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Poems by Smoldering Wick

A Glass of Wine

A glass of wine will send for time,
A momentary kiss,
While it intoxicates the mind,
To fleeting fields of bliss,
And empty is its happiness,
And bitter is its pill,
While we presumed its kindliness,
Awakens later still.


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Truth Rejected

As waters ran so crystal clear,
No evil thought could make me fear,
That sunny days might bring a tear,
To dim the morning light.

It was as if I passed the night,
And wakened to a day so bright,
It shone upon the raven’s flight,
Beneath the forest green.

And there I found a life serene,
Though I had thought my mind so keen,
Had learned so well the truth I’d seen,
That others had not known.

And though I carved it out of stone,
And stored true waters I would own,
I found that I was all alone,
With drink I could not share;

For I had climbed a lonely stair,
Exhausted soon of life and care,
And I had cried in my despair,
Above this crowded world;

When I saw wind as it had swirled,
The sails of time and flags it furled,
And while the smoke of conflict curled,
I saw what lay ahead.

And though so wise these words I said,
They did not ease this desperate dread,
That vessels pure from which I fed
Were far too real for me.

And how I longed to be set free,
And to renounce sagacity,
I drained my cisterns to the sea,
Beyond regretful eyes,

That now are joined in this disguise,
By those who yearned to be so wise,
Exchanging history just for lies,
And potions so untrue.

So clear it was, that vision too,
That I should never taste the dew,
High up beneath that sky so blue,
That once flowed in this stream I knew,
The truth I could not share.


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Kidnapped

The moving van drove down the street
When he was only three,
And little did he know he'd meet
A girl as old as he.

She stood upon the porch that day,
While movers came and went;
She said that she would never stay,
With wistful discontent;

For she had been a castaway,
From vague and distant lands,
Where gypsies came from faraway,
And bound her feet and hands;

They wrapped her up in cellophane,
And put her in a box,
And sent her on a cargo plane,
With nothing but her socks.

And he believed her story long,
It was not hard to see,
For he knew she could not be wrong,
He’d seen it on TV.


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Hi Smoldering Wick.....I'm glad you're here and took your old name back!!!


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01-06-2007 07:50 PM
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The Canyon

A darker day was never spent than one turned into night
That takes the hope of life itself and drives it out of sight;
It was the time I can recall when ventures did abound,
For all the days I sparred with fear it was a day profound;
As many mountains have I scaled, and valleys have I spanned,
For all the dreams that I fulfilled, risk was at my command,
But never had I ever thought I might have reached this wall,
Or met my match a chasm wide, a mountain far too tall.

The canyon is a deadly game, deception is its way,
An illusion of a simple trek, a careless passageway,
Which brings to one his journey’s end but therein lies its sting,
To climb back out the will is crushed, it is a senseless thing;
For down I went to valley’s floor no effort in my flight,
And there was never but a sign to contemplate the night,
That I escape its lethal game which only fools had played,
And tried to find my way back home when all my power strayed.

Thus through the night I climbed the crag the lonely, narrow path,
And as I did I pondered long the canyon’s growing wrath,
As silhouetted clouds did mount a darkened, angry sky,
I lay upon the ground I did, and there began to cry;
My strength betrayed sagacity, for never had I met
The match for all my training long, too simple to regret.

And as I lay upon my breast, my sickened body pinned
Beneath the grasp of a venomous asp, my hair blew in the wind
That whistled through the towers grand and called to me by name,
And told me that there was no help, and there I would remain,
Until renews the morning hues of all the living world,
But I will be a withered tree with limbs the canyon furled.


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Shadows of Light

Please do not fear my purpose here,
Is merely to impart,
A gentle ray that strayed today,
From sunshine to your heart;

For though it seems I came to you,
With whispers in the night,
These words so clear, do hold them dear,
Within your heart so tight;

From yesterday I came today,
That you should not suspect,
That I might find your hideaway,
The place that you protect;

And though tonight, while I am here
To light this candle bright,
I’ll only stay to bring a tear,
With just a tiny light;

And though you feel this vision real,
Recall I’m just a dream,
From dwellings far, a distant star,
Within your eye to gleam;

So do not fear I’ll stay with you,
To sleep within your heart,
For ever should your dream come true,
My shadow will depart.


