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[Jim1999]

You twisted my arm:

The computer is inanimate
Until I press its keys.
And then it breathes aloud for me,
A wondrous possibility.

The computer is mechanical
Its' heart is deep in me.
And when I press upon a key
The throb beats endlessly.

The computer is apologetic
And it is my friend.
It never, ever does offend;
It reasons just like me.

The computer is my friend, you see
It waits for me to press its' keys.
Our conversations are replete
Until I press the key "delete".

Cheers,

Jim

 

[donnA]

Gina, this is embarressing,
they may not be good, a good one may be a one time fluke, the second one was published though, the first and third have never been submitted, and no ones ever read the third one, and only Robert has read the first one.

Whispers Of Love
Bare foot in the fresh green grass of Spring.

The morning dew cool upon my skin,

I walk with the one who touches my heart
with his heart. Forever entwined together,

His presence, his nearness, forever imprinted on my soul,

The gentle breeze washes over us, as we share this very moment,

The warmth of his hand upon mine, the tenderness of his touch.

Sounds of love wispered in my ear, wafting on the breeze,

Forever my love, forever.
copyrigth own by Donna Davis


Birds
Soaring high, wind lifting his wings,

Rising up in the sky, against the backdrop

of the blueness of the beyond ,

He meets in the air the one who touches his

soul with her prsence,

Forever love,,,, forever together,,,,,

Soaring in the sky.

copyright own by Donna Davis




this ones not right yet, still working on it


As The Years Have Gone By-

I look back at our time together.
Those good times and the bad.
Both equally meanful to our love together.
In the good we rejoice together.
In the bad we grow strong together.
As the years have gone by,
we've come from our youth,
to our middle years,
together.

And one day we'll grow old, together,
as we reach the end of our days, together.
Our love growing strong, growing long,

together.


Ok, no more love poetry from me.

 

[Gina B]

Whispers of Love...wow! Makes me want to send it to a certain someone in my life! :love2:

The second one is awesome, but I like that Whispers one best!

Have you considered making those a series of poems, called the "Forever Poems?" That would be really neat! I did/am doing that with the River short (flash short) stories I was writing. (will have to pick up on that again)

That would be neat though, plus would give you an incentive for writing more wonderful love poems! I've seen what a beautiful job you can do with paper crafts, and am having a vision of you putting together ten Forever poems and handwriting them into a little booklet you've made. I bet you could make some money off of taking custom orders for it, where people could pick the color/theme of how it looks, or just have a one of a kind one you create made just for them. People could give it as a wedding or anniversary gift! Advertise free online or in the free newspaper and it wouldn't really even cost anything to start it.

Ok, I'm getting all excited over here planning your life. ROFL I'll stop now...just a thought that kept growing as I typed!

 

[Onlybygrace]

Hey Donna some really good poetry there. May I humbly suggest some revisions that may improve the overall quality of the poems?

Whispers Of Love

Barefoot in the fresh green grass of Spring.
The morning dew, cool upon my skin,

I walk with the one who touches my heart with his heart.
Forever entwined together,we'll never really ever be apart

His presence, his nearness, imprinted on my soul forever ,
A gentle breeze washing over us, as we share this moment together,

His hand lingering, warm upon mine,
His touch tender, gentle, sublime .

Sounds of love whispered in my ear
Wafting on the breeze both soft and clear

Forever my love, forever.

copyright own by Donna Davis

 

[Gina B]

That was nice of you to offer ObG, but I hope she doesn't listen...it's awesome as is, more pure, more heartfelt than your rewrite. While yours is nice, it sounds like there was an effort there, where hers just sounds smooth, like it rolled onto the paper from her heart and it's a rare talent when someone can write like that and make it sound effortless.

 

[Jim1999]

Beast

When standing tall it is quite a sight,
With jowls and molars in full sight.
It roars to frighten its' enemy, And chase them up a tree; that's me!

It is apprehensive in Vietnam
With putrescent fragrance.
Screeching wheels play on imminence
Like raping a virgin mind of innocence

(Penned in 60's during that war)

Cheers,

Jim

 

[donnA]

Whispers of Love...wow! Makes me want to send it to a certain someone in my life! :love2:

The second one is awesome, but I like that Whispers one best!

Have you considered making those a series of poems, called the "Forever Poems?" That would be really neat! I did/am doing that with the River short (flash short) stories I was writing. (will have to pick up on that again)

That would be neat though, plus would give you an incentive for writing more wonderful love poems! I've seen what a beautiful job you can do with paper crafts, and am having a vision of you putting together ten Forever poems and handwriting them into a little booklet you've made. I bet you could make some money off of taking custom orders for it, where people could pick the color/theme of how it looks, or just have a one of a kind one you create made just for them. People could give it as a wedding or anniversary gift! Advertise free online or in the free newspaper and it wouldn't really even cost anything to start it.

Ok, I'm getting all excited over here planning your life. ROFL I'll stop now...just a thought that kept growing as I typed!

LOL, I'm sure I could use someone to plan my life, since I have no plans. Actually I like your plan and may think about this.
Handwritting them may not be the way to go though.

