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Thursday, 23 September 2021

Fruitful to be

My soul, my Lord, is pleasure found
in tastes few, and all around.
My soul, my Lord, goes not to waste.
I cherish it. It is my taste.

And in the autumn mist and grief,
a berry set to make belief,
delicious, fragile, and so sweet,
encourages, called love and treat.

Forbidden fruit will be the young,
the fancy one to look and throng.
It is by fall we get it right.
We get it what is really might.

From being young I vanished too,
and made my grade in subjects few.
Though, what I am is never mind.
That berry, to me, is just kind.

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A link to this poem is posted on the blog hop of dVerse Poetshere.

Friday, 17 September 2021

By Now I Am in Love

I See The Drawing I Just Made.
The Girl I Made To Hit The Grade.
The Girl was What I Tried To Glove.
By Now, My Lord, I Am in Love.

A Year for Many, Making Her
Was To Let Missing Link Occur,
As If to Hawk She Was The Dove.
By Now, My Lord, I Am in Love.

Desire Was Not Lacking When
I Drew Her Face, And Always Then
Proportions Were Not from Above.
By Now, My Lord, I Am in Love.

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Fidelity I Praise

There Are So Many Smooth Appears,
So Many Creatures Matching Fears.
A Way of Man Is What Such Raise.
Fidelity, My Lord, I Praise.

There Are So Many Needs of Rule,
So many Ways To Be A Fool.
Such Will, They Say, One Cannot Chase.
Fidelity, My Lord, I Praise.

There Are So Many Offerings,
So Many Lame Beginnings!
So Little Courage To Find Place …
Fidelity, My Lord, I Praise.

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Sunday, 12 September 2021

The Child - My Lord

A Boy of Five Laid at My Door
A Stick He Had And Had Cared for.
He had Removed The Bark All through.
The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue.

I Took It Up And Made It Clean,
for Him And Any To Be Seen,
And For To Show What Children Do.
The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue.

The First of All, That Boy Me Showed,
The Pointing Stick, was, To Be Owed,
Was What He Made, That Little New.
The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue.

I Made A Ladder of That Thing
He Found it Fit to Me To Bring.
I Thought, Man Needs A Table Too.
The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue.

And It Took Off, by Senses, Which
The Adult Had, on Seconds Rich.
The Stick He Made My Made A View.
The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue.

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The Child Belongs To Thee

A Sudden Cry, Immediate
Response To Not Appropriate,
I See The Child In Tears, On Knee.
The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee.

A Sudden Smile, in Gratitude
To Being Void Solicitude,
I See The Child About To Be.
The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee.

A Reason Why Explained in Awe
To Being Rather Than By Law,
I See A Child, So Sweet And Free.
The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee.

Above It All, I See A Face
Not Occupied With Being Ace,
Though Life Affording, One to We.
The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee.

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Above It All Thou Stand

The Ocean Wet And Open Wide,
The Sea Possessed on Any Side,
There on The Beach One Fears To Strand.
Above It All, My Lord, Thou Stand.

The Walks We Do on Our Feet,
Above It There Is Closure Sweet,
And Not To Live By Is The Hand.
Above It All, My Lord, Thou Stand.

The Heart And Mind Not Hard To Find
In Any Posture Being Kind,
The Thinking Twice To Man is Grand.
Above It All, My Lord, Thou Stand.

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Saturday, 11 September 2021

Thy Charity Did Well

By Peoples' Hatred I was Set
Apart from All for Pain To Get.
Most Were Unfriendly, I Could Tell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

Intrusion And Surveillance Came
To Be My Life, It All The Same
What People Said, When Done, Misspell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

As Hypnotized I Had No Chance
To Meet The Threat, My Luck Enhance.
In No Insurance I Could Dwell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

As Microchips And Energy
Did Work, No Help in Allergy,
The Madness Me Befell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Pain Inflicted, Always Guard
I Had To Be With Silence Barred.
I Could Expect The Worst of Hell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Ruining My Home, My Place,
The Devils Let Me Sadness Face.
By Hounding There Was No Farewell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Poison I Was Sought Made Weak,
And Alcohol I Had To Seek.
As Broke I Had A Parallel.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Cameras Put In My Home,
And Noise, My Ceiling Not A Dome,
My Whereabouts Were Personnel.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Planted Evidence, My House
Became The Whereabouts for Mouse.
I Raged, Though Could Not Quell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Lies And Acting Always Met
I Could Not Ever Notice Get.
They Wanted Me To Be Rebel.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

Thou Took My Hand, Thou Eased My Mind
And Gave, for Me To Pleasure Find
in Art And in Art Safely Dwell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

I Came To Be Thy Muse, Thy Girl,
Afraid, Perhaps, Though Still, As Pearl,
Thy Conscience, Not Quite As Shell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

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Friday, 10 September 2021

We show face

The problem of the earth is Afghanistan. I have stated that, and aI repead it: The worry of the people of Afghanistan is what the world is terrorized by. Those people are proud, and those people have influence. We are speaking of Syrian refugees, for instance. And what those people stand for must be fought. The West is flirting with the ideas. And aI am a victim. Though, burchas. What the heck. And islamic rule. Who are you, lissom? One has to take a stand. And the point is womanhood. It must be destroyed, what Afghanistan is. The Russians tried. And failed. The Americans tried. And failed. What needs to be done, is destruction. Total destruction. By air planes and missiles. If the woman cannot be in authority, the son of man becomes a failure, This is the evilness of times. There should be no mercy killing what islamic shit is.

