By Heart 4 poetry on January 19, 2010
Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
that you open my eyes
so that I may see
the righteous path
thou has set for me.
Heal my heart
and mend my soul.
Help me to play
my servant role.
Lord Jesus Christ,
let me feel
thy precious, holy spirit
from head to heel.
Lead me through the paths
of which I may go.
Please, Lord, you lead the way
so that I [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Amazing Grace, Blessings, Ears, eyes, Father, feeling, Feelings, god, heart, Heaven, house, I love you, Jesus, Lace, Lost, love, pain, peace, Poem, poetry, Prayer, Reason, Sea, sin, soul, Spirit, Tea, tears, world
By Greenplanet on January 10, 2010
I wish I could fly like a kite
And go far beyond
To where the sky gives the land a bite
With nothing else around
I wish to be amidst green mountains
And rivers that sing a flute
Away from all the din and tension
With just nature absolute
I wish to sit gazing day long
Across the deep blue oceans
As the gulls and [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Clouds, lies, Lute, Midst, Nature, no worry, Ocean, Oceans, Rivers, Serene, sin, Sky, vore, Wings, world
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
At 16 young Eben designed a device which would rapidly miniaturize
The boy and then teleport him to the place of his choosing at much reduced size.
He used it at random, and found himself suddenly out in a lady’s backyard.
The 21 year old housewife soon detected his presence; and his way was barred.
She captured the boy, [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Fate, forever, giantess/shrinking male, house, joy, kiss, Lace, Lad, Laugh, Life, Lost, love, Presence, Prey, Remorse, Romance, sci-fi, sin, Stomach, Surprise, Tea, Truth, vore, war, wife, woman
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
(1)Young Tom visited his great aunt, until he was ten years old,
And soon after his next birthday, her old mansion would be sold,
Since she died, and he would miss them both, as nine years changed the date.
He completed school, did two years work, and started college late.
(2)At the end of his first Uni year, he [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, Ash, Awe, Break, change, Cheeks, Chocolate, Clouds, cry, cycle, dark, Desk, Ears, eyes, feeling, Feelings, Flower, flowers, Friend, Ghost, ghosts, girl, Grass, grief, Guess, heart, house, joy, kiss, Kisses, Lace, Lad, Lain, Life, Lips, lonely, Lost, Lost love, love, memories, memory, Mother, Mud, Nec, night, Nook, older woman romance, Picnics, Rain, School, Sea, shared nostalgia, sin, sleep, smile, Stories, Sun, Surprise, Tea, Token, Tree, Vine, war, world
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
If I take a shred of 1980s time, and clutch it tight
(From when optimism shined, and felt no need for second sight);
And contain it in the formula, that I’m preparing now,
I can climb the trees in modern woods, and never break a bough.
Should I snatch a scrap of Paris, clasping firmly with my grip
(So the [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Break, dream, dreams, Images, Inspiration, Life, loss, melody, memories, Music, Musician, Nec, nostalgia, Poem, Romance, Shape, Shred, sin, smile, Tree, Trees
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
(1)My first Blue Mountains journeys were on Sydney’s country trains,
With scenery improving, once I’d gone past Emu Plains.
I did not know the passengers around me, but perhaps one
Might care to play a card game, since we’d only come to Lapstone
(2)I closed my vintage fiction novel fast. So I could then look,
To see surrounding bushland, as [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Autumn, Bloom, child, childhood, class, Concrete, cool, Ears, fiction, Fire, Flower, flowers, Friend, Game, Gloves, Hill, Horses, house, Journey, joy, Lace, Lad, Lain, Life, Lost, Lost love, love, Map, memory, night, Rain, scene, School, Sea, sin, spring, Sun, Train trip, Travel, Tree, Trees, war
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
I’m now sworn against hypocrisy, which lets me poke and prod
All the minor faults of Christians, while I miss the love of God.
I defend my rights to swindle you, as long as I can pick
One cathedral in a hundred, where the dead have caught the quick.
So I shun the men, who promulgate and serve communion [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Anguish, blood, child, Children, Christian, Crowd, forever, Goat, god, heart, Heaven, hypocrisy, Jesus, joy, Life, list, loss, love, Mud, pain, Seeds, sin, soul, Sun, Tea, Tree, Trees, world
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
Professor Brint was 30, when he built his best invention:
The Chrono-Car, and used it to explore the fourth dimension.
He revved it up, and traveled back through 23 years’ history,
And then the engine used up all supplies of his magistery.
Now trapped back when his childhood self had only just turned seven,
And frequently thrown out those brown [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, child, childhood, Choice, class, Ears, Journey, Lad, Liar, lies, Life, love, Mother, Muck, Romance, S Child, School, sin, Tea, Time Travel, Torment, Travel, Truth, war
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
He stood on the edge of a suburb, where house windows faced an expanse
Of bushes and forest and small hills; and readied himself, with a chance.
He stood on the edge of a sunset, with houses not far from his rocks,
And somehow the sunset was lengthened, slowed up through a trick of the clocks.
He harnessed the [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Ash, breeze, Breezes, Bushes, change, child, Children, Colours, destiny, Direction, Ears, forever, Hill, house, Locks, Music, night, pain, Rain, Romance, sci-fi, Sharp, sin, Soar, soul-mate, Sun, Sunb, Sunset, time slowdown, Tree, Twilight, Vine, war, Wings, woman
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
Ich kann ein bisschen Deutsch verstehen.
Ich (in der Schule) lerne.
Und diese Nacht wir können gehen
In das Tanzlokal gerne?
Der? Die? Das? Ich habe vergessen.
Dreizig Jahren sind jetzt vorbei.
Willst du Etwas trinken und essen?
Ich finde ein Tisch für zwei.
Sie sind eine schöne freundliche Fräulein.
(Wir spielen Golf mit Wasser),
Und jetzt wir treffen und haben ein klein
Schrot hier in [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged German love poem, sin, Wills
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