Nail God's Son upon a pole
Save my butt and make me whole
Who cares if this will cause him pain
I assure you that it's not in vain

For I will live to serve His needs
and lick His blood where ere He bleeds
He had to die cuz I'm so bad
I wouldn't listen to His dad

But now I'm saved so I'll be free
to live in heaven on bended knee
Forever begging God's acclaim
to reimburse him for my shame

If only I had thwarted sin
I could have earned my own way in
But I was made too weak to fight
against temptations of delight

So here I grovel on my knees
begging God with crying pleas
I'm sorry I've dismayed thee
but this is how thoust made me

Come to my refreshing waters
Let your fretting cease
Cast your burdens upon me
And I will give you peace

Always know I love you
And won’t leave you alone
So when you face the darkness
You won't face it on your own

When you're in need of a friend
To listen to your cares
Know that I will be that friend
To hear your desperate prayers

I know just how you're feeling
Before you kneel to pray
So nothing will surprise me
In what you want to say

And I will not condemn you
When you confess your sins
I just long for you to come
And let my love come in

I am here to heal you
And protect you from harm
For all I want is to love you
And hold you in my arms

I come in peace for a cup of coffee
but not the least it gets a bit lofty

what does it matter what you believe
when everyone tells you kindly to leave

may we enjoy our time either way
whatever you say is fine for today

may you eat many times and have good drink
some meat is fine and let us find the missing link

to the daily questions we seek
some baileys and lessons cheek to cheek

I hope you can wake up happy and joyful
so cope with the takes and be cheerful

let us tolerate a different idealogy
and accumulate a pleasant psychology


please don't do wrong and hurt him or her
just live long and prosper

have a beer with me or a cup of tea
and see to achieve a good deed

I wish you the best
no this is no jest


be above and in laughterness
for I wish you much love and happiness

my fav

Open heart

by Jeanniebean
8/26/2008

Forgiveness is for giving
and it will set you free

Forgive yourself and others
Be who you want to be

Put the past behind you
Look at this new day

Lay down your sword my brother
For love has come this way.

A shining light has risen
Its beauty you can't miss

The breath of life is given
In love's first precious kiss.

How can I say I'm sorry
for any act done less

less than the greatest love
and joy and happiness

I can't reach the depth
of my joy and sorrow

with words I must confess
here is my love, now and tomorrow.

~ The Stage of Life ~

I found myself written in a thrilling cliche'
in words softly spoken as a loquacious bouquet
painted with brush strokes on canvass display
the charisma of the spirit of the soul I portray

Is it fantasy, or reality, or a mixture of both?
Is it intellect, or emotion, or spiritual growth?
Is life a facade of the things that I do?
Or it is a shadow of what I know must be true?

Am I the me who makes myself tick?
Or am I the you you'd like to pursue?
Is life a drama or a comedy flick?
Or is it a movie without a review?

The answers to questions are totally moot
it's the fact that we ask them that makes us astute
We reap what we sow in every pursuit
and bring home the bacon and call it our loot

We make up the words that convey all our thoughts
We label are actions and call them our plots
We claim to believe them with all of our hearts
but when all's said and done we're just playing our parts

A stage full of puppets being run by their souls
strings being pulled by invisible fools
No one to blame for the actions we take
the director's a manikin; the producer's a fake

We give it all meaning by imagining life
by pretending that we're not the cause of our strife
We imagine there's something beyond this facade
and thus we invented the idea of God



Abra (8/26/08)

I like that one Abra.
Shall I reach out and grab ya?

Such great poems we have and yes we cheer
with such articulate folks who bring a tear

yet we learn from each other if we want
and some don't bother and go off to stomp

I hope we give examples of good deeds
for I have for many many years indeed

and as we believe in many things
enjoy the time and let us sing

let us sing of a future peace and love
and not violence but everything above

and when we grow old let us teach the young
to not be shy yet bold and and stick out our tongue

but jokes aside let us abide to respect and not a lie

for we must tie the knots side by side and keep it alive

May you prosper on knowledge and success
and keep it proper to acknowledge what is a mess

All the best my dear folks
and let us laugh on the many jokes

cheers as I salute a nice dark German Beer

hMMM???

