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Posted on 01/02/2006 7:52:08 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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I'm still wrapped up in rhyme...
In the Valley
There in the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
Where God takes us to learn about who gives us breath
Each step that we take may seem heavy with threat
As we face then the truths we would rather forget.
It does not matter if we laugh or weep,
Be in pain or shock or fear or sleep,
Eternity hovers but a moment away
To walk with us into that unending day.
We think that so often we stand in the sun,
Yet through that dark valley our footsteps did run.
Someone was there one moment and not the next,
This frailty of mankind is an ancient text.
Yet Valley of the Shadow, when I'm in your way,
I chose not fear you by night or by day,
Ambush or pain or dark uncertainty
Shall not hide the gift of light by which I see.
My Shepherd he leads me by day and by night
Through the darkness of death to his glorious sight -
In his hand is the peace that makes no worldly sense
When the shadows of midnight grow dark and dense.
If trembling I wait there between death and life,
Doubled over in pain cutting hard like a knife,
He still is my comfort and lets my heart see
I am in his hands whatever will be.
Valley of the Shadow, you are but a gate,
Doorway to tomorrow, all humankind's fate.
My final hope lies beyond your shadowed door,
Where I will dwell in my Lord's house forever more
Good night sweet pea. Thanks for the fun and poetry.
Beautiful poem.
Well, Wayz, I see you are a fine judge of the Personality One Dimension Disorder Ever Ready (PODDER).
On paper, or, manipulated ions I come off guilty as charged, though you were too kind in some areas. Overlooked though as I am the forgiving sort of curmudgeon. Never go to bed angry is my motto. End the mess once and for all and then crawl on in!
G'Nite, Hope!
We need the words of lovers near
to ward off the woe
of worldly arrows in the air
Will this do for a starter?
Admiring a Lusty Potential
Sheets lay strewn in abandonment,
adorning her in satin mystery’s sheen.
My hands softly slide over her body lean
her soft silky skin, my bedevilment.
I trace the line of her wanton lips,
recalling things they had done to me.
I smile, and lean in to kiss her fleetingly,
careful not to wake her as I caress her hip.
She stretches in her sleep with easy grace,
a soft sensual smile shaping her mouth with ease.
Her scent hovers about her, and I love its tease,
bringing back memories of her, in nothing but lace.
Like a fine wine, or a Master’s hand at living art,
she is a treasure of mind, and soul, and heart.
What a captivating image does she impart,
imprinted forever on my life’s tattered chart.
I let her sleep, letting the hours fly,
lost in appreciation of my private gallery.
A measure of desire for a bit of debauchery
brings a gleam to my twinkling eyes.
Fingers move, and lips chase trails across her,
and she moans with awakening desires.
I lay close, and slowly bring her higher,
wondering at her subtle sensual purr.
Well, Wayz, I see you are a fine judge of the Personality One Dimension Disorder Ever Ready (PODDER).
Yep. I' an old PODDER from way back! I crew on the ark you know so I have a long experience to draw from when I get to poeming!
;^)
Never go to bed angry is my motto. End the mess once and for all and then crawl on in!
My uncle used say something along those line too! I think it was 'When in an argument stop and realize the other guy might be just as dense as you." (His idea was to try and come out ahead on the whole thing in the end, along with the other fellow. Although I admit he wasn't always so moved to kindness, his idea of getting ahead was often a bit radical! You should have seen his collection of heads before he got religion and milded down a mite as he aged.)
Your poetry is a treasure.
Oh, thank you.
"His idea was to try and come out ahead on the whole thing in the end, along with the other fellow."
You and I will get along just fine, sir.
"milded down a mite: - LOL!
Goodnight bentfeather and all!
Nite Uncle, thanks for all you give us.
Well, Wayz, I see you are a fine judge of the Personality One Dimension Disorder Ever Ready (PODDER).
Yep. I' an old PODDER from way back! I crew on the ark you know so I have a long experience to draw from when I get to poeming!
;^)
Never go to bed angry is my motto. End the mess once and for all and then crawl on in!
My uncle used say something along those line too! I think it was 'When in an argument stop and realize the other guy might be just as dense as you." (His idea was to try and come out ahead on the whole thing in the end, along with the other fellow. Although I admit he wasn't always so moved to kindness, his idea of getting ahead was often a bit radical! You should have seen his collection of heads before he got religion and milded down a mite as he aged.)
Night you two good folks, bless ya.
Hey, my computer hiccuped! Neat! I never knew a computer to hiccup, I wonder if it can burp the Star Spangled Banner like mom?
Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir ~ Psalm 150
Chuck Wagon Gang ~ A Beautiful Life
Oak Ridge Boys ~ Just A Closer Walk With Thee
Ricky Van Shelton ~ Don't Overlook Salvation
I'm late...had to work and I got sleep!
Good Morning, All!
Your talents amaze me!
My talent is appreciation and that I do well.
I'm off to work - talk to you tonight..
A blessed day to all.
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