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by: Shirley Satterfield

.Willie, Willie
such a paradox of a person.
He’s a real nice guy,
he drives a church van,
cooks dinner for the saints on Sunday
and shares pizza with a neighbor under a shade tree.
But have you met his shadow man?
Have you met the him that sins?
The him that no one sees?
If only he would cozy up to Jesus
and be baptized
God would set this shadow man Scott free.

God would forgive him.
I have forgiven him.
He would then forgive himself,
Dear God
Amen and amen.

by: Guildford Windley

The Crash
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h the air we breathe
The food we eat
The water we drink
The education that makes us thinks
The places we work or the places we play
The roads, bridges, and buildings
The various modes of transportation
Banking, insurance, medical and corporate practice
Communications and social media
In fact, all that could affect us, all we need to trust
Once were regulated, now they are not
Gone, they will go down in history, those federal agencies
FDA the environment, education, labor and others that we relied on
The Republican says look what we have done
We have freed up capitalism, cut their taxes we are going strong
But at what price have we given to them
As their profits soar and we can’t trust them anymore
Cut cost and pollute, don’t care what goes into the food
The air fills with toxic particles water you can’t drink
Will sell you water at a price and will overcharge you in fact
Our country facing global warming the big shots could care less
Yes the economy is moving along, but the deficit soars
Demands from the right to cut out entitlements do away with Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security
No more unemployment, no more welfare
All will be gone as the people cheer the wealth will increase for the rich
Then as sure as there is a sun in the sky, the economy will fall
When the dust clears, it’s 1934.
Guildford H Windley
April 23, 2019

by: Guildford Windley

I Feel So Small
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One night as I looked up at the stars
It occurred to me how small I really must be
There up in the sky were trillions upon trillions of stars
Who knows how many, there is more than anyone will ever see
We live on a small planet, in a small solar system, one not of importance in the scheme of things
In fact, there are planets so big they could swallow our Sun and all the planets and still have room
When you put this all together, one can see why
I question my own existence, for what is my life
What if I never was? What if there was no me
How would the world change without little me?
For one thing that I know those who dislike me
Those looked down on me, who judges me so
Those that cared for me, and those who loved who I am
All these people and those who could care less
Will, if I never exist, would their life be amidst
For without my life, the footsteps that I walked would never show
All the lives that I affected for good or bad would be changed for we would never meet
What if I never was?
My wife would not be my wife, someone else would have the love she now gives to me
Also all my children their lives would not be and in the course of time, so many lives would so change.
All because, a little clog, like me, never was
When you think about the enormity of space and of time itself
Just reflect on this, if there were no stars or light to use for reference, just total darkness of space, there would be no time
For, time is a state of mind, without a reference it does not exist
So with that in mind, think of this no matter how small you feel
To all, that you see like time itself, you’re a reference
So it goes for each and everyone one of us no matter how small we see our self, we were meant to be
Just like time, there is a reason, just like space without a beginning, one without ending
No matter how big the universe, it’s still the little things that count
Remember this, my friend, for want of an atom; there would be no Universe at all.
Guildford H Windley
April 21, 2019

by: Guildford Windley

I Feel So Small
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One night as I looked up at the stars
It occurred to me how small I really must be
There up in the sky were trillions upon trillions of stars
Who knows how many, there is more than anyone will ever see
We live on a small planet, in a small solar system, one not of importance in the scheme of things
In fact, there are planets so big they could swallow our Sun and all the planets and still have room
When you put this all together, one can see why
I question my own existence, for what is my life
What if I never was? What if there was no me
How would the world change without little me?
For one thing that I know those who dislike me
Those looked down on me, who judges me so
Those that cared for me, and those who loved who I am
All these people and who could care less
Will, if I never exist, would their life be mist
For without my life, the footsteps that I walked would never show
All the lives that I affected for good or bad would be changed for we would never meet
What if I never was?
My wife would not be, someone else would have the love she now gives to me
Also all my children their lives would not be and in the course of time, so many lives would so change.
All because, a little clog, like me, never was
When you think about the enormity of space and of time itself
Just reflect on this, if there were no stars or light to use for reference, just total darkness of space, there would be no time
For, time is a state of mind, without a reference it does not exist
So with that in mind, think of this no matter how small you feel
To all, that you see like time itself, you’re a reference
So it goes for each and everyone one of us no matter how small we see our self, we were meant to be
Just like time, there is a reason, just like space without a beginning, one without ending
No matter how big universe, it’s still the little things that count
Remember this, my friend, for want of an atom; there would be no Universe at all.
Guildford H Windley
April 21, 2019

by: Yasir Sulaiman

Come before me you did a lot,
But words spoken between us were very few
Close to me when you were not,
Immensely, I still did feel you.

Don’t know how, why, or when,
Began to long I did, to see you more often.
Because, awestruck by your mischievous eyes,
And captivated by your rosy lips I was.

