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“Truth is neither alive nor dead; it just aggravates itself all the time.”
~ Mark Twain ~
Picture Poems a poems written for, and pasted on, pictures, paintings or graphic art. The poem describes or emulated the picture in verse.
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“Truth is neither alive nor dead; it just aggravates itself all the time.”
~ Mark Twain ~
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IDOLATRY
You worship another along with your brothers, and carve them as statues: rather than you.
Denying your Self: gather dust on a shelf. You shatter and crumble like stone in a jungle.
Choose a man to be cause over you: You become them, then you lose You.
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Lawrence R. Spencer
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“Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home
When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I’ll take you there
I hear your voice, it’s like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I’m falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me
When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I’ll take you there
Like a child you whisper softly to me
You’re in control just like a child
Now I’m dancing
It’s like a dream, no end and no beginning
You’re here with me, it’s like a dream
Let the choir sing
When you call my name it’s like a little prayer
I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I’ll take you there
Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there
Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there
It’s like a dream to me!”
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Today I felt a wound so deep
my eyes refused to weep.
may innocent souls
find rest and peace.
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in memory of 15 december 2012
Lawrence R. Spencer
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