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 Would we recognize Jesus if He came.. "ugly" (Isaiah 53) .. homeless, perhaps dirty from the road.. a lawbreaking felon? [read more] |
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Musings of John C Lehman Jr. "Lady conductor... She raised her baton.... and Beethoven answered" "His philosophy is the cans tied o... [read more] |
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The Wind is the greatest of seeders but when grounded on concrete are the cones of cedars the Wind can use our help [read more] |
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As a small town is not listed until one uses a map of that state.. so God reveals some truths only to those near.. even so.. God can make ou... [read more] |
 Welcome Guys! This is the first of many editions.This is the poem where I talk about all the people I don't like and my ex guys and "flings"... [read more] |
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Thinking back to yesterday and to all the things you said for every lie you ever told while all alone within my dread. Ponder all these poi... [read more] |
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The days go by as we grow old and watch our whole world change the things we knew so long ago so quickly out of range. The hopes and dreams... [read more] |
 That chair stood tall As I remember I could sit in it If I climbed high enough, Just bend at the waist And place my chest on the seat, Grab... [read more] |
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A forest trail traversed in June A backyard swing beneath the moon A rock song sung well out of tune A lakeside where is heard a loon The m... [read more] |
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Set upon your aspen branch And watch the world pass The bastard unwilling to descend From the throne that cracks Under the tracks Of your on... [read more] |
 Woman, I love you girl My head's in a whirl Woman, you make me be Can't you see What you do to me? Woman Woman, the years wil pass Why do... [read more] |
 الصمـــت المــدوي انــه الـصمت الـمدوي فـي داخـلي يـــزيــد قــلــبـي وجــــع ووجــهــي شــحـوب وعــبـس اخـتـلي بـنـفسى بـعـض الـوق... [read more] |
 I’ve felt loves’ loss, unending sorrows’ pain, alone in darkness, griefs’ incessant night. This empty hollow, midst the spot you’d lain, I t... [read more] |
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I walk with my thoughts on a bleak snowy day, alone midst the white and the skies’ dreary gray. The trees once adorned, dressed in raiment o... [read more] |
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He’d never heard the trumpet sound, in warbled notes o’er hallowed ground, nor lain in honored flag draped bier, midst gun's salute in staid... [read more] |