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 Aug 2016
SøułSurvivør
Blessed is the man
who does not take offense
I'm speaking in the present tense
There is no sitting on the fence
This poem will now take me hence...

An offense will make us stumble
Forget the bluster and the bumble
Our defense will surely crumble
In all things we must be humble

When we see another's error
Are we really all the fairer?
Look Within it will be clearer
Are we looking in a mirror?

When we see reflection's bust
Do we see lines? Perhaps some crust?
Being honest is a must!
What have we done
that WE can't trust?

True of the bird as well the bee
We are all one cloth you see!
Self-assessment makes you free!

This is true humility.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/23/2016
Yes. I could learn the lesson in this, too.
We're always learning always growing.
Let's stop fighting and look at ourselves.

1 Corinthians 13

I won't be reposting for a while. I want this poem to stay at the top of my site.
Thanks for understanding.

LOVE YOU *ALL*!!!

-
 Aug 2016
Kenny Whiting
Every morning as I wake up,
   I get on my knees to pray;
As I talk to God My Father,
   Never knowing what to say.

I have studied and I've listened,
   'bout so many types of prayer;
There is one thing never questioned,
   that My God is always there!

Yes, His door is always open,
   He will always lend an ear;
You will feel His presence with you,
   as you pray, He'll draw you near!

For He wants so bad to hold you,
   in His loving arms outstretched;
He will answer if you ask Him,
   and your life will be so blessed!

Oh He wants to hear from each one,
   of His sheep all in His flock;
You can bet you'll never miss Him,
   'cause He answers round the clock!

Don't you dare forget to praise Him,
   Our Almighty Faithful God;
For not one time in your life,
   has He ever you forgot!

If you'll open up all to Him,
   He will fill your last request;
If you don't know what to do at times,
   JUST ASK, He knows what's best!
If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation

Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you
Help people. Dont leave them alone. Provide help. Depression is very real, and it is all around us. Repost if this means something to YOU
 Aug 2016
Ronell Warren Alman
Yes, you can do it
You have the ability
Success awaits you
Zero in on the opportunity
Fulfill your world
Just find your balance
Have determination to be great
Strive for excellence
 Aug 2016
SøułSurvivør
~~<♢>~~


ageing gracefully
is as a pearl set in platinum


to hold relentlessly to youth

chipped glass in a

BOTTLE CAP



[20W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/24/2016
This poem was inspired by Mary Winslow. She wrote about Joe Pye **** and a woman who could not put down the blue eyeshadow and the tinted hair. It's so sad to see women like that. When they could have such handsome beauty. The kind of beauty Mary Winslow possesses. Thank you for the inspiration Mary!

Ladies put down the makeup and the Hairspray! Beauty comes from within not from without! Let your wisdom glow like a light! The opposite ***, like moths, will be drawn to it!

~~<♢>~~
 Aug 2016
Odonko-ba
what if the test
is not what we go through
but an examination of how we
endure
Hope
Is
The
Rope

Held out to me
In the form of His Word.

The rope I grab on to
when I'm drowning.
In the sea
of my confusing thoughts
and turbulent emotions.

The rope I hang on to
for dear life.
Lest I despair
and sink into depression's mire.

This rope called hope
is my anchor
in the storms of life.
In the storms
within
me.
When I cannot see clearly.

I grab on for dear life.
Oh Lord, may I never let go!
For You are the One
who holds my soul.
But...
I thank You
that even if I do.
You will never let go
of
me.
 Jul 2016
Valsa George
Recall all the sweet moments in life
Those that you want to re-live again
Sure there are a million of them
Joyous and sweet, exciting and engaging

Let us freeze those moments in time
Too precious to go off our heart
They make life worth living
And give each fresh day a kick start

In our mad rush for power and pelf
Many such moments skip by unnoticed
Moments of great beauty and grace
And wonders that still lie undisclosed

Have you forgotten to laugh over a prank?
Have you stopped watching a lovely scene?
Have you evaded a gregarious company?
Have you failed to enjoy a savory cuisine?

Break free of the ropes that bind
Let loose the spirit within
Shed out your dry reticence n’ reserve
Let your geniality, many hearts win

Crack a joke, laugh out loud
Wear a smile, walk an extra mile
Chill out, lose in the beauty of the dusk
Praise someone without any guile

No matter you are seventy or seventeen
Still spry enough to have frolic and fun
Youthful enough to cherish hopes and dreams
For life affably beckons and is not done!
Try out this recipe and sure you'll find the difference!
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