Suffered in His love for our sin, overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit when inside He flew. Son of man at the core anoint in the rainfall of life a sacrifice so pure, Grace so kind. love, heart, soul, andContinue reading “He is love”
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
Take Care
You have some vital role to play in the unfolding destiny of the world You are, therefore, morally obliged to take care of yourself. ~ Dr. J.B.Peterson
Home
It’s grand to be awayno graft, all play.tho’ no place like home,not mine.sinking on my throne,it’s sublime.a fortress,an ive a key to the door.Merlot, and the remote,I dont need much more.First in line,no queue, no hassle.I’ve no crown,but, King of this castle.kids they rebal,hostile can be the wife.But she my Queen,I’m thankful for my life
The Harbour
They decide to take one last walk around the harbour. Many thoughts clogging both their minds keeping them silent to each other. Their hands tightly graspsed so tightly, the diamond ring that he bought her begins to pierce his finger, he dare not loosen his grip, he never wants to let her go. They lookContinue reading “The Harbour”
First Impression
She said “who let the dogs out”? And I barked quite loudly “OOOF OOOF”! She didn’t know the song, I looked like I was having a phycotic episode, I wasnt. I continued walking, a fly flew in my mouth. I spat on the street. I turned, she was still at her door. what a firstContinue reading “First Impression”
Quote
I can’t accept we’re going nowhere, but one last time let’s go there – Paulo Nutini
April Sky
I gaze at the marble church as we pull into the hospital. Not one space in the car park to be found. 3,4 minutes now the numbness stood down as the irratation is wound. A moment away from jumping the walls of this rolling penitentiary, as Vinny darts into a gap on the grass verge,Continue reading “April Sky”
She’s Been Crying
I see she’s been crying, I ask, “why so sad”? She looks me square in the eye an says, “love can hurt real bad. He doesnt want me and his has someone, its true, all a couple accumulate can one hard day be gone”. I think of her later, what she said of her andContinue reading “She’s Been Crying”
My Old Friend
Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these darkContinue reading “My Old Friend”
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