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Sweet Encounter

As gentle wings upon my cheek doth brush

Thy hand across my face doth calm my fears

Thy gentle whispers flow beyond thy lips

To fall upon my ever listening ear

My hand doth reach to stroke thy silken hair

And gaze upon reflections of the sun

Thy face surrounded by that glorious light

Enhancing golden locks of hair undone

Beholding eyes as blue as crystal seas

Held captive by thy form I do confess

And revel in this chance to steal one kiss

That I might quench this love which fuels my quest


Written by: Todd / Songster

i second that alayna J

In response to Bluebutterfly: I just read your poem. It takes a very special kind of person to understand that poetry is not about the rhyme or the cadence. It is about conveying the truth of one's heart and soul, to speak the soul's expression. I believe you have captured this effect very well and I commend you.


Your brother in Christ,
Tejas ( Gary West)


Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Thank you.

I wrote this particular poem in my Creative Writing Class un August of 2003.

I am:

I am a blue-haired girl who loves cats.
I wonder who I am, inside myself.
I hear a rainbow shine in the sunlight.
I see children playing in the clouds.
I want someone who loves me.
I am a blue-haired girl who loves cats.

I pretend to be a tiger prowling in the jungle.
I feel the feathers of a pegasus on my fingers.
I touch the stars when I close my eyes.
I worry about when I will die.
I cry when I see an animal in pain.
I am a blue-haired girl who loves cats.

I understand that friendship is the MOST important thing.
I say that being unique is NOT A CRIME.
I dream of one day living in a peaceful world.
I try to always help out a friend in need.
I hope for knowledge of the world around me.
I am a blue-haired girl who loves cats.

My Love

In open fields adorned with Queen Anne’s lace

Thy loveliness doth shame the carpet white

Illuminated by the light of day

And darkness darest not dim the wondrous sight

To pluck thee as a rose t’would seem a shame

To bind thee to myself within my home

T’would rob the open field of all its boast

If thou wouldst be but for my eyes alone

Dear Owner

I’m watching over you right now
And I am missing you so much
Just as your missing me

But know this I’m happy
Except I wish I could run along with you and play with you.
Dear mama I miss your smiles your talks and your prayers

But the Lord was good to me on earth and is still good forever and
Ever in heaven.

Dear mama and papa when you get here I’ll get to lick away
Your tears and you can wrap your arms around me

Know Dear owner I am watching over you
And each time I see you praying or in the presence of the Lord
I know that means you’re get closer to the magnificent reward I have won.

There’s a special place where our beloved pets go once they pass on
I believe so they go to heaven and they miss us just as much as we miss them

I believe if they could talk this exactly what they would say to us,
So be encouraged and know she misses you too.


I wrote this for my Pastor, My pastors dog passed

Calling Home

Dear,
Friend The Lord has called me home.
And angel came to get me and told me it was my time to go.

I did not want to go but that didn’t mean I wasn’t prepared to go or that I wouldn’t miss you.
Please know that I am watching you.

Every step you take,
Every move you make.
I can still laugh at every joke you tell
And hear you when you yell.

I’m the angel on your shoulder.
Guiding you through the tougher times.
Talk to me and I will hear you speak,
Think you are weak and I will tell you you’re strong.

Do not be sad
For me be glad that I am in heaven.
I get to walk on the streets of gold.
And play my silver drum set.

Dear friend,
Know that I am in your heart
Cry for me if you wish,
But know I’m watching over you.

For I have gone home
I’m in a place where there is no more sorrow
Only laughter

We will meet once again, I’m sure.
I’ll be guiding you through your journey until then, my friend.

blue buttryfly - those were aswome - so deep

This is one of my poems:
Self Righteousness

People who are good really annoy me,
It's impossible for them to ever be wrong.
If you listen you can hear the sound of the trumpet they play it goes "I'm right, I'm holy I'm better than God."

The god that they might invite always agrees with them it's impossible for them ever to be wrong.
These people know more than God (they usually don't go to church and do whatever they feel.

