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Two gentlemen that showed excellent pens this week: congratulations to our Poets of the Week +Mike Davis & +JAMES VANDENBRINK !!

The links to their showcased poems:
https://plus.google.com/107467125303206798444/posts/JjNxZvTF85C

https://plus.google.com/+JamesVandenBrink19061961/posts/W6HcgpwHYKc
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Tread life joyfully.

Don't worry about the rest of the world.

Pass the day smilingly.

No one knows what the future will be.

Yes, life is a beautiful journey.

No one knows what the future will be.
☺️☺️

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Senryu with art

Buzzing mosquito
Kisses my face and sucks blood
---Smack! And tastes its fate.

(c) premprakashlimbu
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I have cried from rage...
I have cried from fear...
I have cried from love, and always my tears are clear...
It's things like this that pumps the truth through my heart about why all of us are each a piece of art...
All living on the same canvas...
All breathing the same air...
Each of us the others neighbour, and not one of us without a heart...
Thus I ask yours...
Do you hear yours thumping against Times demand for your hand...
For as it has been said, None of us will leave this life alive...
So why do we let rage roar at love, what do we have to fear...
Remember everyone's tears are clear...
©Westly Shakespeares

Days passed by and so did the months
Your memories and love still do haunt
Enchanting every word you told me
Those days I want to stop by
Leaning against your arms
Locked my gaze upon your eyes
Your flickering body against mine
Our love and tenderness then shine
#Rhymes

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#PDflashbackFriday

Elements

Climbing to the deepest bottom of the sea,
going down to the highest and steepest mountain,
flying inside of the reddest and alive volcano,
letting me adrift fueled by dark energy in galaxies.

Everywhere I was happy and I was earth and wave,
everywhere I was all that encloses and closes me,
everywhere the wind caressed me and I felt its scent,
everywhere, here and there, I met and liked people.

In each tree and even on each leaf I breathed freedom,
with all, I have filled my heart, even when undone,
I was everything until what I've been against.

In all I went through, I've forever stayed,
a whisper a laugh a beacon a fragrance,
I am all and everything that feeds on being alive.
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TODAY’S POEM OF THE DAY IS BY +Archie Papa

Good evening ladies and gentle men,

Over here Friday is already past, and I know that the poem I picked is rather present (posted a few minutes ago) but what is time amongst friends... fluid...

Good night

Ink

(PS: pls do read and appreciate Archie’s poem... it’s so worth it)

In This Place

These simple words
might be all I have
in this place
better they should tell
of who I am
and not who I was
or wish to be

We are sharing time
in this place
without knowing
how much of it
we might have left
to give

In this place
the here and now have met
as you and I bear witness
to the miracle
at hand

A soul will find the words
a heart has come to say
in this place

©2016
Archie Papa...

https://plus.google.com/107241171436934489643/posts/P8WJbhSDJbu

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#PDFlashback #PoetsDream #poetry

In This Place

These simple words
might be all I have
in this place
better they should tell
of who I am
and not who I was
or wish to be

We are sharing time
in this place
without knowing
how much of it
we might have left
to give

In this place
the here and now have met
as you and I bear witness
to the miracle
at hand

A soul will find the words
a heart has come to say
in this place

©2016
Archie Papa...
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Sail by God's Compass and Map
Sail by God’s Compass and Map

There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
Its mast was like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity

This nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
had a proud history but it wasn’t always full of smooth sailing

They had met many different faces of the storms that occur in this fallen world

They had battled their way through many storms by their faith in their Creator
He through his holy Spirit He gave them the strength of nerves of steel
He place a burning will to fight to overcome their foes in them that no winds of a hurricane could blow out
He gave them a lantern of opportunism that no doubt could swallow up with its darkness

They rowed their ores against the waves of civil wars that tried to saw their ship into two halves
They fault against pirates who tried to commandeer ships from other lands
to plunder their booty and subjugate their crews under tyrannical rule

There came a time this nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
became prideful and place their faith in their successful adventure they had and in the booty, they had acquired
They decided to mutiny against the Creator
In their deluded mines they tied Him up and abandoned Him on an uncharted island

The nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship hoisted their sail of opportunity
to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity
when they were on their way
they took the tools that the Creator gave them to safely navigate the oceans
and threw them overboard

They decided to seek a new destiny by exploring uncharted waters
They were met by a hideous fierce ogre of a storm that open its mouth and swallow them whole like they were a small piece of bread

The once strong like red wood trees masts had become dry rotted by the spirit of un- thankfulness and were easy for the storm to snatch them away along with them
sails
the storm toss the ship from one wave to another like a clown juggles balls at a circus

The spirit of courage melted inside them and they coward in a corner
For they no long had the Holy Spirit with them to give them nerves of steel
To ignite flames of a fighting spirit in them
To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness of hopelessness

The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
Could have use their ores to row toward safe waters
But they didn’t have the compass of the Holy Spirit to morally guide them in the right direction to the safe waters

They no long had the map the creator had given them so they could find out where they were in relationship to the boundaries of the safe and treacherous waters.

The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tail sailing ship
Could save them self and what was left of their ship if they would untie The Creator and retrieve Him from the uncharted Island they had abandoned Him on in their deluded minds

To Swallow their pride and humbly call out to Him to rescue them from the cure hands of the storm

To confess and repent from their muteness ways
To ask the Creator to restore their ship and to enable them to sail their ship once again under His banner
By using the compass and map He has equipped them with to safely navigate the ocean of the world

Written by Stephen Vattimo
August 10,2015

XV

I never believed
In magical things
Till i met her....
My beautiful angel
Without wings

©mikedavis2018
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