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New poetry submitted by others for your enjoyment... There it hangs with just a “tilt”. A mirror of man’s souls, Ridden with guilt. A shadowed cross, A background of brown. A crucified man, With thorns for a crown. Beyond the head, a Golden orb. His flanks, display gashes, From Caesar’s mighty sword. Blood teared eyes, Raised forth to the sky. A silent prayer that utters still, “Forgive them, They know not why.” On the wall, I straighten the “tilt”. In a house…..The Good Lord built. by my friend, Hamp Nichols This Much The sun was warm on the grass of green The birds were singing gay A lady sat at her spinning wheel, And she watched her Child at play. A gentle, handsome Child was He This Child who had just turned three Whose greatest joy and thrill right now Was to climb the highest tree. "How much do you love me?" His mother asked Of this Child out playing so free. "This much!" He cried, with His arms outstretched And He ran quickly to her knee. The years have passed, and this Child has grown, He's strong and handsome still, But the tree He loved to climb so much He's just carried to Calvary's hill. His mother kneels, and I see her tears Falling silently one by one. I'm sure she feels each hammer blow As they crucify her Son. "How much do you love me," the world has asked Of this Man now crucified "I love you this much," with His arms outstretched And bowed His head and died. Author Unknown The Ticket Tears of gratitude Filled saddened eyes. The little boy was So surprised. He opened the mail, And there it was! A plane ticket - Caused a buzz. He packed his bag With Mama's aid. And, oh the plans His mind made! In the airplane He was amazed; His fingers to the Window grazed. Then he landed - And saw the one Who sent the gift; Came undone. The plans he made : Soon forgotten. He ran to her - Hugged cotton. The Christmas tree Was everything He could've dreamed - Tears did sting. Then underneath The tree he saw A gift for him - Slackened jaw. T'was then he smiled Eyes filled with glee He reached down on Bended knee... Norma Budden aka Poetry Princess Copyright Dec. 10, 2006 The News Night falls fast around me. Snow swirls 'round the ground. Leaves had fallen months ago. Wind makes a whistling sound. Sitting near a blazing fire Remembering yesterday - A time so filled with promise Now, my heart feels dismay. Blankets wrapped 'round me, Tears trickling down my chin, I gaze into flickering flames Wondering how you've been. So long since I've held you, Since I've felt your touch. I miss you so much, darling. I love you very, very much. When will you return to me? When will we embrace? When will this war be over? When will I see your face? Dozing in my rocking chair, Thoughts swirling as the snow, Awakening to my sister Saying, "It's time to go!" She handed me the paper. I read the news and stood. Turned to kneel beside my chair, Did the only thing I could. "It seems the war is over. The troops are coming home. Thank you, Lord, for soldiers Who, for now, won't have to roam. "My husband is among them. Joy courses through my soul. My girl will meet her daddy. She's already three years old." Rising from my knees, I stood, Heart still bowed in prayer. Feeling blessed and thankful So happy to be here... But while in happiness I glow, For others, today brings pain. I shall always be reminded Of the freedom I have gained. By Norma Budden aka Poetry Princess November 23, 2006 You are my witnesses "But you are my witnesses." God's Decree. "You're my handpicked servant So that you'll come to know and trust me, understand both that I am and who I am. Previous to me there was no such thing as a god, nor will there be after me. I, yes I, am God. I'm the only Savior there is. I spoke, I saved, I told you what existed long before these upstart gods appeared on the scene. And you know it, you're my witnesses, you're the evidence." God's Decree. "Yes, I am God. I've always been God and I always will be God. No one can take anything from me. I make; who can unmake it?" Isaiah 43:10-13 The Message My Friend: My friend, I stand in judgment now, And feel that you are to blame somehow. On earth I walked with you day by day, And never did you point the way. You knew the Lord in truth and glory, But never did you tell the story. My knowledge then was very dim, You could have led me safe to Him. Though we lived together here on earth, You never told me of the second birth. And now I stand this day condemned, Because you failed to mention Him. You taught me many things, that’s true, I called you “friend”, and trusted you. But I learn now that it’s too late, And you could have kept me from this fate. We walked by day and talked by night, And yet you showed me not the light. You let me live, and love, and die, You knew I’d never live on high. Yes, I called you friend in life, And trusted you through joy and strife. And yet, on coming to this dreadful end, I cannot now call you “My Friend.” submitted anonymously Here I sit at the computer...thinking... Soul's Song Inside my soul Emotions swirl - Some are visible; Others, hidden. My cup is full, E'en overflowing - With love and joy Despite my pain. I see you smile. It warms my heart. So much to give; So much to say. My heart was full Yet, you came along. You're part of me. You're in my soul. Norma Budden aka Poetry Princess October 25, 2006 Appreciation is a form of art; some people have the knack, while others appear to be far removed from it. -Norma Budden In love with love Is what I am. For love I'd do Anything I can. I'd send a photo. I'd bend an ear. I'd offer hugs. I'd share a tear. Whether I live Near or far, Love would be Like a star. It would shine Clear and bright And take me thru' The longest night. Love would then Shine like the sun. It stays around Tho' night is gone. In love with love Is what I am. For love I'd do Anything I can. Norma Budden aka Poetry Princess October 24, 2006 Soul's Quake Oh, my soul Cries out with glee! So glad you came And rescued me. From life's pain And from myself - Feelings no longer Bereft on a shelf. Now, they're shared - The kindling we make. When I look at you My soul does quake. By Norma Budden aka Poetry Princess Oct. 29, 2006 You have my permission to post the following poems, by Rev. Sarah Lynn McCoy Today I Learned How To Cry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`` Today I learned how to cry wondering just the how and why I dont really want to cry but it comes just the same by and by. Was it really today, or was it yesterday when things seemed so much easier Today I learned how to laugh making jokes to soothe my tears Trying to make others think am fine even when I am just full of fears Today I learned how to pray I sent out a S O S Just to see how far it would go, wondering if someone would actually respond to my MayDay. Today I got an answer to my question why My prayer got answered not sure how it was answered, yet know I no longer cry. ------------------------------------------------------- The Storm ~~~~~~~~~ As I was sitting outside one hot sultry summers' day The clouds started rolling in like the billowing smoke from the chimney on a cold winters night turning the daylight into night. The wind began to blow the trees began to sway as the clouds came rolling in The thunder was very loud as the lightening streaked the sky It was so beautiful yet scary at the same time. as the clouds came rolling in Soon it began to rain, pouring down very hard I soon found myself headed indoors, still watching the lightening streaking through the clouds boom crash, went the thunder as the clouds kept rolling in. Just about as soon as I was indoors and safe within my room The storm ended and the sun began to shine turning the darkness back in to daylight There was a nice calm and freshness in the air as the birds started to sing ______________________ |
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