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very Beautiful Smoldering Wick--wow-- :hibye::friends:


''In the midst of winter I finally learned that in me there was an invincible summer.'' Albert Camus

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The Fine Fight of Faith

What difference is there in the one,
Who wickedly does plot
To carry out some evil act,
As vile hearts were taught;

Whereas there are so many who,
While in their weakened state,
Will thoughtlessly and without plan,
Forsake their guarded gate;

So often lured, intentions blurred,
They act against their will,
And hate themselves for all they’ve done,
And down their bitter pill;

But take to heart, O hapless friend,
For you have made your mark,
Upon this day in which you strayed,
New pathways to embark;

And bear in mind there always will
Be crooked paths you trod,
Though try you may, to your dismay,
You’ll always sadden God;

For on your trail of broken words,
And sins that you allowed,
You’ll always slip upon a word,
And break what you had vowed;

And though it seems you’re cut so deep,
And dismal is your day,
Ten thousand acts of sacrifice,
Will never it repay;

And while it seems all should be lost,
There always is new light,
And though you ask, “What is the point—
That I prolong this fight?”
There is no reason you should lose
A battle against sin,
For Jesus loves you and gives strength
To conquer all within;

Yes—threats from outside, dangers in,
So many give us strife,
We’re always on the crossroads,
Of spring’s new dawning life;

So take your time and pray to God,
Your Father of all hope,
And be reminded that your Lord
Will ever help you cope;

And should you keep these near your heart,
Temptations won’t prevail,
For they are Pillars on your road,
Your watercourse to sail;

And should tempestuous winds sweep past
Your prow with too much lure,
May faith steer you to ocean streams,
And to a love secure.


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Of Love

Love is not a windy thing,
it does not tell you lies,
It cannot be to one revealed,
while others in disguise;
And love exposes evil ways,
while good things it rewards,
And should we try to twist the good,
it's bad we come towards;

So search your heart, O earthly ones,
walk not the ways of pain,
And crave the love of God and good,
and hate all wicked gain,
For what is love, but loyalty,
a beacon in the night?
Though there be evil on your path,
just keep it clear in sight;

For it’s a pillar in the sky
that henceforth makes us say,
“There can be nothing left behind,
that forward guides my way;”
Thence walk in ways of no regret
and love what has been kind,
And call no mind to all you sought
but left so far behind;

And should you contemplate a day
that you might disavow
The tenderness that once loved you,
but does more deeply now,
Just let it flow in deeper prayer
joined with who share your plight,
For if you do, you’ll love yourself
for keeping up the fight.


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Discernment - a serious thought

Discernment

What is this thing that we constantly measure,
And weigh out for others to see?
And what are these things that we seek for our treasure,
Confining our reason to be?

And why are we wanting just things that are beautiful,
Rejecting what others despise;
And why do we give ourselves just to be dutiful,
While hating things faithful and wise?

For hollow are words that just measure dimension,
Perceptions of rules so confined
That barely is mentioned the earnest intention
To love what is simple, refined;

So search for the truth that resides in hearts genuine,
And lamps that burn silent yet bright,
Where deep within acumen swings a great pendulum,
Of judgments that change through the night;

For some day, yes one day, will come in a season,
‘Mid billowing clouds of a storm,
That we might for treason be hunted for reason,
Of clearing the shrouds of reform;

While driven to find are sincere humankind,
Who search for an answer that’s clear,
While twisted are minds of the perishing blind,
And all of those faint out of fear;

So take some advice from this wise old contrarian,
Forsake now the galloping herd,
And walk not the pathways of beast, bird and carrion,
Rejecting the ways of the Word.


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Beautiful and thank you Bro! :clap:

Lots of much needed advice for this punk!

LOVE to you my brother!

your bro -- beau! :thumbsup::D:hug:


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ONE shining
crystal-clear
What is this thing that we constantly measure,
And weigh out for others to see?
And what are these things that we seek for our treasure,
Confining our reason to be?
=(( OUR WOMAN ZION ))=

For some day, yes one day, will come in a season,
‘Mid billowing clouds of a storm,
That we might for treason be hunted for reason,
Of clearing the shrouds of reform;
Humankind is called on to observe how unchanging NATURE follows GOD's WILL."

Ez 38:9
9 And you will be bound to come up. Like a storm you will come in. Like clouds to cover the land you will become, you and all your bands and many peoples with you.”’
“So take some advice from this wise old contrarian,
Forsake now the galloping herd, And walk not the pathways of beast, bird and carrion,
Rejecting the ways of the Word.”
(Yes the fatterned Herd)


Thank You Smouldering Wick

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Well, be assured that the God Jehovah. The One the Jews of old
worshiped - is the very same God that we worship.
And because we worship this God of the Jews,
We cannot be classed as a new movement.
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THE GETTING OF WISDOM
How to get By on JEHOVAH GOD
1  I =(())= flame

• What are people’s strategies? (Learn to Live with = THE WRATH =) the first resurrection ….. leap …..
• Are there reliable warning signs? ( Very Cloudy Days ) ha,ha : ) I
• Can the benefits of a creative surge be harnessed without getting ‘burnt’, or isn’t this possible? ( No It’s to do with weighing Up )
• Without romanticising such a fierce illness, have there been any upsides?
• ( From Time to Time you get to Meet JEHOVAH GOD ) get Touched by His Spirit …..
• I Heard about the COMET. He Teaches Me …..
• Yes I Live With Bi-Polar , sometimes in God’s personality…..
Ez 38:9
9 And you will be bound to come up. Like a STORM you will come in. Like CLOUDS to cover the land you will become, you and all your bands and many peoples with you.”’
Spirit of KING JESUS

