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WHISPERS OF THE HEART ?
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WHISPERS OF THE HEART ? |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
WHISPERS OF THE HEART ? Poetry consumed is where wisdom begins As we heed to the whispers of the heart. It’s easy to blame others for our dismay When from ignorance we refuse to part. Verse is a beacon of hope in the darkness, To help us navigate the pitfalls of strife. Far more people write it, than read it, And that’s why there’s endless conflict in life. I write poems to help fuel the light By sharing what God has given me. With stories of life, love, war and more. Where heroes pray on bended knee. MASTERS OF VERSE Poetry is one of Earth’s oldest arts Practiced long before words of print. Every race had its masters of verse In caves, huts cabins, or tent. Stories in verse were handed down From one generation to another. The first told of love, war and more And how to survive each other. As man became more civilized He could not help but wonder within. Verse then took on a deeper meaning With stories of faith, superstition, and sin. The act of reciting became in demand As verse began to advance Every tribe, city, town and village Had someone who gave words romance. Today’s poets are on the World Wide Web Though many seem spiritually ill. Thank heaven for all who still have God’s gift To compose, teach, comfort, and fulfill. THE POWER OF POETRY Poetry is the lighthouse of life Guiding the lost from a stormy sea. Without it’s presence darkness prevails Keeping us from all we can be. Poems are used to convey passion By poets of both good and evil mood. Some are hateful others loving Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food. Verse can lead us to glory or doom As we partake with others within. Depicting our past, present and future With words of man’s grace or sin. People write poetry because they have no choice Answering to the call of their gift. Where some tend to pull their readers down Others compose to give them a lift. Always remember the power of poetry Is used by both heaven and hell. It’s up to us to choose our pleasure As poetry remains alive and well. DIVINE INTERVENTION I never write a poem That doesn’t write itself. I catch a buzz and come alive Like a puppet off it’s shelf. Hearing many voices, Whose words are never mine. My pen becomes a painter’s brush Forming visions on a line. I seem to be a better person, When it’s time to sit down and write. A higher power guides my hand, Sharing wisdom by day and night. People born to create, Have no choice but to perform. It’s the rush of sharing their gift, That elevates them from the norm. What would our world become, Without intervention from above? Angry beings in a revolving cage, With no sense of passion or love. ALL POETS SERVE A MASTER Most poets have a bit of Solomon Shakespeare and Poe within. Constantly eager to share their visions Of love, life, joy and sin. Some guzzle whiskey Some sip wine, Some prefer cola And feel just fine. Some smoke pot Or suck cigarettes, Some abuse drugs With lifetime regrets. Some attend church And sing of God, While others make fun And call them odd. All have a purpose, Which drives them to compose. All serve a master, Who by free will, they chose. A GOOD POEM A good poem paints a picture For both your heart and brain. It doesn't need a second chance To make its meaning plain. A good poem is like the flower, The lily or the rose. God plants it in a poet's brain And there its beauty grows. A good poem like a cardinal Is pregnant with song; You can’t help but hear its message As it sings what's right or wrong. A good poem helps us remember What the joys of life are for, It makes us want to love someone 'Till death comes knocking at our door. GOD’S POETS The prize jewels of any nation Are the philosophers of the heart. How they think is universal, For it’s God who makes them so smart. Most poets tell the truth of life, Though they may wrap it in beauty. It's their passion, not their purpose; To compose is but their duty. Poets have no reason to lie When the truth is always so clear. All that others say and do Is but food for the poet's ear. One merit of a poet's work, Which most people cannot deny, They say more and in fewer words To illuminate you and I. God sent his poets down to earth With words of wisdom and of worth, That they might touch the souls of men And bring them back to Him again. God has always had his poets, Who he watches with love from space. But Satan has his poets too, Who try to lead us from our grace. King Solomon was a poet, Who spoke of love, life, death, and war. That lips were like threads of scarlet, And that breasts were roses and more. The wild birds sing and flowers bloom, As clouds form figures in the sky. But only humans will write poems, That shall last long after they die. The eldest sister of all arts, Which some have called the devils wine. Poetry is but pure passion, To stimulate the heart and mind. All Poems By Tom Zart |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
my goodness Mr Tom Zart - you write some wonderful words! enjoyed everyone ! RDB |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Are these reposts? And I said to the devil, "You better leave my spleen alone." |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
I enjoyed reading these poems and indeed much truth be told in your last verse... "Poetry is but pure passion, to stimulate the heart and mind". |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Excellent poetry, Sir. Enjoyed. Hugs, Ethel (garysgirl) |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
I wish to thank all for your kind replys and time taken to read the poems God has given a old fool.I could never compose a poem without divine intervention. |
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I Love Jesus Member
since 2006-12-12
Posts 216ar. |
God bless you Tom! It is trully a great pleasure reading what The Lord has blessed you with! I pray it touches the hearts of the lost, and brings them to repent! It's not gonna be much longer before we will be face to face with our King Jesus and our Father God forever! PRAISE THE NAME ABOVE ALL NAMES, JESUS CHRIST THE LORD! Stacey |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The journey through your words was one worth taking - thank you! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Tom, Enjoyed the read. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I never write a poem That doesn’t write itself. I catch a buzz and come alive Like a puppet off it’s shelf. very much enjoyed and can also relate, your words make it very up close and personal...well done |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Thank you all for your support of my poems. |
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