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THE SUPREME COURT
The Ten
Commandments
Are Supreme
To Me.
Not
The Nine Judges
Who Cannot
Interpret For Me.
Truth
Has My Vote
A Lie
Will Oppose It
Saying
It’s Not Right.
God
Is My Judge
Who Knows
What Is Right.
He
Only Opposes
The Harm
That Will Come
To My Life.
I Oppose
All Wrong
When I Do
It Right...
A POEATREEMAN
Dedicated To Judge Roy Moore
Edgar Allan Prieto
12/11/2000
Copyright ©2008 Edgar Allan Prieto
FAIRNESS
The Scale
Of Justice.
Serves
Only Man.
When It Is
Balanced
By Truth.
Not
The Left Hand..
A POEATREEMAN
Edgar Allan Prieto
12/10/2000
Copyright ©2008 Edgar Allan Prieto
Sunday, August 29, 2010
DEATH AWAITS US
Death awaits Us
and Life does too
I will live
until I see only one
The door is open ,
I am still in the hunt
I have Today
To Reach The Sky
All things are open
until I die
Why should I sit back,
Waiting for it to come?
My days are numbered,
Yet it's only number one
It may be Today
but until it comes?
I will reach for it all,
Until I am done.
A THOUGHT!
Life is too short
to waste on Death
Let me have Tomorrow
to give it a rest
Keep it in Eternity
until I am done
Maybe Tomorrow
I will have my rest.
A Poeatreeman
God awakes
those who rest
Remember the Hour
You just passed
Remember the Path
You walked last
Know You are on it
for the very last
Eternity has come
to be the Path
Know the walk
is just beginning
Know The End
is a New Beginning..
A Poet's Note
Live each day
the best You can
Tomorrow
will be more forgiving
Give it all Today
Tomorrow
will be worth living
The cost is what
I spend Today
Tomorrow
I cannot Pay Today.
Edgar Allan Prieto
10/16/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
CHAD! YOU SWUNG THE VOTE
I Voted
For Chad
And I
Was Bushed
I Tried To Vote
And Gored
My Finger
I Could
Not Find
The Punch
I Made
I Guess
I Left It
In My Hand
Now I Know
Where
My Vote Went
I Made
My Impression
When I Voted
For Chad
The Only
Problem
He Dropped
To The Floor
He Was
So Impressed
I Cast
My Vote
Now They’re
Picking Him Up
Off The Floor
Not Counting
On Him
Anymore
He Took
A Position
Only He
Would Make
To Stand
On His
Ground
Firmly
In Place
There Were
Many Chad’s
Left In
The Race
Others
Were In
A Family
Way
Waiting
For Dimple
To See
Them Through
He
Was Not Open
To The View
Counting
On Him
To Come
On Out
He Was
Last
To Know
He
Landed
Far Behind
The Race
After All
Of This,
He
Was Bushed
And Gored
Who
Would Want
To Do
It Again?
To Cast
Your Vote
And Be
Counted More?
The Winner!
Who Else
Who is
Pushing
For More
Bush wins
and I
get Gored.
A Poeatreeman
From The Book
A Play of Words
Edgar Allan Prieto
11/19/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
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,
and 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,
and you will have no mistakes.
Assume everything,
and know the perils of fate.
Looking for a better world,
I will 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
Moral sense
I am not the conscience
of a nation;
I am part of its awakening.
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 tied
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.
From A Play of Words
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MtOpj8O0r4
WHERE DOES GOD STAND?
I Hope
In This Land
He Was Pushed
Out Of School
Where Is He Now?
Under House Rules
Waiting
For The Amendment
To Pass On Through
Waiting For
The Government
To Decide What To Do
Hoping
He Has A Prayer
To Finally Get Through
How Many Votes!
Will I Have
To Win
Before
You Accept Me
For
Who I Am?
It Only
Takes One's Heart
To See Who I Am
I Ask Not
For Your Votes
Only A Prayer
Say It In Silence
I Will Still Hear
I Came
To This Nation
To Let
You Know
I Am Here
It Is Up
To All Of You
If I Am
To Be Near.
