(Spiritual Poem) Thunder The Memories And The Light

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THUNDER THE MEMORIES AND THE LIGHT

 

4:30 In the morning listening to the rain outside

Quiet massaging thunder rumbling to distill the night

Do we consider the thunder as the fury of God or His love

O’ listen to the somber drum roll fading off into the night

Thunder the voice of an Angel singing, or a warning of might

 

 

The flash of light it can and will change your life from that time

A near miss, a near that didn’t, you tend to remember the pain

Is it a wondrous thing that you got lit up and yet you survived

In the rumbles deep and low you wonder why you’re still alive

Did the Lord steer the light so we could see our own darkness inside

To The Scepter Above do we humbly and meekly bow even now

 

 

Is it guilt, shame or pride, do we hear the Devil laughing at us now

Our final tally sheet, did we end up doing more good than harm

Something as simple as choking on one’s own spit we can die

None knows if once again we will hear the thunder role then light

Thunder the last thing we hear tonight, or is it forever goodbye

(Spiritual Poem) Thunder The Memories And The Light

Posted on by oldpoet56

THUNDER THE MEMORIES AND THE LIGHT

 

4:30 In the morning listening to the rain outside

Quiet massaging thunder rumbling to distill the night

Do we consider the thunder as the fury of God or His love

O’ listen to the somber drum roll fading off into the night

Thunder the voice of an Angel singing, or a warning of might

 

 

The flash of light it can and will change your life from that time

A near miss, a near that didn’t, you tend to remember the pain

Is it a wondrous thing that you got lit up and yet you survived

In the rumbles deep and low you wonder why you’re still alive

Did the Lord steer the light so we could see our own darkness inside

To The Scepter Above do we humbly and meekly bow even now

 

 

Is it guilt, shame or pride, do we hear the Devil laughing at us now

Our final tally sheet, did we end up doing more good than harm

Something as simple as choking on one’s own spit we can die

None knows if once again we will hear the thunder role then light

Thunder the last thing we hear tonight, or is it forever goodbye

(Spiritual Poem) Kodak Moment Of The Soul

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KODAK MOMENT OF THE SOUL

 

Snap shot of our Souls taken this moment in our time

Picture taken, was it by the Angel of Death, or of life

People scan our chips so they say that they know us

Smiling eyes hiding in the shadows blade firmly in hand

Having a phony acidic smile pasted on their soulless grin

 

 

We have all chosen to be breathing in this time and space

Our future is now, last breath taken is now historically placed

Tomorrow is grace filled if inside ourselves we choose it to be

Take your mirror, look close, it shows our Souls hiding place

 

 

Ever been ashamed to your bones for things you’ve done

This point in time, this is the only guarantee that we have

Tomorrow, will we have respect or shame for our today

Will this snap shot of today define or end our tomorrows

X-ray of our Soul, will it be posted with a Halo of a Flame

(Love Poem) For The Love Of My Woman

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FOR THE LOVE OF MY WOMAN

For the love of my woman

I would do most anything

She brought forth the fruit

Of our love, ignoring the pain

Her heart is so tender

Like the touch of her hand

Balancing the teaching of our child

Tutor, Mommy, lover and friend

O Lord, please grant me to be worthy

Of the love of your sweet Angel

You have sent me from Your Realm

Lord, please grant me the wisdom

Knowledge, strength and love

To be the man, teacher and Daddy

To the offspring of our love

O Lord, thank you for your grace

Kindness and tender mercy

Of this woman whom I love

Thank you o Lord for sending me

Your Angel adorned in your love

I pray I be found worthy in your eyes Lord

Of this beautiful lady, my sweetheart, my bride

(Love Poem) Kissing An Angel

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KISSING AN ANGEL

 

When I wake up in the mornings what is it that I see

In my old age I am blessed, sweet lady laying next to me

Spirits like Angels wear designer duds so we can’t see

You know, so they don’t scare the life out the likes of me

Knowing my Lady is flesh and blood, yet she still loves me

Not ordered by God like a Spirit or Angel would probably be

 

Being good-by choice when she doesn’t have to be

Sweet tender lips with a kind heart and gentile touch

When she sheds a tear, it always rips at my heart-strings

When I hurt her feelings I do feel like the jerk I know I am

My true feelings, do I express them daily to her loving heart

Do I realize how much helping with the dishes means to her

 

Having my loving Lady waiting makes the work day worth while

If one is truly loving why can’t one get off your ego and make it two

Don’t be ignorant when God gives you love on a platters golden ring

Don’t act like a fool when you’ve been blessed to put a Ring on Her finger

It’s wonderful to have a sweet Angel to kiss every morning and evening

(Poem) X-Wives

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She used to be a wife to me

Fulfilling the lust of my dreams

Her belly grew from love of my seed

Now blond hair with green eyes a glow

Barely now twelve months in the wind

One more angel, blessed again

Though not tied, you would think they were twins

Wherever one went a second blended like a shadow

 

 

I should have known their Mother would roam

Into the bed of many my heart suffered such pain

Working too much if you’re married to a slut

This disaster is not a good home in the making

Your Angels get used as bait to make your heart-break

 

 

From deep in your Soul your heart and mind can’t take it

Not caring that for lust your family home she is destroying

Men, divorce is no one’s friend do not play it like a fiddle

Not just your heart, your children always lose in the end

Son, be careful what she is when you say you wish to get hitched

Easily spread legs not always one you should consider marriage

 

 

(Poem) X-Wives

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She used to be a wife to me

Fulfilling the lust of my dreams

Her belly grew from love of my seed

Now blond hair with green eyes a glow

Barely now twelve months in the wind

One more angel, blessed again

Though not tied, you would think they were twins

Wherever one went a second blended like a shadow

 

 

I should have known their Mother would roam

Into the bed of many my heart suffered such pain

Working too much if you’re married to a slut

This disaster is not a good home in the making

Your Angels get used as bait to make your heart-break

 

 

From deep in your Soul your heart and mind can’t take it

Not caring that for lust your family home she is destroying

Men, divorce is no one’s friend do not play it like a fiddle

Not just your heart, your children always lose in the end

Son, be careful what she is when you say you wish to get hitched

Easily spread legs not always one you should consider to marry

 

 

Poem: For The Love Of My Woman

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For the love of my woman

I would do most anything

She brought forth the fruit

Of our love, ignoring the pain

Her heart is so tender

Like the touch of her hand

Balancing the teaching of our child,

Tutor, Mommy and friend

O Lord, please grant me to be worthy

Of the love of this your Angel

You have sent me from Your home

Lord, please grant me the wisdom,

Knowledge, strength, good sense and love

To be the man, teacher and Daddy

To the offspring of our love

O Lord, thank you for your grace

Kindness and tender mercy

Of this woman whom I love

Thank you o Lord for sending me

Your Angel adorned in your love

I pray I be found worthy in your eyes Lord,

Of the love of this woman, my sweetheart, my bride