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A PLAY OF WORDS CONTINUES 25 | POEATREEMAN on Xanga

A PLAY OF WORDS CONTINUES 25




For The Child In Your Life
Remember They Have Heart.

A Poeatreeman

To all Mothers & Fathers

SAY A PRAYER FOR LOVE
LOVE WILL CARRY YOU

PRAY FOR CARE EACH DAY
CARE WILL BE YOUR WAY.

Edgar Allan Prieto
2/21/89
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto




CAESAR

MAN’S LAWS

HAVE SPECIAL RIGHTS

GOD’S LAWS

JUST HAVE RIGHT.


NEXT WILL HAVE

SPECIAL WRONGS

I HOPE WE DO IT RIGHT.

POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
2/27/2012
COPYRIGHT@2012




The Hour that I Spend
When I was Looking for God.

A Poeatreeman

If I Shared a Tear
Touched a Heart

Life will have been Painful

But oh,

What Cares Will I Have?

I've Shared a Child's Smile

God Smiled on me

I Found the Worlds Tears,
They Came to be Part of me.

Edgar Allan Prieto
2/8/91
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto




God will make a way POEATREEMAN A STAIRWAY TO GOD


A STAIRWAY TO GOD


I will Try
To use my Words
To Build
A Stairway To God.

Then
I Can Take a  Step
Each Day
To Take me
To The Stars.

My Words
Will be of  Heart
Wrote
By Care and  Love.

The Ink I will Use
Is Tears  That Fell
Dipped, in Sorrows
When Hurt  was Held.

The Blotters Wet
Stain
With many Tears
That Fell.

I Cannot
Wipe it Away
By Saying,
I never Felt..

A Poeatreeman

Dedicated To God

If, I Built
A Chest of Gold
Would  it not
Be Better
To Put in  Words.

More Precious,
That Speak of Each?

Would, not
The Heart
Be  Broken
By Trying
To Carry
All  the  Gold?

Love
Is much Lighter
Yet Heavy
On the  Soul.

Would  it not
Be  Best
If  we all Cared
A  Little   more?

Than the Words
I Have to  Write
Would  not be Filled
With so much Tears.

Love
Would Hold Us
For The  Years.

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/26/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto



THE CALLING: POEATREEMAN THE LONG WAY HOME


THE LONG ROAD HOME

I am
one
of God’s Souls

Looking
for
the way home

It
started
when
I was born

All
was new
both
good and bad

I
have to learn
which
one is true

The
choices
are there
what
will I do?

I
pray
the right one
will
get me through

I
made mistakes
found wrong

I
am trying
to get back
where I belong

The
Road is narrow
when
choices are few

The
Road to Heaven
is one way too

The
Path to Hell
has many ways

Take
the wrong one
to walk away

The
Long Way Home
is hardest yet

It
takes
a lifetime
to reach your quest

Heaven!
There
are no short steps

I
Tripped
and Faltered
all the way

Yet
God
was there
to pick me up

The
Long Road Home
is in my sight

For
I carried God,
day and night.

Dedicated to Us All

Heaven help
the Wayward Soul
To find
a place with You...

To President William Jefferson Clinton

A Poeatreeman

The Shortest
will not be true

Yet
if you take it

Remember
what you choose

There
are no shortcuts
to Heaven

Hell
I thought of Heaven

Too
Late to say the words

My
Soul spoke not to Heaven

There
are shortcuts to Hell

Just
pass Heaven

Don’t
give a damn

You’ll
be there
in plenty of time

It
only
takes a day to reach

The
day
you passed Heaven.

Edgar Allan Prieto
7/30/2000

Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto





POEATREEMAN: DEDICATED TO COLLINS RAYE

WHAT ONE NEEDS?
 
What one needs
most is heart

Then love
will follow through

What one needs
most is trust

Then love
will have a friend

What one needs
most is caring

Then sorrow
will have a tear

What one needs
most is happiness

Then sadness
will have the blues

What one needs
most is feelings

Then pain
will have to hurt

What one needs
most is faith

Then God
will bring us through

What one needs
most is wisdom

Then understanding
will let us speak

What one needs
most is hope

Then wishes
will have its peace

What one needs
most is prayer

Then praying
will find an answer

What one needs
most is humanity

Then we can
live with one
 
What one needs
more than most is care

Then we can
feel each others tears.

A THOUGHT!

I cared because
love was there

I felt it all
because I cared

I shared both
good and bad

I took the pain
as it came

I gave it all
for love was there

I would give it again,
just to know I cared.