They justify themselves by how bad others are, they won't admit they are evil.

God never knew them, they never knew God. It's a sad thing to pray and not be heard. But these people hear themselves and no one else.

It's crazy making an idle out of wood or stone and worship the good works you made, giving it a beautiful form. You may as well make a wooden doll and become a ventriloquist. Your dummy can give you praise.

If you could rise up against God with the devil and kick God off His thrown the only problem is you'd have to share with the billions of other self righteous people whose goodness isn't as good as your own.

Goodness doesn't come from people
goodness only comes from God.
You have two choices, to believe God or your dummy.

[FONT=Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif]Here is another poem I wrote:[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif]What rocks do best[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif]Right now I'm sitting in the woods[/FONT]
the Birds are singing and everything is green
the bugs are crawling all around

I see the sky and the clouds going by
I smell the fresh quiet air

I bring to the woods my eyes, my nose
I also bring my thoughts and hopefully my hopes

Nature is simple it only has one purpose to survive
Our function is supposed to see all this and glorify God

It's too bad most people are as the animals going from here to there then dying not getting anywhere.
Even the rocks and trees glorify God, it comes naturally to them.

Scientists listening to the universe even claim it sounds like music.

The universe always praising and praising with God always listening to it sing
God sees and knows all He hears the song of some but not all.

It's crazy thinking rocks can sing but God sees more life in those rocks than in most people who don't acknowledge His Name

Some things look alive like a shredded plastic bag in the wind. or a person praising God who doesn't really care about Him.

Perhaps it's easier for the rocks to praise Him because they have so much less on their minds
But all we need to do is reach out only to Him and He's easy to find.

I like sitting in the woods away from the cares of daily life, I also like walking in the streams seeing the water flowing over my feet, thinking about all this is really neat. .

These are some poems I have written, and they are published in my college's literary journal deal.

This one is about a monastery I love and the monks that live there:
This one is about waking up confused...I guess.
This one is a very short poem and hasn't yet been published. I was at a poetry meeting where we drew words/phrases from a jar and had to construct a poem out of them in about 10 minutes. I have bolded the words I drew. The poem is about the time a monk let me wear the part of his habit.

This is a poem that I wrote when going through some family struggles, I never really write, lol, but at the time it helped me get some stuff off my chest.


Forgiven
At one point you were my favourite,
We laughed together, played together, loved together,
You had to take that away.
You chop it, and snort it.
Letting your life waste away.
Desperation sets in, the blade slides smooth.
Your problems run with the blood.
The lies you spread cut deeper than the blade.
They rip apare our family seem... by seem.
The love of our family will never be the same,
As my hatred builds, so does my pity.
I try to reachout to you, but I can't stoop that low.
Your devious ways hur me in ways I can't describe,
But,
I forgive you.

this is one my sister wrote bout me and her which i think is pretty cool

Do you remember what it was like?
When we were civilians,
Not soldiers.
Inhabitants of a no-man’s land.

Do you remember what it was like?
When I was the general,
you the private.
When two years of wisdom was all that I needed.
When I was always right,
because you didn’t know how to fight.

Do you remember that night?
You had the white flag ready,
and I tore it up,
and you still waved it for all to see.
When you left the base and I didn’t stop you.
Who broke the treaty, you or me?

Prodigal Son
Lord you looked from a distance

And saw, that I was running back to you

And you received me

With the words, Welcome home my child

Take your place, at my table

And drink from my cup

In my strength you’ll be able

For I lift you up

My child, I’ve been waiting just for you


Todd/ songster

Send Me



Send me, To the ones who are hurting

Send me, To a land that is dry

Send me, To the ones who are crying out,

For the mercy and love that flows,

Through the hands of the ones who know


Send me, To the ones who are hopeless

Send me, To the ones who are lost

Send me, To the ones who are searching,

For the mercy and love that flows

Through the hands of the ones who know

Lord, Send me



Todd/ songster