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by Rosemea MacPherson
Stay calm my soul
and fear not my dear,
your loving God is always near.
No one can harm your body,
that is very clear
Your loving God is always near.
Fear not my spirit,
be calm the night is near,
'cause your loving God, is here!
By Rosemea MacPherson.
I love my solitude,
and go for a walk in the woods
where I lift prayers toward heavens,
all the people I think I should.
The best way to give
an awesome way to forgive
is, only with God, live.
Give thanks, and receive.
The walk is full of clean air,
I renew my strength to proceed living
in harmony, with those, I do much love
and those, I so much care.
I love walk in the woods,
when its hot, cold, and cloudy,
there is cleansing when it rains,
That cleans up my brains.
I love to go to the woods.
Just me and my dog,
He trusts me, I am, His master
I trust you, my master- I trust you God!
By Rosemea MacPherson
Artists create, they don’t regurgitate
they don’t copy someone else’s work
True creativity, true art, thru ones observation
of reality, their eyes, their senses,
and comes out after much elaboration.
Sometimes art takes years to crystalize,
inside one’s heart to come to fruition,
even to the conscious mind of the artist
who wants to put them on paper, canvas,
the artists then, wants - Recognition.
There are writers, musician, photographers
who want talk years to better their craft.
And others, with no talent, will copy
and sign if they it was their own
just to pretend they are artists too
because on their own they have no ideas to show.
They are thieves, who just get ideas to publish on the Internet
they are thieves indeed, because they get no benefit
and no one gets enriched, they don’t make a profit,
except the liars who are lunatics, if you look at them carefully
their work shows that all they do is cheat.
It takes maturity, age, discernment
that obviously comes from a mature mind
the lenses of a camera viewed thru someone ‘s eye
a cheater in a hurry to get recognized,
forgets to give credit for what is plagiarized.
I open my eyes and watch for those types
I am tired of people getting an idea from me.
I will take them to court, and they will have to compromise
and give to me what, had always been mine.
By Rosemea MacPherson
My little friends from the middle of nowhere
where I will never be
where I will never dare
where from? I don’t even care!!!
Why talk to people
that I will never meet
I don’ t have anything in common
seems a waste of time..seems so unfit..
Sometimes they annoy me
That is the weirdest part!
But somehow, and somewhere
some have touched my heart.
Sometimes I feel rejected,
cause some don't talk to me...
some dare to be, critics
of a person they don’t even know
and more likely will never meet!
Talking to strangers, my parents said: NO
we spend hours and days
and that is all we want to do.
Not only disobeying, but wasting time too..
Cyber world is a very strange place to meet
wasting time throwing away compliments
on people that I will never see..
and those people. I will never meet!
by Rosemea MacPherson
God tests us with long delays
out prayers can’t pass the cloudy sky
no prayer seems to go through
eventually you will hear from Him, Just wait.
All has to be according to his purpose
He has desired of his own
A delay is not denial just delays
God is just testing your faith.
He wants to energize our prayers
Our boat tossed by waves
He seems to sleep while our fears crave
But he is never..never..
too late.. Just wait!
By Rosemea MacPherson
written to my
friend Dianna.
I like people that are brave
People who are courageous
who when they have problems they don’t cave
when they are challenged.
The more trouble the more strength
the more sadness,
the more they smile,
they let sadness go for awhile.
I like people that might face hunger
with contentment and gratitude
because they hope things will change
and what is being challenged is the attitude!
In sickness they give strength to others
Make fun of themselves at that very hour
When they loose blood
They say: Just call me powder!
I love people that will fight sickness,
is they loose their hair they find a scarf,
or wear a hat, and say:
“ I am going around with a new silhouette!”
They show reliance,
they show brilliance
they make you smile, they shine..
and you follow along in line!
you need to be in line.
by Rosemea MacPherson
I like the sound of silence..
no music... no talk, just silence
The stillness lets me travel away
to see the sea..
to fell the breeze, to dream again
about places that I’ve seen..
or about places that I never been.
I like the silence, but not nature’s silence
I like to hear the wind blow,
the birds sing, my dog drinking
the beauty that the silence can bring
is like a drink to my thirsty soul
and it is like the music of a bell ringing!
I’ve learned to like silence from people
People that I loved long ago..
Or people that I have just loved
I wanted a small noise
from them... but now it is
such a relief to achieve the oneness
of being in peace and accept just small silences as this
Without wondering when they will show next..
what conflict will arise then,
I just blow those off with my fan.
I do not like ambiguity,
Bifurcated feelings,
car noise, non-harmonic feelings
electric guitar, loud people,
sirens, snow blowers,
concrete breakers.
people that trample on me
without the dignity
of saying I am sorry!
Arguments..I would rather
never have to talk again
than to fight again..
That is I retreat inside myself,
I dream about the silent moments of my day..
that in many instances seems so far away.
by Rosemea MacPherson
Some people are so intrusive
they have to do things their way,
they don’t care for the feelings of other
just want us to care about them.
They are manipulative
and show up when they please
They don’t like to wait for others..
and that is how it is..
They can make wait forever,
when one minute
can feel like years
and that your tears..
do not mean anything to them.
I have things that I would like to do
not just wait for you..
Or just be asked to do things for you
At this time I would like to say
I have an agenda too!
Rosemea MacPherson
I want to take my cross
that my life planned to be,
what I don’t want to do is to carry the burden
that would weight a ton on me.
I carry my cross daily
but the weight I give to God
I cleanse myself everyday
of the problems that would increase its weight.
We all have crosses
none one has a lighter one,
it all depends on how much
of the past
we let go..
Holding on to problems of the past
will only increase the weight
picking up the cross daily,
The cross will be lighter weight,
so it will not cause pain,
more experience, just gained.
Rosemea MacPherson
Why not treat all your friends the same way?
Why distinguish amongst them
one you answer fast..
the other you will take all day.
If you were true friends
we could joke and play,
but be so serious with some
and not another..
I say to that no way!
I want friends that will respond to me
right away..
I keep going there, and you don’t come my way
what can justify
the absence to some
and presence to others,
so constant...
To me the answer is clear
the one you answer the first
are the ones who are dear..
Why run after people
that you are not dear to them
It is a foolish thing
like a fool talking to himself again.
Who just needs more people around
more trouble and no love, without care...
I will just leave you alone
and just go somewhere...
By Rosemea MacPherson
Fell in love with you sadness
like to be in the pit
write about you madness
It just makes me sick.
If I read what you write
I feel a lot of sadness,
and feel that I have to help,
You don’t want any help,
You chose to be sad
You’ve chosen to be glad..
When I read what you write
I feel compel to answer and try to help
I am loved. I am happy, you don’t have the right
to mess up my physic with your cold heart
I person who only thinks about himself
I have to let you go, to be myself.
I can be kind. I can be overnice
I can cause diabetes cause of my sweetness
but to me cut strings with people is very easy.
I have chosen the positive
I have chosen to be brave
I have chosen to laugh..
You have an edge that mess up my pledge.