George Floyd


Well, be assured that the God Jehovah. The One the Jews of old
worshiped - is the very same God that we worship.
And because we worship this God of the Jews,
We cannot be classed as a new movement.
LIVE THE KINGDOM NOW

01-19-2007 03:25 AM
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A Private Interlude

A Private Interlude

She walked beneath the clouds so gray,
Down by the avenue,
Where buildings smoldered columned smoke,
and lights kept changing hue,
And there she chanced on beggar’s palms,
While it seemed very strange,
That he’d not ask for any alms,
And begged not any change,
Yet there within her heart she knew,
Upon the avenue—

“Though we have met along the way,”
his silent stare did speak,
“I bear you garlands of the past and tiny blooms unique,
And I caught breath of fireweed from off the warming breeze,
Where winds blew in from meadowlands,
From fields that were so sweet
Of pure cologne swept in alone
From all the waving leaves;

“And I did not just linger there within a subtle smile,
But stayed to whisper boyhood dreams for just a little while
Before the windstorm of your heart collected memories,
And blew them far away to where are places no one sees,
Beneath the quickened waters of
Your dreams of discontent,
That I should see in falling streams,
Where all your petals went.”

And in her eyes welled rising tides
Of reminiscence old,
While deep within her stony stare,
A glistened story told
Of why she cared to never share her tragic severed trust,
For deep within her angry heart welled waves of things unjust
While silent stared her heart to share her wasted ways of whim,
She opened doors from ocean floors of guarded seraphim

“O let me look upon those eyes, etched in that weathered skin,
For deep therein are furrowed fields of love undimmed of kin
Disguised perhaps with hopes betrayed by those not so humane,
Unkind are wounds that led you here,
With wrapped scarf, coat and cane;
Now had I been the soul of kin, or had I learned to cry,
Companions of the heart might we, be of our days gone by,
Like children who have touched and loved, and mem’ries unafraid
Of timeless friendships in a world, where none shall ever fade.”

His face seemed carved of hardened wood, his hands of fired clay,
And wrinkled like his garments were, they seemed of sodden hay,
Though he had never spoke a word and not until that day,
Did he with shrouded spirit move his heart upon her way,
As driftwood through the writhing sea where others feared to go,
Embedding deep his anchor sure where all such secrets flow,
And therein planted tenderness and blooms of better days,
So that she strayed to smile at him—a wistful distant gaze,
While misty rains began to fall as swollen seas would drench,
And she would sit right next to him upon that soggy bench,
While torrents in her heart poured out to his indulgent touch,
For he had cared enough to share, his love for her so much.

“I loved you when your world was new,” She felt his withered hand,
“I love you now for innocence, just in this moment grand,
And I can no more wish for you, that yet there'll come to be,
Emancipation from this life, and all its misery.”

And so they sat there motionless,
As rain fell more and more,
Locked in their mortal lives entwined by life’s eternal door,
And turned did he upon her eyes as though his fight was won,
For he was one to speak at last,
Before the day was done:

“I am the children of your life, the father of your soul,
I loved you from the setting sun, till morning afterglow;
Upon your face I am the star to warm your heart by night,
And through all dawning days to come, I’ll be within so bright,
As while this cloud grows ever dark, as life is not our own,
I will not cease to bring you joy, nor leave you all alone,
Like colored sprays of new bouquets,
Returning every spring,
I will forever love you true,
While to your heart I’ll cling.”



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Fear

It was his doom, this dungeon room,
Where all must go but not too soon,
For truth to be revealed,
For cold drips damp mossed cobblestone,
Dank darkness flows this place to roam
A labyrinth once sealed,

They are the chambers of a heart
That grew of guilt so far apart
With interwoven doubt,
It is a philosophic tomb,
For time and space he thought immune
Of things that paupers flout,

As he escaped to find his place,
In vagrance of this land of grace,
And gross ineptitude,
While in exchange there grows a want
For all the things that others flaunt
Yet always will elude
Incessant trackers who control
His mind and heart and timid soul
Insistent on demise
For he was always on the run,
His hapless race was never won,
With faces in disguise,
That recognition was entombed
In distant past where future loomed
An ominous intent,
As herewithin this chamber room,
The turmoil, chaos, all resume
To sanction discontent;

And now as darkness follows light,
And voices bring in mists a fright,
Surrounding him where he
Could only wish he left alone
These demons of the past that roam,
To vent captivity;

For now he cannot find the bliss,
Where he once felt the morning kiss
Upon his vagrant heart
That dwells now in such solitude
That none can see vicissitude
Is tearing him apart.


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