To The Return Of Prayer
In School
A Moment Of Silence
Need Not Be Heard
I Will Take My Heart
To Speak To Him
TO VICE PRESIDENT AL GORE
A Poeatreeman
Let The Symbol
Be The Heart
God
Will Be Displayed
For
It Is
In Each Of Us
Prayer
Will Find Its Way
For
If God Is There
I
Can Take
A Right Step
If
He Is Out
What Is Left?
I Pray
The Right Step
Will
Not Be Far Away
I
Kept Him In Life
Yet
He Is Not
In School Today.
From A Play of Words
Edgar Allan Prieto
12/2/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
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
A POET'S 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
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Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
A QUILLS 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
STILL CLIMBING
FAILURE
IS THE OPPORTUNITY.
SUCCESS
IS THE GOAL.
TRY
IS THE STEP
TO REACH
FOR THE GOAL.
BOTH
WILL MOUNT
A TEST
OF YOUR SOUL.
WHICH
WILL CLIMB
THE HIGHEST GOAL ?
TRIUMPH AND DISASTER
WILL BOTH
SHARE THE ROAD.
TRY
IS THE EQUALIZER
SO LET IT
NOT REST.
IT WILL TAKE
FAILURE AND WINNING
TO SEE THE BEST.
DEDICATED TO
Ada Bree Atcheson
A POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
3/12/2010
Copyright@2010 Edgar Allan Prieto
GOD AND COUNTRY
I can better Serve my Country
When I can Serve my God First
I can See my Country's wrongs
When God is there with me
I can help my Country right
When God is there to Show me wrong
I can Take my Country's Path
When it Leads the way of God
I can Love my Country Dearly
When God is not just words we write
In God we Trust; I Hope it is Truly
One Nation Under God
For when all is done what is Left?
The Faith you have in God
When all is Remembered
Will my Country have Heart?
I Served my God and Kept Heart Too
I Gave my Country The Best I Could
I Shared both with Heart and Love
I Served my God and Country Too
I am a better Countryman
When my Country Serves Him Too.
A Thought
There is one Course that will take me through
The Choices I made and the ones I did not do
Written For and Dedicated To My Country
A Poeatreeman
When I am Faced with doubts
Let God guide my Hand
When my Country Chooses
Let God be The Path
When my Country has doubts
There is God who is Always Waiting
Ask Him for His Views
Let God Speak to you
You will See what to do.
Edgar Allan Prieto
6/6/94
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
GOAL
A Recipe
For Success
Will Take
a Lifetime of Trying
A Recipe
For Failure
Is One Day
not Trying
Triumph and Disaster
Will Bring
You Their Goal
Count
One not Higher
For Both
will Balance
The Road
Try is
The Equalizer
So Let
it not Rest
It May
Take a Lifetime
Before
you Reach Success.
A POEATREEMAN
STRUGGLES
The Mountain is There
Yet
Life has its Highs
Take what is There
Reach
For The Stars
It will Take,
Failure and Winning
To Get You Far.
Edgar Allan Prieto
5/6/2001
Copyright @2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
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
Saturday, August 28, 2010
THE BEST OF HOPE
If you can
Take the Worst
make it Best
You'll Feel
that Life is
Worth the Rest
If you can
Take the Worst
and make it Small
You'll make yourself
that much Tall
If you can
Take the Worst
Look at what it is
You'll be much
Wiser for it All
If you can
Take the Worst
Deal
with its Quirks
You'll see
the Other Side
what can be Worse?
If you can
Take the Worst
Overcome
its Aims
You'll Feel
the Lesser
of its Pains
If you can
Take the Worst
Look at the Best
You'll have Shared
your Tragedies
with Some Hope
If you can
Take the Worst
Keep your Heart
You'll have Touched
the Earth
with your Tears
If you can
Take the Worst
Walk with a Smile
You'll have Said
that Life was
Well Worth While.
