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Faith and Spirit |
William |
Faith is the belief of something greater then we
Always around when ever in need
It's power source comes from man who believe
That one day the savior will set us free
A path of righteousness to show us new things
No matter where you go there will be... |
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Destination |
Wendye Savage |
As soon as I get off of
This crazy nine to five;
going to relax in your arms
Where my comfort lies.
Kick back and let go
Of the frustrations of the day;
Melt into your love
Let the presure slip away.
Counting minutes as they go
My imagination roams... |
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OUT OF DARKNESS |
Wendye Savage |
During my trials and sufferings
Most times there was only you;
And only you knew just
What I was really going through.
The road was rough
I could not see my way;
But lord, you brought me out
Into a brighter day.
You lifted me up
Yes, you took my... |
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Sardines |
lydialepic |
Some say the Christmas holidays are stressful because of busyness and having a tight budget. I have always been one to disagree with this notion. I think holidays—whether it is Christmas or Fourth of July—become what you make them. If one expects an... |
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Merlin |
Neil Ellman |
Merlin
It was never certain
if the merlin dismissed the sparrow
as just another meal
or if the gods of flight demanded
one more sacrifice.
I watched as the fleet-winged falcon
flew from the canopy
an arrow from an archer's bow
bent with silent... |
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3 Appalachian Poems |
brightmyer |
COAL DUST
There are times when death rushes by silently,
Unnoticed;
But there are times when we invite them deliberately
For one who has sought this meeting it could be a
Fatal encounter.
There are those who wear no masks
Who they are and what... |
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Abiku |
Kadiriboy |
Abiku by Habib Abayomi
{A story about spirit children who die before adulthood tormenting their mother and going back to their place of abode)
The tree in the morning sang like a wave in the forest. It was as if the trees were speaking in tongues... |
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Meant To Be |
benjideniro |
Meant To Be
I’d seen this guy before, all moustache and eyes and uniform. He was good, I had to grant him that. Those eyes never seemed to blink. I couldn’t imagine Moustache going off for a quick illicit smoke, a quick whack in the can... |
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On European Flying |
meganmassaro |
On European Flying
The Italians turned a 90-minute flight from Torino to Trapani into happy hour. No one read; no one slept. We were the only English speakers, which made the frequent bilingual updates almost comical. People made new friends,... |
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When In Rome... |
meganmassaro |
Every gelateria I see, I check out. Sometimes it’s the walk and look, with my head turned awkwardly for one last glimpse of the color of the pistachio, a sure sign of the quality of the gelato. Other times, I walk up to the glass freezers... |