WHAT PART OF "ADD A >>>> VERSE <<<<<" do you not understand?????


take your poems to the poetry forum you heathens

I add only one verse

and it is your curse!

Oh that beautiful polka dot purse

i'd rather a curse than to carry a purse

yet what is the curse you make
love, happiness, and joy you take

I say a good curse you have
so don't worry but be glad

And in the whole scope of life
Is it worth the time and effort to get mad
It think not

your spurious quips
just roll from your lips

The heathens are coming they have no respect
They're posting their poems for rhapsodic effect
The tribesmen of Tribo are preparing for War
The King's great commandments have been put on ignore

The petals of daisies will be trampled asunder
As armies of warriors start marching like thunder
Swords will be drawn and poets will fall
as Humpty Dumpty laughs on his wall

All Tribo's men, and all Tribo's horses
will slaughter the poets with all of their forces
"No rhymes shall be spoken!", will be his decree
And all the musicians will flea to the sea

The dancing will cease and the land will be silent
All because Tribo is a King who is violent
His words shall be law and no man shall speak
using works that are anything other than bleak

His Power and Glory shall pervade through the land
No singers or dancers or a musical band!
Only his voice will be music to ears
And all that oppose him will be struck down with spears

No heathens, no rebels, no dissident choirs
No rhymesters, no poets, no bards with their lyres
All words will be prose to convey what one knows
and the era of poets will come to a close

ok you win - no more of your din
but >please -no more >fleas<
they carry disease,

they bite and they swell
may they all go to hell -

so i'd rather just sit back
and sip on some tea
and maybe talk words of
majik with thee,

and watch as the flowers
give food the bee
and using the word
that you meant which was > flee <

i'll stop with a verse
i think deb would agree
would sound just like her
tee hee, tee hee hee.

all words do peoples speak, some thinking love and some thinking freak, as only hearing it bad, show a bad filter is had, which create the divide, hating for those who won't abide, and true vision is lost, the price of love is great cost, and to hear only the half, create a sick feeble young calf, and if evil is seen, it is evil which is gleened, so to the stars raise the bars, no longer hearing thru scars, making hearing all equal as one, for selective hearing be as done, no longer hearts running to hide, unleashing the great wisdom inside, as embracing all peoples and secs, is removing the good deed specs, and if none see this face, what named jesus can one chase, for to hear all the enemies, turns all hearing into view o plenty, removing fear of evil of any, cleansing the sight of hearing some, and leaving out so many............

I can't stop the laughter a few tee hee's before the
abort.....................

All I can do with all my buddies is grab my stomach
and gigglesnort.............



you know I had to do it.......

Oh David,dear David,
I know that your doing'
your usual thoughts -
two sides to each coin,

but i had a coin once
both sides were the same,
where nothing was different,
nere' side could the blamed,

it's the edge that's in question
and goes all around,
the sides that are equal
and have no resound,

it's thin and eternal
no start or no end,
it's hard and it's brittle
not easy to bend

and there lie the answers
that all of us seek'
as the two headed coin
is once flipped so unique

in the air and then land's
on some unsullied ground
where all pick it up
and then look all around

the silvery sides cause
the edge is so thin
and holds no enchantment
no answers within

so it's flipped and it's flipped
day in and day out
where no edge is of care
just the sides someone shouts

till alas some one See's it
takes notice and sighs'
the thin little band
has been seen and surmised,

and they ponder about it
and grin with surprise'
and say- "this is the place
where all answers do lie".

and it goes in their pocket
no more to be seen'
till all is all answered
no more to be gleaned,

but you'll know that they own it
just look in their eyes'
for they'll never speak it
and that's only wise.

for wisdom's not found
in the words said by men,
it lives in the heart
and is one's closet friend.

and their it must stay
to remain and be true'
it's affects can be shared
but the word's just wont do.

you'll know by their action's
where these coin's abide,
for all that may own them
that's what they can't hide.