My hands wished to float through your silky mane,
And my ears wished to hear your voice again and again.
But I couldn’t!
Wish I did to say so many things to you,
Wish I did to reveal my thoughts for you.
But I couldn’t!

See you more I wanted to,
But I couldn’t!
Speak to you I wanted to,
But I couldn’t!
Touch you I wanted to,
But I couldn’t!
Kiss you, I wanted to,
But I couldn’t!

Eyes of mine were veiled by morality,
My tongue was held back by family,
Hands of mine were cuffed by chains of sensitivity,
And my heart was imprisoned by my own eligibility

Wish I did a lot of things, to do,
But now they can never come true.
Still wish I do, if you ever knew,
That I had fallen in love with you.

by: Yasir Sulaiman

Every individual alive today is known or recognized by a distinctive personality or character that he or she shows in his or her actions and the way they speak. And there are many who have multi-faceted personalities and whose individuality changes with their mood. But a common trait that one would find in
every individual no matter how different or distant each one from the other may be is that each one has two universal halves. One half where that individual shows strength, ambition, confidence and courage to the world and the other half is the half where one’s “fear” is hidden.

No matter how much ever people deny it, everyone has fear inside them. Throughout life, they keep getting afraid of something or the other. At childhood, everyone is frightened of darkness which continues to remain in some even as they grow up. Heights always instill a fear in people, no matter what their age or profession is. No matter how experienced and brave a stuntman or sportsman you are, the fear of heights will always crawl up your neck each time you see the ground below from the top. Your mind still remains tense in imagining, someone would pounce on you while you wait in the dark. Sudden bursts of sound in silent rooms still turn people’s skin yellow.

So what do we do about this? Can we make our brave-half stronger, so that the other half diminishes? Or should we just continue to ignore it, though we know it exists inside us? No! The best way to overcome fear is to admit it’s presence within us and think of it as a weapon instead of drawback. It is because we are afraid, that we refrain from doing things that could cause harm to us. For example, it is because we are afraid to touch fire that we don't touch it and save ourselves from the injuries it could cause if we had touched it in the first place.

Any tool in the world as long as it is used in the right way for the right reason at the right time. Fear too is no different from this and “as long as fear is used to stay away from harm, there is nothing to fear.”

by: Guildford Windley

She Is the One
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Feel the wind blowing in your face; it is her touch that you embrace
Feel the rain as it falls from up above it’s her tears of love
Look into the mirror do you see, who holds the key to your inner being
It’s her face like an etching burned into the recesses of your mind that’s where it dwells and holds it spell upon your thoughts
She there, right beside you each night do you see her, in your eyes
She’s every woman that can be
She’s every woman that you’ll ever need
She picks you up when you down, she knows just what you need to make you whole, to make you complete
For she is every woman, but she is all the woman that you need
You find yourself bewildered and confused under the spell she has on you
For she is every woman, but she is all the woman that you need
Your life is what you make of it, but she the one who makes that life complete
For she is every woman, but she is all the woman that you need
You may try to run but it’s you won’t get far, the urge that burns within you, is her tender love all aglow as it rages in your heart
Soon you back at her side knowing there is no place to hide, the spell she has on you, you know it keeps you satisfied
For in her loving arms is all that you desire
For she is every woman, but she is all the woman that you need
You look into her eyes, deep down within her soul you’ll see the truth that she bestows
Like a foggy mist that wraps around you, you’ll find your balance is lost, no compass to guide you
There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide
As the power of her charms takes hold, her soul and yours are now one, the peace you seek you now have found
For, in the end, you know the truth
She is every woman
But she is the one, and only one that your soul was created for
She is every woman this is true, but she is the only woman that you’ll ever need!
Guildford H Windley
April 20, 2019

by: Shirley Satterfield

The Baptism

Stumbling, Trembling, Faltering
as I step down into the cold clean waters of death.
Oh how I fear.
Oh how I dread
the chilly abode of the dead.
But, down I go
as trust grips the likes of me.

Then up I come,
a slave of fear set free
as joy, joy, joy
grips the likes of me.
Now, what’s that I hear
in the background din?????-Its the sounds of angels singing!
So, now I know what I only knew in part;
It is really true-I was truly saved from sin.

by: Guildford Windley

A glimpse of a Dream
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One glimpse of her eyes
Makes my temperature rise
Her movement is of methodic beat
She sways in the wind and moves with grace
Her face, a face that burns inside my soul
In my dreams she comes to me, I see her face
But yet no embrace can I share with her
She is of the wind, a free spirit born to fly
Outside of my reach, she taunts me with a beguile of a smile
In my dreams, I’m lost to no avail for I try to breach the barrier
My hopes, my dreams to touch her sweet smile with my fingertips
To hold at last and press my lips to hers
But such is not to be, for the spirit of the wind takes her away from me
She rides high, into the sky, she moves through the clouds, away from me
Out of my reach, out of my life, but forever in my dreams!
Guildford H Windley
April 13, 2019