A Poeatreeman
TO AMERICA
9/11/2001
TO ALL THE SOULS
GOD HAS CALLED
HEAVEN NOW
HOLDS THEM ALL
TO THE STUDENTS
OF VIRGINIA TECH
(THE HOKIES )
GOD IS WAITING
FOR YOUR CALL
IT TAKES LOVE
TO REACH HIM
AFTER ALL
SORROW
DOES NOT END
WITH A PRAYER
IT BEGINS
HEALING
WHEN FAITH
IS THERE.
Edgar Allan Prieto
April 18, 2007
A POET’S NOTE
TO THE HOKIES
Satan had
His Carnage
God
will have His Day
Sorrow
is not Easy
Hate
is not the Way
Love
will not be Easy
When
Hate is in the Way
Why
Cannot be answered
So Faith
must be your Way
A Poeatreeman
Edgar Allan Prieto
4/18/2007
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
A WALK WITH DEATH
I walk
with Death
Each
day of Life
Knowing
it will be
Yet
I go on living
For Death
is not the end
The loss
would not
be living
Life
has its part
Death does too
God
opened
the door,
brought Me
on through
Until it closes
I will
walk with Him
For
God
gave Me
this moment
To walk with Him
For
when
the door closes
I will
be with Him again.
A THOUGHT!
It is not the hour
I will end
it is the end
I left
at the beginning
For
My start
was the end
My
end
was only beginning
A Poeatreeman
The Dark Side
of Life
is not Death
It is All The Shadows
You Cast On Life
All The Wrongs
You Never Made Right.
A Poet's Note
If I follow Myself
The
end will be in site
For
how far will I go
Before
the road ends?
Edgar Allan Prieto
10/13/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
THE MOUNTAIN OF LIFE
Take each stride
To step to life
In each step
Strive for best.
Take the Mountain
To the top
Carry through
all you do.
If it seems
Hard to bare
Know someone's
There with you.
Though the load
Seems more,
Than you can do
Life is only greater!
When it is shared by you.
Into life we must live
Taking each Season
To the top
In our hands
is all we can
The Mountain of life
is life itself.
As with each new peak
it must be climbed
There's only , One
Who will hold us down
Or one who will hold us up
The will to climb
above ourselves.
The Greatest
is not the Climb To the Top
The Climb who made us
Find our self.
Through all life has to do
To all we must go through
Is to find our reasons
Why we're here
To know
God is there with you..
A Poeatreeman
Edgar Allan Prieto
March 11,1986
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
I AM NOT A HERO
Just a SOLDIER
Who
Served the Cause.
Those
Who Died
are HERO'S Lost.
They
Fought
For FREEDOM
Paid the Cost.
Those
Who Suffered
Wounds in WAR
Took
the BRUNT
For Us All.
Those
INFLICTED
by The Pain
Felt
Each Care
DYING, Slowly.
Those
Who Prayed
for The End
Are
all The HEARTS
Who
want PEACE Again.
Those
Who DIED
REMEMBER
Their Loss.
They
PAID A Price
For
FREEDOM'S WAR
I AM
NOT A HERO.
Just
a SOLDIER
Who Gave it All.
I Hope
my COUNTRY
is Better Off?
I Hope
my LIFE,
Was Worth the Cost?
I AM
NOT A HERO
Just
One of GOD'S
Soldiers Now
Who
Washed
on HIS Shore.
Dedicated To
The Soldiers in Iraq
& Afghanistan
A Poeatreeman
Honor
All
Who Served
Freedom's War
For
on
Our Shores
Lies
Freedom's Door
Always
Open
to Wash Ashore.
I
Pray
We Never
Close its Door
I
Pray
it Never
Leaves
Our Shore.
Edgar Allan Prieto
10/3/2005
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
When the Trumpets Blow
I hear
The echoes of a call
That once was loud
Now seems gone
Calling back
To be
Remembered.
Dare
I wake them up at all
Or should I keep them
Where they are
In
The Triumphs of the past
Where they're held
In Fond Remembrance?
