Paula's Poetry

 Patrick, my November son Although not my number one Turned into my Atsy and Drama King Ready in wit and tongue Indeed, ready with elaborate Charm to fit a fine tale Knowing with a wink, we knew Son was our rainbow baby Hale and harty and like his Elder and younger brothers Never known to say no to Every one in any need.  I am really proud of each one of you in  your overall strengths and thankful to God for your humane aspects, and glad that you  have used your talents to help over the years. Happy Birthday, Patrick!

  This poem, my dear   Paula Shene   ,beautifully expresses a deep reverence and devotion to the divine, invoking various names and attributes to convey a sense of awe and humility. The imagery of being embraced by eternal light and the willingness to serve   with unconditional love adds depth to the spiritual journey depicted. Overall, it's a heartfelt ode to the Almighty, capturing the essence of faith and devotion. MY GOD WHAT DO I SEE Many names do I have for you Almighty God, Allah Author of all the Word Architect of the Universe Great Spirit in the Sky And many more when I explore You guide us to worship in the essence of our being and the purity of our beliefs. What I must do when I seek your Word in our Holy Books your Spirit must be upon me. Enbibing your Spirit into my soul and ego, I dedicate my Spirit solely to you, my Lord. I have only the hands to serve, the willingness to help all within my ken, to shine your Unconditional love, for you are our love in...

  Nancy Ndeke Amen and Amen    . Its a beautiful poem dear Nancy ' Now is all time there is, Anchored unto eternitys sure frame Never ever to doubt divine Creators signature born by all, Year to year to infinity.

  Asked for an acrostic love poem using our first name PAULA Peace be upon you Allowing the world to see Universal grace from God Love unbounded Almighty mercy to grow into love. ~PLMS/PCSS~ 4.6.2022

 دگی کی سب سے بڑی حقیقت موت ہے۔ "وہاں رہا، یہ کر لیا" دروازوں کا تصور کریں۔ خدا ہمیں نصیحت کرتا ہے۔ خدا ہمیں آزاد مرضی دیتا ہے۔ انا سب چاہتا ہے، جبکہ انا روح میں بویا گیا خدا کا بیج تکمیل چاہتا ہے۔ تک ٹیسٹ مشکل ہیں۔ احساس جاگتا ہے۔ انا استعمال کرتا ہے اور گالیاں کہہ رہی ہیں میری زندگی خود ساختہ ہے۔ میں اپنے جہاز کا کپتان ہوں۔ سارا کریڈٹ لیتے ہوئے، پراٹفالز پر چیخنا اکثر خدا یا پر لعنت بھیجتے ہیں۔ ساتھی مرد. سننے کی طرف سے قیادت ایک بہتر طریقہ ہے بے شک! لیکن اپنی گرفت چھوڑنا نہیں چاہتے کال پر جمع کرانے کے خلاف لڑنا اگرچہ، اب تک، وہ جانتے ہیں ان کے کال کرنے کے وقت میں عرض ہے، وہ یا تو روشنی کو دیکھتے ہیں۔ ان کی مرضی کی صفائی میں موت کو نیچے رکھ دیا جائے گا یا انا اب بھی اپنے طریقے سے کرنے کے حق پر قابض ہے۔ اور راستبازی کی راہ کی طرف راغب کرنے کا چکر ان کو مزید جانچ پڑتال اور ان کی طرح جھنجھوڑ کر لے جاتا ہے۔ منتظر حقیقی روشنی کی حقیقت کی طرف بڑھیں۔ ~PLS/PCS~ 2.16.2024 The biggest reality of life is death. "Been there, done that." Imagine doorways  God gives us counsel ...

  Walt Whitman was considered the father of free verse. He was a journalist, essayist, and poet; He was controversial because of his lifestyle. He was also a humanist. During the American civil war, he went to Washington D.C to help in the hospitals with the men wounded. On this earth from 1819 until 1892: dying at the age of 72. He was born on Long Island, Nassau County, and raised in Brooklyn, New York City, where he also spent most of his career. He quit school at age 11 to work. His collection of poetry Leaves of Grass was self-published In 1855. He made multiple revisions until his death. attached is my photo and Walt Whitman Getty google photo