When Friends Meet

When friends meet : hearts warm
Time is shared, & memories form
Into hours you speak about, oft repeat again
Those recalled thoughts, become like a chain
They’re linked together; like arms reaching hands
Uniting as : teams, clans, families, or bands
And even when events, are not ‘just right’
Time bonds true friends ~ ‘glues’ them tight
As each heart, mind, & blended soul
Is held by each, from their own role
Together they’ll share, any calm, ev’ry storm
When friends meet : hearts stay strong, & warm

P a r t n e r s

Equal as partners, & equal as friends
Quick to apologize, & make amends
Willing to listen, until understands
Open discussion ~ replacing demands
Striving to meet, each soul’s needs
Wanting to be, where the other leads
Between people who are, true partners
Love & forgiveness, often occurs
Less angry words, which makes others sad
And letting go, what went wrong or bad
Allowance for boundaries, & personal space
Words are gentler, without any trace
Of sarcasm, spite, or blaming acts
No abuse, strings, or twisted facts
Each seeks direction, of where to go
How to lift the other, from feeling low
Gratitude & affection, willingly sent
Encourages with sincere, compliment
Love shared freely, produces great husband & wife
Equal partners in marriage; true partners for ‘life’ !

Y o u r A l l

Dear Lady ~ YAH’s called you, to do certain works for Him
He decided you’re one of His Lights ~ no other can ever dim
Chose you because of : your Love, giving, & service
Knew you’d give Him ”Your All ‘; His mark you’ll never miss
He is aware how hard it is ; how much you struggle & toil
Suggests to re-read that He too, has angry thoughts that boil
YAH’s counting up the blessings, to bestow on you
Tho’ you haven’t yet received, more than just a few
He delights in storing them up, to give out later on
Not one will be forgotten, reduced down, or gone
These pains will soon come, to YAH’s chosen end
He will prove how much He Loves, as a true Friend
He wants you to know, ‘Your All’ you give Him now
Is returned by His Wise Love, so you can figure how
To withstand the evil rejections, the dishonesties
Those ‘dirty tricks’ will wish they’d shown, you more loyalties
YAH knows each one of them, will call them all out
Then shower you with His blessings ~ you’ll HalleluYAH shout !
You will be rewarded His special way, before very long
With blessings oh so precious, warm, & gently-strong
Know how much you are truly Loved ~ for who you really are ~
A Special Lady picked out by :
Super Special YAH !


Friendship is a special gift
Of kindness and much charm,
It seeks to be well-favored
Rather than to do one harm.
It focuses on others
And reaches out its hand,
Encouraging the fallen
To arise and take a stand.
The person who has friendship
Abiding in his soul
Has a special gift of love
More precious than fine gold.
Such a one looks not within
But outward does he see,
With eyes of gentle kindness
For a help he wants to be.
May this special gift of love
Be one we all seek for,
So that we may be a friend
To the trodden and the poor.

Each Friend

Each friend: fills certain needs
Each friend: satisfies, shapes & feeds
Wants, desires, & various feelings
Helps the other, with their healings
From worldly pains, upsets, & woes
Sharing thoughts, as each one goes
About the business, of living life
Seeking to find, good from strife
Each friend: has, a special way
Of filling voids, by things they say
Giving hope & support, to trying starts
And bringing calm, to troubled hearts
Each friend you’re given ‘ you cannot replace
By just anyone else, in this human race
Because each friend is, a special bond
For that person, you’re more than fond
They have entered, your inner soul
Blended spirits ~ filled ‘cup & bowl’
Each friend is a gift, to provide balance
Not one is by ‘luck’, or happenstance
But divine intervention ‘ His careful design
So I Thank YAH~ you’re a Friend of mine!

Friend or Foe

Accept me ~ instead of ‘correct’ me
Love me ~ not shove thoughtlessly
Let me be ‘me’, & you be ‘you’
And the One Who knows what I am, do
The converting of mind, an inner guide
The friendly voice, willing to bide
I can’t add to yours, so please don’t try
To lower my thoughts, whenever I reach for high
Have to find for myself, wrong from right
Discern ‘ism’ from Truth, & dark from Light
When I’m ready, to learn a new task
If I need any help ~ I’ll up-front ask
Your support is appreciated, as I’m being built
But only if ‘pure gold’ ~ not paint over guilt
Friends are needed, to spend time, & talk
Encourage each other, in their faith, & walk
Just trusting that I can hear, Truth that’s sound
Makes you a friend, I’m grateful I’ve found
Then my soul’s comforted, as no thoughts of woe
No more questions whether, you’re really friend, or foe


my dad is a man
handsome man
a rugged man
a hardworking man
but most of all he is a gentleman.

there is none like my dad
cause he makes me glad
he has little time to waste
cause he is always moving at great pace.
my dad always working round the yard
sweeping up on the farm
picking up stuff here and there
showing always that he care.

i love my dad so
cause he is the only you know
who understands and listen to me
cause he is truly unique.

so when your dad is around
please dont hesitate or frown
make sure he is treated with the best
cause there is none to contest.

Moving On and Moving Out

I was once a big shot who had such small plans,
now I’m humbled to be placed in someone else’s hands.
It’s my end to a beginning and a beginning of an end,
I’ve made bad mistakes but I’ve also made good friends.
It’s funny how time goes by slower than we want it to,
yet faster than we need it to when we’re with our crew.
It’s harder to say “I love you” than it is to just say “hi”,
and in eternity’s light we’ll never have to say “goodbye”.
A picture’s been painted and a chapter’s been done,
but the race is still running and the fight is far from won.
The people are now asking “who, what, where,
how and why?”, so have faith and your answers
will come in YAH’s time.
Prices paid, wisdom gained.
Running hard,
reaching stars.

The Pearl

In the ocean waters
Dwell the clam and oyster too
They live down on the bottom
Where on sand they may well chew.
Sometimes the sand goes in
When the mouth is opened wide
Stuck and lodged in solitude
There a grain may be inside.
This piece of sand alone
May be left to grind all day
Irritation may it cause
If by chance it’s there to stay.
By this irritation
Over many days gone by
There a precious pearl is made
It’s a treasure to hold high.
Such the like is one’s faith
When it’s tried throughout the day
With the passage of much time
Faith becomes a pearl inlay.