Paula's Poetry

  une is .... Just when you come to grips Unburied memories deliver blips Nestled between birthdays blast Eternity opened and marriage passed Jelled into a milestone settling into a calm cascade Until notice of friendship online almost two decades Nod from God, calls WT Richards home, dies the flesh Eternal time takes precedent for a spirit refresh. ~PLMS/PCSS~6.7.2022 1948-2022 Richards

 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

 Title: Unheard Mankind Under the yoke of  Nobility in line or riches Heavy is the burden to shelter Earning not enough for the bread All through history, suppression  Reared and put the voices into Death of the flesh Making the populace sheep,  Acting dumb to actions, hoping Nothing will take away the rest Kindle in their breasts Imagining a better world needs voices Never thinking they play a part in Death or life - inaction, unheard, grave. ~PLS/PCS~1.8.2024  

  WEDDING DAY...BLUES Witness this day a blushing bride's Emotions run high, Hoping Days to come will be without sighs Disenchantment, and busy days coping Invoke missing closeness, gone are the hugs No longer having the loving words of courting Gone too in the flurry is love now called humbugs Dios calls for unconditional love kept supporting All committed, not changing as if the heels are flats Yearning for new changes are not in His plans But kindness, love, hugs, not giving into rows Living in harmony though world's chaos, remember banns Unless calmness, God's love shows. Eternity's peace awaits those who win over misbehaving Searching within self and home will rekindle the first craving. PLMS/PCSS 1.12.2022 All reactions: 10 Waqar Ijaz, Deepa Sabharwal and 8 others 1 Share

  WEDDING DAY...BLUES Witness this day a blushing bride's Emotions run high, Hoping Days to come will be without sighs Disenchantment and busy days coping Invoke missing closeness; gone are the hugs No longer having the loving words of courting Gone too in the flurry is love now called humbugs Dearest Almighty calls for unconditional love kept supporting All committed, not changing as if the heels are flats Yearning for new changes is not in His plans But kindness, love, hugs, not giving into raucous rows Living in harmony through the world's chaos, remember banns Unless calmness, which is God's love, shows. Eternity's peace awaits those who win over misbehaving Searching within self and home will rekindle the first craving. revised 1.12.2023 ~PLMS/PCSS~photo Holly Jacobs I wrote this while remembering my marriage of fifty-two years through all its ups and downs. Knowing love never dies but does expand. The original was written on my wedding day to my second husband. I ...

  This Poet Today is in the sunset time Hard put, not to write in rhyme Instead of free-flowing the rhythms Strictly is kept close, so no schisms, Poetry was sunrise days with teen Overcoming outsider pressures Ears to hear and nose to grind the stone Time to overcome traumas, aiming high. ~PLMS/PCSS~ 1.11.2023 Prompt description of self Latter Clarity Acrostic. Reining Scattered Wording All reactions: 12 Nancy Ndeke, Waqar Ijaz and 10 others 8 Share

  SO NO ONE CAN BOAST Surprisingly not, too many fail at playing God Only God Almighty, the Only One Nature attests to His greatness, and in all Of the divine scriptures, humankind, beasts On turf, in seas, and in the air, all are His design Nature vibrates to his tuning, and its sports all Exotic colors: the deepest black to the palest white Carnal nature is the challenge, ego-inflated, and lust-filled. Anger-driven tantrums only escalate as creatures mature Neglected as tots, turned away when attention was sought But embrace knowing we cannot accomplish anything, Other than what our Creator deems we can handle and in Him All is accomplished; even our good works are His spirit-driven So relax,,, do the right thing; let frustration, anger, and hate be Tossed aside, drop loads leading to death before your time. Photo Christina Serghiescu ~PLMS/PCSS~ 01.10,2023 All reactions: 8 Beatriz Romero, Robynn Gabel Okes and 6 others 3 Share