Dare
I beckon to the call
Of The Trumpets
Blowing strongly
Calling back
For me to answer
Or can
I Reach where I was
Then
On top of it all?
Or will
I Fail and Lose it all
With
The Triumphs of before
Or be Remembered
For my Feats
Because
I Could not
Face Defeat?
What purpose
Do I serve?
In this Quest
For going on
To Come back
Once more
To Hear
The Trumpets
Blowing?
Will I
Serve it or myself?
For Do
I have
The Strength
I need
To overcome
All I must
Knowing
I Could Fail?
Most of all
To myself
Do
I have
The will in me
if
I answer
Yes,
Is it all
I need?
For what is it
That I want
To Prove myself
To Whom or What?
Written for And Dedicated to
Sugar Ray Leonard
Edgar Allan Prieto
Dec 15,1983
A Poeatreeman
The Greatness of Oneself
Is to Triumph over Evil
For Goodness is the Fight
You must be Win
The Rounds are not Ten
It is Minutes to the End.
A Poet’ Note
THE CROWN
Oh how I would love
To recover the crown
It’s hard to regain
When
life is wearing it now.
From A Play of Words
A Poeatreeman
6/26/2007
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
DEATH IS THE PLAY
You
cannot
rehearse
for war
today
For
death
will be
the play
What
would
the
critics
say?
I
cannot
give
my
best
reviews
It's
hell
having
to
view
this
play
The
stage
was
set
for
mankind's
death
He
played
his
part
to
the
end
Who
was
left
to
give
applause?
Death
was
the
only
one
at
all
No
tickets
bought
no
refunds
returned
No
play
could
cost
more
than
war
No
time
to
lose
before
it
starts
The
curtain
rises
before
us
all
Where
will
we
be
when
the
curtain
falls?
Play
no
part
where
war
is
fought
For
death
is
not
won
but
lost.
A THOUGHT!
One
shot to end
one
hope to live
One
play
mankind
brought
himself
One
cannot
revise
the play
When
death
has come
to take
its part
Mankind
can revise
what he
has written
When
heart
is used
before
the sword
Wait
no longer
than a day
For
life is only
here today.
A Poeatreeman
Peace
comes
at the cost
of love
Hearts
will fall
for they
took love in
Humanity
can win
when hearts
are full
Take
God in
to keep
it all.
Edgar Allan Prieto
10/4/94
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
LET DEATH
Let death
not speak no more
Nor
children cry
because of war
Let
peace speak
for those who fought
The one's
we will see no more
Let
humanity show
There are
places we can live
Let
kindness serve
All those
who hate mankind
For they are
the one's
who need it more
Let
tears be our blood
For
hearts will not fall
Care
for the Injured
That
hope will not be lost
Let
us
take the world we live
Give
it all and more
Stand by it !
For
without we will fall
Let
love
help us show the way
God
who holds us all
Pray
that we may win
Lose
not one day
For
time will be gone
Give
it not one time
For
once is not at all.
A THOUGHT!
There is only one
misunderstanding !
Not to
There is only one
hope !
Not to wish
it would come true
There is only one
you !
Will you help it along?
There is only one
time !
To see it all through.
Dedicated To President Bill Clinton
A Poeatreeman
I prayed
that I would see the end
Yet
I am looking for the start
I
prayed
I would see the start
Yet
where will it end?
I prayed
from the beginning
Yet
ended on a hope
I wish
I could do more
Yet
God will give us peace.
Edgar Allan Prieto
12/8/93
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
THE BLACK HOLE
Into
The Hands of God
Out of The Darkness
Into The Light
Into
Life From Death We are Born
Out of The Perils
From Whence We Came
Into
The Knowledge
That He Will Be There
Out of Faith
We Find Our Self Here
Into
Our Travels
We Search High and Wide
Out of The Heavens
We'll Find Where We are
Into
Our Search
We'll Search with a Prayer
Out of Wisdom
We'll See Our Way Clear...
A THOUGHT!
It is only The Light I Cast Aside
That Blinds Me To What is Right
Dedicated to NASA and The Astronauts
IN MEMORY OF ALAN SHEPARD JR.
