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Comment by Chavah Kinloch on March 30, 2010 at 6:53pm

I'm looking for some creative bloggers to exchange links with. Stop by if you're interested :) http://blog.chavahkinloch.com/all/attention-bloggers/

Comment by Sherri Gittings (Gabrielle) on February 27, 2010 at 4:56pm

I luv writing poems.When my Son was in the service I wrote letters to him often and always included sometype of poetry. Roses are red, Violets are blue, I am here to introduce myself to you. My name is Sherri

Comment by Lori Osterman on February 25, 2010 at 10:29am

When We Listen Hello everyone,
I am a writer, an Author and a Poet. I just released my book of Poetry 'Looking To Be Seen' in January. I post poetry to my blog When We Listen If you get a chance to stop by and say "hi" please do. My book is available on Amazon

Excited to be apart of the group.
Lori

Comment by Mommy Dearest on December 18, 2009 at 5:09pm

Even the man in the moon,
will tell you, he has flaws
The brightest stars in the galaxies,
will confess their not perfect at all
So why do the short, desire to be tall,
the large day dream about being small
For ugly or beautiful, at some point,
that, we've all been inwardly and outwardly called
To imperfection, not a choice or election,
when void of God, there is no perfection
Just mirrored reflections, of a sun damaged self,
yet, still loved by the Creator Himself

Lord, Instruct the Moon Struck,
Mommy Dearest

Comment by Mommy Dearest on November 1, 2009 at 10:07am

Eye See You

I see a face on a computer screen...snap shoots or dreams
Sad memories, flashed back like old movie scenes
Void of personal experience...yet well acquainted, by all means
An unfamiliar voice in my head...or random comments read
Bitter words, so longed to be said...to me or the one that I wed
But silence has been the thread
That passes through the poetic eye, appropriately placed, in my head
Images that may needle me, until I be dead
Covered by my Comforter, stitched in red...the Blood Christ shed
To free, feelings to long spent, in hiding...only heart and soul confiding, in themselves
Thank God the Spirit dwells...regenerates what was once a tortured souls living hell
Yes, time will tell...The Holiest of Holy, who bases forgiveness solely, on actions
That speak louder than words...completely purge...the unforgiveness that no longer surges
Now that I see you through God's Eye

Eye See You,
Mommy Dearest

Comment by Mommy Dearest on October 25, 2009 at 12:29pm

Erased by Grace

I don’t care…where it came from
And how it got its start
Lord…just take it away
Purge it from my heart
Erase it from my memory
Let it take its place in history
Along with the nameless dead
Buried in graves
with no tombstone at their head
vaguely remembered
like the cold of December
that turns to a warming spring
Oh God please bring
The cleansing rain
Wash away the pain
Till no trace of it remains
No blame
Just a spotless name
Peace of mind unstained
Innocents reclaimed
Transformed…reborn
Given a fresh start…with a New Heart

Comment by Linda Terrell on September 8, 2009 at 6:21pm

Hi I'm new to the community.
I'm a writer and a poet, I love poetry, been writing it since I was a child.
Looking forward to reading and sharing...

Blessings

Comment by Mommy Dearest on September 3, 2009 at 9:35am

I'm inviting you to Mom-Me-Dearest.com's open house! Bless us with your presences and make yourself at home...where the livest Moms on line hang out! Hope to see you there!

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Minus the wirer hangers!
Cynthia aka Mommy Dearest

Comment by Mommy Dearest on September 3, 2009 at 9:19am

My Black is Beautiful

My black is beautiful…because the Bible tells me so
Therefore I sing a Song of Songs…and this is how the verses go.
Repeat after me…if the chorus moves your soul
Let God scorch this across our lips with…hot coals.

For dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

Whether high society or the slums,
Our black beauty radiates among…the masses
With buying power they never imagined.
We’ve slowly but surely become the fashion…statement.
But our inner beauty is the key to our greatness.
That’s what Miss Keys meant by her statement…“They wanna be like us.”
Yes our black is so beautiful…that society must…imitate us.

For Dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

We recognize where are beauty lays…and that it’s…oh so hip
That God wrote it all over our curvaceous hips,
Then our booties back that statement up…with just one glimpse.
You see the Mother land...regal and grand,
The birth place of man…our womb is where it all began.
Black beauty knit together by God’s Hand,
Emerging from the darkest into the light…bright…damn near white
Every shade of our black beauty is a delight.

For dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

I’m not standing here boasting about…Me.
I’m just reflecting on the multi-faceted image of the King.
For we were all made in His likeness…a spectrum that spins into darkness.
I see multi-colors…from where ever I stand.
I’m proud of every last inch…of Who I am…a daughter of the great I AM.
If your black is beautiful…Rise and Stand.
Sing the chorus and give yourself a great big hand
.
For dark are we yet lovely…O daughters of Jerusalem.

Comment by SaVonni Yestanti on August 18, 2009 at 3:27pm

Good Evening Ladies!

Newbie here who loves writing poetry. Presently pulling all of my poetry ToGetHer into a single book. Love getting creative with words and ExpresSing them in so many ways.

Savvy

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