There is a tree that brings you life, That takes your worries, takes your strife. A tree that’s known by many names, Forgives your sin and takes your blames. The tree that’s in Golgotha set, That takes away all we regret. And that’s the only tree of life, The one that sorts your afterlife. I …
Golden trees of many a hue Crisp cold mornings, skys so blue Awake, awake oh winters frost Pretending now that summers lost The wind is up, to quite a squall As summer transitions to into fall. - Not over yet, it’s only near We’re hardly through another year September comes, October goes We long so …
The owl ceases his haunting hoot, Fluffs his feathers to sleep, Locking in the heat, His day is done. The dim light of dawn rises over a misty morn, Stars gently fade to nothing Returning in the dullness of evening, Switching on in a sequence known only to their maker. Passerine birds awake the dawn. Robins …
Not one of my better missives or even near to good. But try to enjoy. All CONSTRUCTIVE criticism welcome. August comes from the Latin word augustus, meaning "consecrated" or "venerable," which in turn is related to the Latin augur, meaning "consecrated by augury" or "auspicious." In 8 B.C. the Roman Senate honored Augustus Caesar, the first …
I don't normally write rap, but this is my first attempt. I hope you like it. If white was black and black was white,If light was dark and dark was light,How different the world would be.Not only for you, but also for me. But what if colour did not exist.No such thing as a white …
There are too many truths here not to reblog.
Picture is Connecticut 10th grader Sarah Harrison's Doodle, "A Peaceful Future" Who is my neighbour, do they live next door?What if they’re ugly, or drunk or a whore?What if they really are just not like us?Quiet, refined, not making a fuss. Who is my neighbour? Not just in my street,Surely my neighbour is all whom …
Did the elders not seek your face?
Did they not pray out loud to you?
Did they not wait upon you
And seek your guidance?
Did we not fast and pray
To do your good pleasure?
Late into the night
To seek your true guidance?
Did we not take your precepts to the people?
Did we not tell them the word from the Lord?
Then why oh Lord have they not heard?
Why Oh Lord do they not listen to your truths?
Are we like prophets of old?
Despised in our own house.
For You will withdraw Your blessing,
From a house divided against itself.
When they say, oh Lord,
We do not like the style of worship,
Did they ask you?
Did they really seek your face?
When they say Lord,
We do not like the drums
We do not like the cymbals
Do they argue with your Psalms?
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I've unpublished this poem twice now, basically because I think it's not to my usual standard. But I've republished, yet again, despite my misgivings. Me and me mates are on the town, And in the corner shop We want illicit booze to buy, but the cashier, he shouts “STOP!” “Before you purchase this or that, …