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Life Thou Art

I Take A Walk Down To The Spot
Where Goods Are Sold And Cheers Are Got.
I Think of Value To Afford.
The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord.

Along The Way I See A Child,
A Playful Being, Pretty Wild.
I Think of Being Not Aboard.
The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord.

And Further Down The Street I See
A Woman Giving Smiles To Me.
I Think Of Being on Accord.
The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord.

And Finally I Reach The Place.
The Will and Want of Life I face,
And No Place This Spot Is for Horde.
The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord.

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I Give My Praise

There Is So Much To Think About,
of What Makes Proud And What Makes Stout.
Though, More Than Anything Is Graze.
To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise.

One Can Be Sheep, One Can Be Goat.
Though, Up Or Down Goes Life Of Throat.
It Is A Question of To Face.
To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise.

It Is A Dream, To Make It So
That Life On Earth Will Truly Go.
Though, If, The Being Valued Ways.
To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise.

One Cannot Paradise Arrange.
When Life Is Ending, One Will Change.
The Christian, Lord, Thou Will Amaze.
To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise.

Though, We Can Make Up What To Save,
And Let Life Be What Spirit Gave.
Let Life on Earth The Good Tracks Trace.
To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise.

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Monday, 6 September 2021

I Did It Just For Thou

I Made The Bible, So To Say,
By Mother Tongue A Certain way.
I made An Effort, Answered Call.
I Did It all for Thou, My Lord.

I Planned on Being Published, So
That People Saw The Way To Go.
By Making It I Would Win All.
I Did It Just for Thou, My Lord.

I Never Found In Life Success.
Not Ready People Were To Bless.
I Was To High, I Was Too Tall.
I Did It Just For Thou, My Lord.

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By Thee - My Lord

In Any Horror Given Me,
A Christian I am set to be,
As Christian I Am Appertained.
By Thee, My Lord, I am Explained.

By Any Dress and Any Gown,
By Any Goal I Call My Own,
The Christian Soul Is What Is Gained.
By Thee, My Lord, I Am Explained.

In Any Life Come To Be Mine,
As Tensed And Angry, Or As Fine,
The Rainbow Glory Is Sustained.
By Thee, My Lord, I am Explained.

Receive My Gratefulness, My Lord.
I Do Not Think I Life Afford.
In Life I Never Life Obtained.
By Thee, My Lord, I Am Explained.

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In Praise of Thee

There Are So Many Powers Made,
of Height And Length, And All of Grade.
Allowed Are Seldom Acts of Love
in Praise of Thee, My Head above.

So Many Powers on The Earth
Are Made And Done To Be of Worth,
Are Made To Be for One To Know
in Praise of Thee, My Head above.

Exams And Tests for Groupies Set,
for in Those Hordes To Be The best,
for by Those Hordes To Make Bestow
in Praise of Thee, My Head above.

As Values All Are Counted for,
The Powers, Pupils – All Adore
The Way To Be, The Way To Grow
in Praise of Thee, My Head above.

One Should Exchange The Norm with Song,
And in The Choir Be Among.
Then on The Earth there Would Be Glow
in Praise of Thee, My Head above.

No Act of Love, No Way To Go
Can Ever Be Sufficient so
That It Explains The Hawk, The Dove,
in Praise of Thee, My Head above.

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Sunday, 5 September 2021

Shaken - not stirred

I make myself a better bed
and have no thought for love or wed.
The power of my enemy
is shamelessness and pandemi.

I look ahead, to peace and love
not to put forth, though to be of,
and let my bed be dirty made.
At least my bed is not by grade.

I look ahead, to better times,
not made to be by guilt and crimes.
My bed sheets hide a dirty look.
As any job I undertook.

I mark my words, I mark my bed,
to show there should be joy instead,
and think of values not to keep.
To go for, is a good night's sleep.

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In Honour of Thy Grace

Together, There Is Calling Got,
for Some To Be, To Be A Lot,
And Not to Leave without A Trace.
My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace.

Together, There Is Mercy Won,
by Knowledge of The Being one,
by Knowledge of The Thing to Face.
My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace.

Together, We Are Not Alone
And Must Not Face on Our Own
The Deck of Cards as One or Ace.
My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace.

As One By One Some Hit The Grade,
And Horror of It All Is Made.
By Language, Though, One Has A Place.
My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace.

As One Among A Seldom Thing
Is Made, And That Is Life To Bring.
The Rule Should Want, That Is The Case.
My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace.

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Love of Christ

Thanks to the Lord I have no fear
of failing when I do appear.
Thanks to the Lord I lucky am
in every test and all exam.

Thanks to the Lord a smile to give
I have to all about to live.
And thanks to me, the Lord is great,
and more, not subject to debate.

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Friday, 3 September 2021

Way to go

Keep flying, little song bird!
Do fly, and let your song be heard.
Your pride is not unheard of.
The atmosphere you fill with love.

May any man to your height stretch,
may any man the gladness fetch.
Your beauty is to make one's day.
Do fly, do sing, and show the way.

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