Dedicated To A Stranger

A Poeatreeman

One shares many things

many things are not felt

One share's love

many things are touched.

Edgar Allan Prieto
8/27/93      
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto


                                               

POEATREEMAN: ENIGMA - Return to Innocence : REMEMBER WHEN

Remember When

We were young
We were
just little ones
We used to play
How
we were
when we were one.
       
Way back
then the times
were young,

life was easy
for us then
for we had
our innocence
Play
was
the only thing
we knew.

then
we grew
into our lives
time seemed
to change their ways
For
our eyes
were opened
to the view.

not all
of what
we've seen was liked
for life
only showed the truth
It
was up to us
to face it all.

even
though
it made us cry
Laugh
at the way it went.

times
were good
times were bad
Life
had its ways
to cure our blues.

It gave us
happiness and love.

with this love
it gave us pain
now
our eyes
are opened wide
Now
 we grew
into our love.

To feel
the growing pain
of impatient youth.

Did
we try
to burn our life out?
trying
to do all we can
For
we thought
we only had today.

how wrong
we were,
When finding
how many
mistakes, WE  made.

By
being
foolish with ourselves.

How many times
did it take to learn?
We
are only
what we make.

How many loves
did we lose?
Not
being what we were.

Trying
to impress
a little girl or boy.

to show them
you were grown up,
A man or woman
of the world.
                                              
Doing things
only youth would do.

Did you measure
how big you were?
By being
the biggest fool
of them all.

Taking
chances with your life.

for it only took
common sense
To know
how wrong you were.

Did we
listen to ourselves?
Only when
it brought us pain.

Sometimes
even tragedy.

a painful
sorrow to experience
That
cost us life and youth.

When
we passed
the burning years.

we saw
how foolish
we had been
Wondered
how we
got this far.

In the year
that we are in.

now
we are
more aware of life
We
see  life
has taught us
many things.

Not all
did.  We want
to be a lessons.

our experiences
were good
If
we learn
from the bad.

even though
we are older
We still
have allotted to learn.

life has
many things
in a store
We
can only know
when it reaches
our door.

How
we receive it.

Will be
our gift or destruction.

when
we look behind
We’ll
have our blessing.

we can
look back
to the good times

To Remember.

Edgar Allan Prieto
June 4,1979

Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto



           
POEATREEMAN: ERNESTO CORTAZAR - Serenity PEACE THROUGH LOVE AND THE WORLD WILL BE SERENE



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




POEATREEMAN: ERNESTO CORTAZAR - Serenity PEACE THROUGH LOVE AND THE WORLD WILL BE SERENE.
MAKING EACH HEART LOVED, WAR WILL NOT BE SEEN.

Posted Sun 26 June 2011 08:38 PM
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
COPYRIGHT@2012



SOMETIMES


WHEN IT RAINS

I FEEL

IT'S GOD'S TEARS

WASHING ME.


SOMETIMES


WHEN IT RAINS

I THINK

IT'S GOD'S ANGER

FLOODING

THE SEAS.


SOMETIMES


WHEN IT RAINS

I FEEL

GOD'S SORROW

POURING THROUGH.


SOMETIMES


WHEN IT RAINS

GOD IS WASHING

THE EARTH CLEAN.

DEDICATED TO OUR TROOPS
WHY IS TOO BIG TO ANSWER
FAITH HAS A MUCH GREATER
ANSWER.
BECAUSE WILL ONLY WONDER WHY
YES MY FRIEND SOME WILL DIE. Violin

POEATREEMAN

A DELUGE OF LOVE

POURS OVER ME

THEN I KNOW

IT'S GOD'S LOVE

SHOWERING ME



EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO

6/25/2011

COPYRIGHT@2011



A WOUNDED SOUL
TO THOSE WHO FIND IT
TOO HARD TO LOOK
REMEMBER THEIR FACES
FOR THEY’VE PAID FOR YOURS.

A WOUNDED SOUL
 
War,
has Wounded
my Heart

Yet,
I kept my Soul           

Love,
has healed me
I am whole

Not
in body,
but in Soul

For
I
have my wheels now
To
get where I can

I kept my legs
Never
to walk again.

Dedicated To
All Who Lost
Their Child,
Because Of War

A Poeatreeman

The Casualties
of Love
Are The Hearts
That Died

The Men and Women
Who
Lost Their Child

The Wounds
Inflicted
Because
of War

The
Pain Felt
Forevermore

Remembering
The Lost
They
Are Wounded
More.

Edgar Allan Prieto
11/19/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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