Thanks,
Beth


TransportedYou didn't get on board a train Or travel there by car This trip, you said, was much too long The journey just too far.Transported
You couldn't fly there on a plane Or sail beyond the sea It seems more trouble than it's worth: Why not stay here with me?
A bus ticket would not suffice Nor taxi fare come through This territory is unmapped Though certainly not new.
You didn't plan a return trip And, deep down, I knew why; This journey of a lifetime would Begin the day you died.


TwilightShe does not glimpse the road ahead night's damsel of distress shrouds of mist surround Her frame a queer and ghostly dress Her footing sure and presence calm the grace of one so bold as to command the wind, the rain when autumn's light turns cold.Twilight
She dwelt a living soul, it's said some thousand years ago so cold a heart was never known compassion froze below When peal'd the funeral bell that morn arrived a lonely hearse her cal


Stagesit begins with a breath in shock, surveys his surroundings what is this place?Stages
so cold so bright life.
it starts with a look in interest, conveys his attraction what is this feeling? so strong so right love.
it arrives with a panic in anxiety, heightens his excitement what is this miracle? so small so momentous parenthood.
it comes with a finality in peace, beckons him home what is this place? so calm so dark death.


This is NotThis is not a poem, you see It lacks a structure, obviously Its rhyming choices are all wrong About as subtle as a gongThis is Not
This does not constitute a verse Almost offensive as a curse It's harsh and crude, does not reflect An inkling of writer's respect
This cannot tell of love and life Nor present anger, grief, and strife Fantastic dreams and warmth inside Do not within this work reside
I'm sorry to have let you down Writing is harder than it sounds So this is not a poem from heart In fact ... I could not even start


The Prince ShortagePrinces . Princes . Princes? Where, in the name of poetic devices, are they? Now, dont get me wrong; I couldnt care less about white horses and magical swords handed out by waterlogged nymphs. But, theres nothing like a strapping young lad oppressed by his evil uncle to get your heart a-fluttering.The Prince Shortage
When I was young I was promised princes.
Noble steed or not; its all aboutm principle. I dont go for long golden tresses particularly or slender buildIm simply looking for princes.
Correction: prince.
I cant believe that there


The Otter"Do you love me?" said the otter to the cow. "I do not," the cow replied. "How can I?"The Otter
"I am not an otter. You are not a cow." "How is it that I can love you?"
The otter nodded, and moved on. An otter and a cow, he scoffed.
"Did you love me?" said the otter to the duck. "I did not," the duck replied. "How could I?"
"I never was an otter. You never were a duck." "How is it that I could love you?"
The otter nodded, and shook his head. A duck, what was I thinking? he moaned.
"Will you love me?" said the otter to the hen.
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ALL MY LIFE IS FOR YOU LORD JESUS.
FOR YOUR BLOOD AND MERCY FOR ALL OF US
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