A Poeatreeman
Whatever Space Travels
You Take in Life
Make Sure God
is Along For The Ride
For it Will Be His Wings
That Will Hold You Up
When You Can't Fly
Edgar Allan Prieto
10/6/91
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
TRIBUTE TO COLUMBIA
A PRAYER ON A WING
Let me
Ride above the Clouds.
Let me
Glide on the Breath of God.
Let me
Face the Morning Sun
To see
The Glory of your Son.
Let me
Feel your Hands
Beneath my Wings
Knowing
I am Held up High.
Let me
See your World as you
Let me
Smile at all you do.
Let me
Pray with you
Each Day
That I am Always
on your Wing.
Guide me
Through the Storms
That come,
Keep me
From Falling down.
Lift me
To the Highest
as I Soar with Thee.
Take me
Through this World
With you
Until my Wings
Turn into Doves.
And you are
Holding me with Love.
A Poeatreeman
One Sword Feathered,
is a Blow for Humanity.
[All swords into plows]
War no more]
Dedicated to
NASA and the Astronauts.
UNITED STATES
AIR FORCE ACADEMY
IN MEMORY OF THE SEVEN
WHO RODE
THE TEARS TO HEAVEN
SHUTTLED BY COLUMBIA
TO ENTER INTO HEAVEN
Edgar Allan Prieto
2/2/2003
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
A LADDER TO HEAVEN
THEY STAND THEIR GROUND, IN SPITE OF THE COST
The FIREMEN
Were Climbing
The Stairs
To Hell
Little
Did They Know
It
Was Their Ladder
To Heaven.
They Went
Through Hell
To Help Us All
They
Showed Courage
In The Face of it All.
The POLICEMEN,
The FIREMEN
Who
Sacrificed Their Lives
The EMS
Who
Made Their Calls
They
Gave Their Best
To Save Them All.
Now
We Are Left
With Tears to Fall
How
Do We Say
Good-bye
When the Heart
Cries Out With Sorrow?
We Pray to God
Ask Him
To Help the Hour.
A Tribute To
Our Public Servants
We must Honor
Them
Each
and Every Day
Not
Just When
Disaster
Strikes the Hour.
To the People
of New York,
To the People
of Charleston, S..C.
To The Firemen
Lost
who suffered all cost
I pray Heaven
is the last place
you’ve climbed
THEY HAVE SUFFERED ONE OF THE GREATEST HOURS 9/11/01
A Poeatreeman
May God Be
The Fireman
Who
Rescues Me
I
Pray
He is on Call
Every Hour
I
Need
Him For Life
To
Keep
The Fires
From
Consuming
My Soul
I
Need Not
Burn
The Roads
I
May
Catch Fire
Before
I Am Old
Who
Then
Will
Receive
My Soul?
Edgar Allan Prieto
9/16/2001
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
A GOVERNMENTAL POLICY
A Governmental Policy
Has to be Defended
By Those who Fought a War
and against all Truth
For the First Barrel to Shoot
is Deception
Truth is not Dead
only Wounded
But we
That must Face the Guns
Are Left with a Battle
We Sometimes don't Want
To Fight For Truth
Or Our Country?
A War That Rages
In Each Our Hearts
To Commit
To all We Know is True
To Stand Up
When Our Country is Calling
What Voice do I Hear
and Who is Calling?
The Drums of War
Or Truth Being Silenced out?
I must Know Wrong
To Have the Answers
For Truth
Cannot be a Casualty For Long
And Government
Will have to Face it all
It is our Blood
That Runs in Red
It is Our Time
To make it Right
It is Our Country
That We must not Let Die
It is Our Hearts
That Can Keep it Alive.
A THOUGHT!
There are no Credits in War
Only a Sad Commentator
For Peace
Fear is not ignorance!
Ignorance is War
For Knowledge
is the Understanding
Your Enemy is War
Strike at it with Wisdom
Peace will be yours.
