Simplest things in life
Sin is like coffee
the joy of it only last a minute or two
and the taste of it drags you in to the last dropp
This is why some of the most simplest things
are so addicting,
so remember this in life
poem by Frank Pulver
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Semper Fi
Semper Fi
To the Lord
Semper Fi
To magnify his name
Semper Fi
As He strengths are our hearts
Semper Fi
Because without him, we would never be the same
Semper Fi
We need to remember that He was there from the very start
Semper Fi
To the Lord
poem by Frank Pulver
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Promises to Keep
We need to write down everything,
For this you and I will see the good it can bring.
These things can bring everything from the heart,
This will keep us from growing apart.
As time comes ans goes only we will know,
Where our promise will go.
By Frank Pulver
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Poet's Heart
A poem is like a wild rose
Your ideas bloom into something as it grows
Some your ideas flow clear and beautiful like a song
And sometimes those thoughts turn into sadness about things that go wrong
But the most important things to remember is where those ideas start.
And that is from a Poet's Heart
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Love off in the Distance
Even though I might have now passed away
I can see your shadow off in the distance
As you walk down the long road of life
I can't wait to see your smile
I can't wait to feel your love
I can't wait to hold you
I can't wait to tell you that I still Love you
This poem is about how love never fades away
Frank Pulver Nov 22,2012
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Poetry
Poetry....
.... are words that create beauty
Poetry....
.... are words that are that are illusions of
the Imagination
Poetry....
.... is the art of saying nothing to saying everything Poetry....
.... is like a marriage that are bonded together
to produce bonded together hatred or love Poetry....
.....is a way of how a poet views the world
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Finding it-LOVE
Finding it is so hard and is rare
Finding it sometimes takes years
Finding it is something that should be handled with care
Finding it can bring you laughter instead of tears
Finding it can make you happy and free
Finding it can open the LOVE in your heart
Finding it will open your eyes to see
That one you do find it, you will see it has done its part
By Frank Pulver
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On Bended Knee
Lord, why are there so many opportunities that you have given to us
And all we want to do is complain and fuss
There have so many times that you gave us hints and all we let them passed us by
Because we were to scared to ask you why
we are asking you now Lord, "what is it that you want us to do? '
So that we can be there someday with you
Thank you for always being there, especially when we felt alone and lost
We are glad that you are here and is why we come to you on bended knee at this cross
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Why are you still Talking to Me
Lord, why are you still talking to me
I have not been that person that I said that I would be
There is one thing that I wanted to pretend
that you are not real, but the truth always came to me and that you still wanted to be my friend
I want to ask you, " Why? "
What did I do to deserve this, especially when all I wanted to so do is to lie?
Well at times I am not sure, but I am glad that you are with me during all of life's trials.
I am glad that You stood by me, even though it took a long while.
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Blood and Fire
Think as our Church used to stand the corner of the street,
As you could hear the band and the congregation and homeless meet.
The Corps Officer would preach and go out his way,
To help anyone wanting to go on bended knee to pray
.
Hearing the sounds of them say 'Why, why, why,
Did my Father Jesus have to die? '
As the tears were dried up by the end of the night,
And do to this is why everyone could now see the Light.
Thinking of this is why The Salvation Army is my desire,
And this is why I love the Blood and the Fire.
poem by Frank Pulver
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