Poetry moves in rhythm and rhyme, as a cadence of words is meted out to form an harmony of spirit that awakens the soul. Original poetry without any AI assistance is posted here.
In the news a twitter calls Clamors to a post. What he wrote was stupid. What he said a roast! With every pointing finger. Comes three a pointing back. Never did you falter?! Born without a lack?In all the clamor gossip, Opinion clamors most. Did you yourself once meet The author of that post?From […]
Father GOD, I am where I am. I have done what I have done. I could lament, and I do, what I have done. I could regret, and I do, what decisions I have made. I could chastise myself, and I do, for the choices I made.But, what is the use? Father GOD, I
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The One Who Was The Word Spoken, The Word that Spoken Created the universe, Became the Babe Whose “Spoken Words” Were not Spoken.His muted Words Were mere cries, coos of human babe. The One Who Was, with Father, One with Him, Beheld each Creation day to Declare of what He Saw, “It is Good!” Became