by: Guildford Windley

For the Babies that Never Were
(Dedicated to my Sister the one I’ll never know)
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Life is so fickle
No one knows for sure
We come and we go like a revolving door
New faces born; while others die
Some go young never living a full life
Yet there are those who’s last breath, does over a hundred years pass before that breath is released with a sigh
Like the rise of the morning Sun or its setting when the day is done
Life goes on; it dies but is renewed once more
Life has its meaning this is for sure
But what that meaning for most it’s not quite clear
But what of those who will never be
A child stillborn on delivery
An accident took her, so she’ll never be
Those that were never born or who will see the light of day
Just a memory of what they could have been
I cry for all the lost souls, both living and dead
But my heart breaks for the child who never has lived!
Guildford H Windley
April 15, 2019

by: Shirley Satterfield

The mood was
Pitch,
The mood was
Dark
in this everyday Box-store hustle,
And there was tension in the air
During this everyday Big-store
Tussle ..

But lo, Deep in the midst of this horrible hurried
Hassle,
in the Backdrop of this Box-store
Night
The Lord had laid,
The Lord had laid
His table full of light
.
There were Bibles, Bibles everywhere
stacked way up into the air
on sale for really cheap.
Sadly though
people just moved on
so the light they did not reap.
They didn’t even give a glance.
They didn’t even think
To give my Lord a second chance
To save them from this Big-Box Hell.

The Bibles didn’t sell.

by: Guildford Windley

Can you find the Truth?
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What is a lie?
It is not the truth
Or is it
Is truth really the lie and the lie is really the truth
It depends on who is telling the truth, and who is telling the lie
How you see it and what you know will determine who you think is telling the truth
Only trust what you know and weigh the words that are spoken persuasively than one who is, very dourer
So it goes to the orator, to win his point, he may lie to you it’s true
But if he speaks with words of honey, he can make the ugly be beautiful to your ears.
So beware of what you hear, for it could cost you down the road
Only trust what you know and weigh the words that are spoken
Use your brain, to think through each notion, do not show satisfaction base on emotions
For the truth is out there waiting for you to pick it from the tree!
Guildford H Windley
April 13, 2019

by: Shirley Satterfield

Dedicated to a very Special Friend

Marilyn went to the School of the Birds
And when she warbles out a note
She keeps my soul afloat.
She has the gift of singing.
What is your gift?
Its Lisa that can cook
And bless the souls at her breakfast nook
She has the gift of Hospitality.
What is your gift?
And its Shirley that can write a book.
That is her gift.
And MJ can really organize
The many things
I highly prize.

What is your gift?

Just look within
Then look to Him

And you’ll find your gift..

But all these gifts that we so enjoy will give way to something better.

Just ask God. Just ask the Lord.

He said so in His letter.

When life breaks free from pain’s decree and death removes our earthly fetter.

We shall be free! We shall be free!

He said so in His Letter.

by: Shirley Satterfield

My name is written on a graven stone
In a lonely yard somewhere,
But I’m not about to go
Exactly right in there.

So I’ll be glad when doomsday dawns
And God burns up that mossy plot
With fire and wrath
And things to come
Of which we don’t know what.

Alls I know is that Christ the Lord
Died to save me from that grave And no longer will I serve sin
Or be death’s so willing slave.

by: Guildford Windley

Democracy Dies
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The Day democracy died
No one, cried for they did not know
They went about their own way
While those who tried to warn were taken away
When the independence of the government falls to the will at the top
When departments turn to weapons, used by a would be king
The people’s freedom no longer do we sing, a country turn into prison, no one is free
The news is all twisted by the PR man, what is up and what is down will be turned around
When democracy dies, it will die because we brought the lies from those who cloak the truth and hide it from our eyes
We heard just what they wanted, those who spoke out and tried to point out the lies, were dealt with
Fear to talk, brought about the silence, death to freedom when only his words our spoken
His minion rise using force, claiming to be coerced
The power that runs the show using religion to force control
Women, people of color, and those that love is not approved of
Anyone who poses a threat, to the wealth at the top, targets to put down
Yes freedom and democracy disappear when there’s no dissent
Yes, freedom and democracy die when all we have is his lies!
Guildford Windley
April 11, 2019

by: Shirley Satterfield

Spitting flys into the wind.
Spitting flys into the wind.
Thats what we so often do
When we let harsh and bitter words
Escape into our immortal sin.
May I, Lord, keep my fly trap shut
And not a Venus flower be
Seeking whom I may devour
By setting those nasty, nasty flies free

by: alexis karpouzos

You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don’t worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.

by: alexis karpouzos

She’s real and dreamy
she’s logical and mystical,
she’s sensitive and distant,
a warrior and lover.
She’s fearless and gentle,
wondrous and brave.
She lives in waterfalls and forests
and sunsets and galaxies,
and dancing with the universe.
She’s believes in oneness.
THAT’S LIFE…