 

[donnA]

That was nice of you to offer ObG, but I hope she doesn't listen...it's awesome as is, more pure, more heartfelt than your rewrite. While yours is nice, it sounds like there was an effort there, where hers just sounds smooth, like it rolled onto the paper from her heart and it's a rare talent when someone can write like that and make it sound effortless.

Maybe,
I write only when I feel overwhelmed by love and no other way to express what I feel.

Though I do appreciate the suggestions,and some of those may find their way into another poem.

 

[donnA]

Beast

When standing tall it is quite a sight,
With jowls and molars in full sight.
It roars to frighten its' enemy, And chase them up a tree; that's me!

It is apprehensive in Vietnam
With putrescent fragrance.
Screeching wheels play on imminence
Like raping a virgin mind of innocence

(Penned in 60's during that war)

Cheers,

Jim

Nice Jim, I like it.

 

[Jim1999]

Thank you, Donna.

The best plans for life is one step at a time, and only you can take that step.

Cheers,

Jim

 

[Onlybygrace]

I think you're right Gina

 

[Jim1999]

To understand this poem, one must know the woman it speaks about. She gave her life at the local ballpark looking after the canteen, mowing the turf, lining the fields and all. She finally retired.

I went to the park one day,
But she was not there.
The door was closed;
The cupboards bare.

I went to the park one day.
My mind began to stray.
I wondered if the children came
To really play a game.

Perhaps they came
To play a game,
Or, perhaps to catch a smile,
A kind word that stretched a mile.

I came to the park one day,
And looked across the field.
The field abandoned years before,
But now restored.

I came to the park one day.
The legacy remained.
The watchful, caring soul
Who cared for all.
God bless you, Elsie.

This poem was printed and presented to her and her family at a special dinner attended by several hundred people. She will not be forgotten.

Cheers,

Jim

 

[billreber]

I have been thinking about the last week before Jesus was crucified. This was the result:

The King Series​

​

The People’s King

He rode into town on a donkey,
A king returning from the battle,
Victorious, triumphant, a general
Leading prisoners to slavery, like cattle.
For he knew what he had done –
An enemy beaten, new owners of land,
A conquered people to be ruled,
And this parade showed power in his hand.
This was what the people expected,
With the Romans to become the slaves,
As the Messiah placed Jews into power
And enemies were placed into graves.
But they were wrong!

The Lord’s King

He rode into town on a donkey,
The King preparing to win the war,
Triumphant, yet saddened for things to come,
As he knew what was coming, and more.
For He knew what He had to do –
The Enemy beaten, His people at last free,
But not in the way they expected!
For He had to die to forgive them, you see.
A Savior that was predicted long before
Not just for the Jews, but for Gentiles, too,
The Messiah had to die to take guilt away,
And rise from the dead, making all things new.
And His followers stood staring at the sky!


The King of Kings

The King will return to earth one day soon,
Riding on the clouds, and all nations will bow,
Both living and dead, from all ages and lands,
As he takes His throne for all eternity, now.
Only one question will be asked of those
Who wish to enter His palace of gold:
“Did you believe in Me while on this earth?”
The answer is the same one we’ve been told.
“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”
The Messiah had taught His people this,
But many refuse to believe in this truth,
And the Judgment Day no one will miss.
What is YOUR answer?

©2009 William L. Reber​

 

[billreber]

Here's another recent poem I wrote:

How Can It Be?​

(This is a guess at what Thomas was thinking and saying a week after the first Resurrection Day.)​

How can it be?

I saw Him on the cross!
I watched as He died,
And saw the centurion
Pierce His body, into His heart!

I watched as they buried Him,
And I saw the guards take their posts.
A huge stone blocked the tomb,
So no one could open His grave.

And now you want me to believe
He is risen from the dead?
I don’t care about an empty tomb!
Unless I can touch His hands,
Feel His wounds, see His face,
I care not at all what you say!
I cannot believe He is alive!

Who? Who is that?
It cannot be!
My Lord and my God!
What? You want me to touch you?
It is real! You are alive!
Now I believe!

©2009 William L. Reber​

 

[Revmitchell]

Hands That Make A Quilt

Hands that make a quilt are godly hands
because they are diligent
God says in His word
that the hand of the diligent maketh rich,
shall bear rule, and are satisfied. 1
The substance of diligent hands are precious.2

Hands that make a quilt
are godly hands because they are faithful.
God so lovingly tells us that,
His eyes are over the faithful of the land, 3
and He preserves them,4
and they shall abound with blessings.5

Hands that make a quilt
are godly hands because they are patient.
God's word warns us that
a patient hand is better than a proud hand.6
A patient hand that continues doing well,seeks eternal life.7
A patient hand is steadfast until the coming of the Lord.8

Hands that make a quilt
are godly hands because they show the love of God.
God's word tells us that
love is of God, and all who loves knows Him.9
Just as the sacrifice of time, strength and thought
made up the love that goes into a quilt,
God also sacrificed His Son,
that made up the love that goes into eternal life.10
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1 Proverbs 10:4, 12:24, 13:4
2 Proverbs 12:27
3 Proverbs 31:23
4 Proverbs 101:6
5 Proverbs 28:10
6 Ecclesiastes 7:8
7 Romans 2:7
8 James 5:7,8
9 1 John 4:7
10 Romans 5:8