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GOD'S PENMEN GOD HAS THE WORDS I AM JUST WRITING THE STORY. GOD'S GIFT If you believe? God gives us each a Gift. Then you will know mine is from Him, I did not go to School as others did. I did not go to High School To reach the grades I should. I heard the call and answered Faith. My Life was not My own. When I was Young. I had to take the Path That was given Me. No Parents but an Orphans Home. For seventeen years I walked the way. Then the Army came to Me. It was a way to set me free. Little did I know, the cost it would take. It led Me to Nam, where I was out of place. Through the War, I tried My best. Faith was shaken by the test. Then I came upon a Mine. I Kept My Legs and My Mind. When I found I could not walk. I cried out to My God. I called upon His Name to help. My Faith was not with me. The walk would not be easy. Though I have wheels today. through My writings. I found He's at My Door. When I reach Heaven all the sorrows will be GONE.
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GOD'S PENMEN GOD HAS THE WORDS I AM JUST WRITING THE STORY. GOD'S GIFT If you believe? God gives us each a Gift. Then you will know mine is from Him, I did not go to School as others did. I did not go to High School To reach the grades I should. I heard the call and answered Faith. My Life was not My own. When I was Young. I had to take the Path That was given Me. No Parents but an Orphans Home. For seventeen years I walked the way. Then the Army came to Me. It was a way to set me free. Little did I know, the cost it would take. It led Me to Nam, where I was out of place. Through the War, I tried My best. Faith was shaken by the test. Then I came upon a Mine. I Kept My Legs and My Mind. When I found I could not walk. I cried out to My God. I called upon His Name to help. My Faith was not with me. The walk would not be easy. Though I have wheels today. through My writings. I found He's at My Door. When I reach Heaven all the sorrows will be GONE.
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SPOKEN I Say My Prayers In Rhyme God Answers Me In Time I Ask Him How He Is Today He Answered You Have Another Day I Speak From The Heart He Hears My Pleads He Grants Me No More Than I Need I Thank Him For His Night And Day I Thank Him For Showing Me His Way. A Poeatreeman Today I Am Here Thank God! Tomorrow! Who Knows? Yet I Will Pray It is Heaven The Road I Am On. Edgar Allan Prieto 8/15/2000 Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto | |
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TWEET FOR GOD I AM NOT A BIRD YOU KNOW. THOUGH I TWEET GOD’S WORDS. MY MESSAGE TO YOU. IS THE PRAYERS I PRAYED. BRING PEACE TO US ALL. FOR WE NEED IT TODAY. DEDICATED TO THE WORLD I HOPE LOVE WILL BE SHARED POEATREEMAN EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO 8/9/2011 COPYRIGHT@2011 | |
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“Winning The War on Terror” The Terrorist will always be. Winning the Souls of Man Is one I cannot see. Their belief has no beginning, Except to see our end. How are we to fight this Foe? By attacking their beliefs. Our guns may take a few of them Still the course will not be won. We must keep them Where they will do less harm. Back in the spider’s lair Where they weaved a thread of deceit, That locks them in their snare. Our course is ours not theirs to take. You cannot make a culture change Without changing your beliefs. They are Terrorists What course Would you have them take? Deal with man as man, you will have no mistakes. Assume everything! know the perils of fate. Looking for a better world, I 'LL wait till God appears. Until I see I guess it will just have to be. Serenity Is God’s to grant. Peace is up to Man. A Poeatreeman Edgar Allan Prieto 6/7/2007 ----------------------------------- Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto A POET'S NOTE It implies a question do you see the Terrorists ever reaching out for love? the only way to win this war is to win the hearts of man winning the souls of man is for God’s hand Our hands are tie when it comes to man We are a perfect mess man I must confess How we got this far is only by the grace of God. | |
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GOD IS MY COMPANION To God He is My Companion, For Life He Carries Me, When I Am in Pain He Speaks To Me, When No One Listens He Hears My Cries, Dries My Eyes He Makes My Life Bearable, When I Could Not He Gave Me Hope, When I Saw Only Darkness He Shared His Heart, Gave Me Love He Gave Me Heart, Filled My Life He Walked with Me, Even When I Left Him He Found Me, When I Was at My Worst All I Had was Sorrows Still, He Gave Me His Hand, Said Friend I Will Walk , The Rest of The Way, With You Hold On, The End is Near I Am, Remember Me I Will Hold A Place, For You... A Poeatreeman I'D Shed My Tears, My Life, My Love, To Have A Friend As You My Heart You Have, It's in Your Hand, My Soul I Pray You Take Me In... DEDICATED TO MY COMPANION Edgar Allan Prieto 1/24/89 Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto | |
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WHY DO POETS WRITE? To Keep in Touch with God and Soul To Keep The Heart From Growing Old To Nourish Love with Pain and Sorrow To Keep The Cares From Losing Ground To Keep The Faith When Days are Long To Let The Spirit Speak in Rhymes To Say a Prayer in Words I Knew To Give Thanks I am Here with You. A Poeatreeman The Lines I Write Let it Speak of Love The Lines I use Let it Not Be Just Words I Write Let it Say I Spoke of Life Let it Show How I Lived My Life Let it Be Known I am Human Know I am Judged By One Not By any Human Less They Judged Themselves They Will See Their Self. A Poet's Note Why Do Poets Write To Keep Despair From Breaking Ground To Keep Hope From Dwindling Down To Keep Cares From Feeling Not To Keep Tears From Drying Up To Keep Happiness From Sorrows Hurt To Keep Pain From Getting Worse To Keep Faith From Breaking Down To Keep Love From Losing Heart To Keep Myself From Cracking Up To Keep It All From Falling Apart. Edgar Allan Prieto 12/16/97 Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto | |
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THE BIRTH OF A POET Born from pain and feelings of hurt of a life that was not worth living and a love that was not given. born of suffering of peoples hearts and agonies of children's tears of a world that did not seem to care and hope that was not there. born from a tear and a heart as feelings gave birth to tears and tears awoke the soul to see the heart it had felt for thee. born of a time that God had planned to let me see the right of way that I may know not all is bad. share the love that I may have. born of a need to know myself share what I've have come to know that I may see your heart aglow. with it all the things you feel even if its pain and tears. for this is what a Poet does awakes your heart and soul to see you are here indeed. to feel all the pain and love is to awaken the heart in you maybe The Birth of a Poet too. Dedicated to Jeannett Lynn A Poeatreeman Edgar Allan Prieto June 3,1985 Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto | |
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A POETS TEARS God is my companion Loneliness is my company Sorrow is my tears Care is my heart Hope is my way to dream Time is my hour, all came to me Soul is my being, looking to see Darkness is pity trying to cover me God was there to let me know I am here to write these words Knowing I am loved by He. A Poeatreeman My tears wrote this love was the ink God was my strength, holding me, when I was not. Edgar Allan Prieto 4/26/91 Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto | |
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A POEATREEMAN My Tear Was My Pen My Words I Spoke To God My Feelings Was My Life My Love Only Beginning My Heart I Give You All A Poeatreeman, Who Found Himself Gave The World His Tears You Have My Heart, Carry it Gentle Tend My Words For My Tears Are Inside Share My Love By Giving Meaning To Heart Love Each One My Words Will Have Heart. A THOUGHT! If I Could Write Your Wish it Would Be Peace I Can Say The Words I Wish You Love. Dedicated To God For He Found Me My Heart His Love To Grow In it A Tear To Weep Care To Know When Pain is Hurt Joy To Know When Sadness Comes Sorrows When Feelings Cry. EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO 2/11/89 Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto | |
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A Poet’s Quill [POETS QUILL] My Quill is dying My Blotter’s wet My Tears are falling My words regret My Heart is hurting My Feeling jest My Soul is searching For Eternal rest. My Quill has spoken These immortal words The strokes I have written Will be the last words My Quill is gone Though I rest I still think, of the Poet’s Quest. To find the words That make us best. Dedicated to all Poets Past & Present A Poeatreeman “The Quill will be the Poet’s Soul” “Immortalize in Every Word!” Edgar Allan Prieto 6/29/2007 ------------------------------------------------ Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto | |
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A Quill’s Soul The Quill will Speak The Ink will flow The Word well written As Truth will know The Blotter absorbs The Spirit's Essence's Lines are flowing Through Heart and Soul The Quill will follow The Poet's Hand. Remembering! It will Speak; At God's Command. A Poeatreeman Edgar Allan Prieto 7/1/2007 Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto |
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