking of you
and all the things we’ve both been through
You are my soul mate, my very best friend
and I know you’ll be there until the end

Your shoulder to cry on will soon be gone
who will be there when something is wrong
When times are tough you’re always there
It shows me just how much you care

Although were going separate ways
you’re in my heart till my final days
Nothing can make a person see
how special a friend you are to me

I dreamed of a friend just like you
and finally my dream came true
Nothing else could ever fulfill
everything you’re friendship will

You understand a side of me
that no one else could ever see
You know whats wrong before i cry
but if I do, you will always know why

A friend like you is hard to find
you put my problems all behind
You were there when no one cared
the best times were the ones we shared

We’ve been together through good and bad
you made me laugh when i was sad
And no one else could ever be
as good of a friend you are to me

Our time together is wilting away
more and more everyday
But now until the very end
you’ll always be my special friend.

Source: http://www.poemsclub.com/friendship-poems
Sexy Ladies
January 26, 2013 05:46 AM PST

Sometimes when they touch me, they pass me the signal. And I get bursting, thinking like a criminal. Their riggling booties, make my 'down-south' turn tropical. With body so sexy, they make a bad guy get cynical. They make a good guy go freaky And do something unbibilical. The problems they cause, is no doubt in multiples. If I were ready, we both would've gotten physical. But I'm just shaky 'cause the whole thing seems so inimical.
Freewill Amon

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