A Poeatreeman
It is Truth that will let us see it all
It is God that can protect us all
Dedicated To All That Held Up Truth
For You have fallen but not forgotten
One Day all will be unveiled
The Cloak of Secrecy Covers us all
For Truth Spoke The Words,
He heard what He had said
My Country must be served,
Truth will be My Guide
Honor is My Country,
If Truth is not to Hide
Loyalty is My Country,
If Right is on its Side
Duty is My Country,
If I can walk with God
Honor, Duty, Country,
Is better Served with God
Loyalty is Better given
When Truth is at its side.
Edgar Allan Prieto
10/16/92
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MtOpj8O0r4
THIS MESSAGE PEACE ON EARTH TO THE WORLD
THIS MESSAGE
Take This Message
way up High
To the Land
Where God resides
Upon your Wings
will be my Prayers
With all
my Hopes and Cares
Fly Strong
and Straight for me
For I am
Human
Far from God
Weakness and Strength
are my marks
Mortal
am I in all I do
On The Wings of Doves
I'll send them to you
Praying
They'll reach your Heart
If you
Should hear my Prayers
Return them
with a Touch of you
So I may know
That you are you
For the Love of you
will carry me
Through all
The Darkest Fears
If I know
you are There with me
Through all
my Doubts and Fears.
Dedicated to Ethel Bell
A Poeatreeman
I WAS HAMMERED BY SORROW
YET SHAPED BY LOVE
NOW GOD IS HOLDING ME
I FEEL MORE LOVED,
PEACE ON EARTH
DEC. 24, 2009
Edgar Allan Prieto
April 28,1986
Copyright @ 2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
Take This Message
way up High
To the Land
Where God resides
Upon your Wings
will be my Prayers
With all
my Hopes and Cares
Fly Strong
and Straight for me
For I am
Human
Far from God
Weakness and Strength
are my marks
Mortal
am I in all I do
On The Wings of Doves
I'll send them to you
Praying
They'll reach your Heart
If you
Should hear my Prayers
Return them
with a Touch of you
So I may know
That you are you
For the Love of you
will carry me
Through all
The Darkest Fears
If I know
you are There with me
Through all
my Doubts and Fears.
Dedicated to Ethel Bell
A Poeatreeman
I WAS HAMMERED BY SORROW
YET SHAPED BY LOVE
NOW GOD IS HOLDING ME
I FEEL MORE LOVED,
PEACE ON EARTH
DEC. 24, 2009
Edgar Allan Prieto
April 28,1986
Copyright @ 2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
UNDER THE TREE
Under The Tree
Is not once a year,
It is all through Life.
The Presents are there,
Not all will be opened
Each Day is a Gift ,
For Me to open
What I find in it,
Is the Best I put in it
For as I am unwrapping it,
I am tying the bow
The Gift I am giving,
I am making it more
I am putting My Heart in it,
So I can give more
Each Day is a Present,
I can give too
Love is My Best One,
I can give to You
Do not wait for Christmas,
To give it too
Share it Each Day,
You will have it too
No Presents to unwrap,
When Love is Open
Under The Tree,
Let Us Look To Find Peace
Under The Heavens
Let Us Look To God
To Start The Day
For No Greater Gift
Can I Give Humanity
Than To Give Love
Each Day
Keep The Heart Open
Understanding Can Be
Forge With God
That No Sword Will Be Used
Peace Will Come
When Man Loses Hatred
Hope and Love
are The Best I Can Give Today
I Added A Prayer
That We would Find Our Way
God Willing!
We Will See The Day.
Dedicated To The World
For Each Heart
is One Light On The Tree
A Poeatreeman
A Poet's Note
When You Hang Your Heart Out
Remember The Tears
They Are The Snowflakes
Falling For Years
They Will Blanket Love
To Cheer The Heart
Remember To Care
You Will Light Up
Wishing For Peace
The Light Will Stay On
Hoping The World
Will Get Along
Asking God
Will Help Us All
I Pray The Hour
Will Not Be Long..
Edgar Allan Prieto
12/5/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
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