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Some of my poetry will be based on actual short story events, describing visual imagery pertaining to my childhood and life as a young man who raised himself on the streets beginning at the young age of 12 as a male prostitute ~ Some are just plain right Fiction ~  Most are about Gods' great works ~ 

                                                            

So, be careful as to which poem you decide to read!

 

I am the father of two boys, ages 17 & 18, born on the same day..

November 21st...1989 & 1990.....both Marines.

I've had my share of Lovers in the past 25 years, and
I have been HIV + since Aug. 1992, yet my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,

 has given me the chance to express my homosexuality, perversions to some,

 AIDS, Addiction and Alcoholism through the gift of writing.
I do believe in the Bible and its' contents, therefore,

I do believe with all my heart, that I am,

"THE  WHOSOEVER THAT BELIEVETH."
This may seem contradictive to most Christians, but....

.I am not here to push my beliefs or faith on others,

as I hope others will not do to me with their own beliefs.

I am merely stating my trusted position in society and in this dying world.

If you have any questions as to how I can believe in the Bible

 and accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior, yet be a homosexual,

I am open to your comments without reservation.
NO DEBATING SCRIPTURES PLEASE!!!! 

I am truly thankful, that God didn't inspire John to write...

"For all the heterosexuals who believe,

shall not perish, but have ever lasting life"

...otherwise, I'd be screwed.

I hope All who read my poetry can find some sort of understanding in my words,

and I hope some of my poetry about Alcoholism can and will touch those who have been afflicted

by someone who is an alcoholic or, the disease of alcoholism.  Sobriety date is Aug. 25th 2003.
As far as being a gay man, well....that is between me and my Creator.

 .
~ This incredible Triquain
was penned by my Loving AP Sis,
Lilac Thoughts ~
Natures Survival - (Triquain)
Missing image
Natures Survival
...+...
Soft voices
Among forest shadows
Angels heard echoes of discontent
Perched above in woodlands canopy they eavesdropped
Shocked, in disbelief of what they heard
Insects, flowers, berries
All to die
...+...
Wings a flight
In haste without delay
They carried their news to God on High
Low and behold, He parted branches and shone light
Warm beams reached the withered underbrush
Life began to bloom on
Forest floors
...+...
A Triquain is a seven line poem with syllables in multiples of 3 as follows:
3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 This form is always centered.
Triquain...created by Shelley Cephas
.
This Rictameter was made by my beautiful AP niece:
~Pixxiepoetess~
Arkbear.
Master of form.
Beauty flows from his pen,
decorating the page with ink,
leaving readers awestruck and desperate
to read more--to seek his wisdom,
inspiring all who read
his poetry.
Arkbear.
.
 .
Missing image
~* Angel Answered *~
Premature promises made to family
with insurance of infinite longevity
after breath stolen, heart stopped~
wings wrapped tiny bundle carefully.

Monitors motioned distress of newborn,
Spirit fought,  flesh changed color to warn
as cries went unheard, unable to assist~
an Angel heard, made sacrifice, Life sworn.

Descended to incubator, infused his energy~
Sacred Gift given, newborn lived miraculously.
Luv you loads my Sis, Desire ~

 

 

...The Healing Fusion of Light...

 

/\
Live
my life
in coldness,
no words no song.
-o0o-
Senses starved of hope
one shaft of light I strive for,
small gap in half opened door,
yearning for shadows.
-o0o-
Embracing grief
in sweeping

hunt for
light
unsung
in my heart,
no beat no flame.
-o0o-
I pray for balance,
and caress on fevered eyes.
Save my spirit from demise
in weakest moments
-o0o-
Silence in loss,
my grieving

held in
dark

conveys
fears of life,
in tangled threads.
-o0o-
Then out from the blue
God replies to fretful prayers,
compassionate light he shares.
A new day has dawned
-o0o-
Comforting peace
gives back my
verve once
more
\/

 

Wrapped in grief, but with God and friendships,

 I feel harmony is slowly being restored
-SMILE-


*Arkquain Swirl*

Credit for Form...Arkbear

Picture credit...Inebriantia

Poem by...Lilac thOughts

 

 

 

This Arkquain, created by Me, was penned by, Griswold

 

God is Love (Arkquain)

Missing image
Love
fleeting
hard to find
harder to keep
^j^ ^j^ ^j^ ^j^ ^j^
Loving yourself first
giving everything you can
caring for the other man
praise our God for this
^j^ ^j^ ^j^ ^j^ ^j^
His will prevails
his love rules
trust in
God

 

This poem was written by my AP brother Gary...

AKA / ~Getsbetter~

 

Of "Mighty faith" there stands a bear,

that shares his love and words of prayer.

Destined he'll be...to stay Gods child,

this gentle man so {meek and mild}

The proud dedication to both his boys,

has been his inspiration and bundles of joys.

From across the states, I whisper my prayer,

our Lord will handle your health with great care.

The wonderful comments from the man I see,

were given from the heart and so carefree.

"Arkbear" is his name, strength from within,

a soft peer of the eye and a distinguished grin.

"You stand tall bear" like the forever oak,

you'll never fall to the brunt of anyones joke.

I'm glad to know such an honest man,

that has layed out his life with a direct plan.

Dear Lord, please watch over his family and him,

as he praises your name with an amazing hymn.

Show him your power of healing dear Lord,

for his strength is strong and voice has roared.

Of "Mighty faith" there stands a bear,

that shares his love and words of prayer...

 

Thank you Gary... Arkbear ~

 

 

Penned by my Handsome, Brute of a Brother, David...aka...

Angel w o Wings

 

User

 

"Under the Sun"

I'm most comfortible in my sexuality to say
It's not a crime or a sin to be alive and gay
We all pray and cry and say goodbye
Laugh and die and ask our lovers "WHY"

It's all the same to me,
they have a right to their freedom

Some men have a love for women
some men have a love for men

Love is love,
it all comes from above
God sees light in each and everyone
We all have our time under the sun
Shining down upon us all
If we chose ignorence
We will surely fall
I have no hate for anyone
I have had my time under the sun
I'm most comfortible in my sexuality to say
It is NOT a sin to be alive and gay

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Thanks Big Bubba,

 

Brother Bear ~

 

 

~ Forsake Me Not ~

                                                                 by Me

 

 

~ * ~

Wonders

of why my Lord

hath forsaken me, not

providing this scortching belly

with manna from heaven

Hearken unto

my voice

which silently

pleads mercy oh Great one

How can your creation stumble

and not hear the truth told

Satan deceives

children

and all my lost

sheep hear him whispering

His lizard tongue destroys all that

is good in this place which

you created

Angels

watch over me

as your spirit comforts

my starvation and thirsty lips

I trust and believe there

shall only be

one soul

who can save me

 blessed Creator on high

I shall rest and await for your

appearance my father

Forsake me not

dear God

~ * ~

 

 

~ The Three Wise Men ~ 

                                                     by Me

 

 

~*~

Alone

Sands of Iraq

Once on American

soil, now fighting in a foreign

land occupied by Insurgents to keep

a country distressed and denied

truth to all those who seek

wisdom, yet left

alone

~*~

Many

have died with a

loss of life and perished

without recognition of whom

they are or even how they have fallen

to their death from enemies who

despise our presence of

soilders There are

many

~*~

Jesus

watches from the

heavens above as they

embark on new missions assigned

from Commanders orders The President

wants to send more troops abroad to

complete this task Praying

helps He will hear

Jesus

~*~

 

~ Arkbear ~

(c) 1-12-07

 

 

 

 

 

~*~

Baby

from a Virgin,

who would've believed in

such a thing happening on this

planet, or some other unknown solar

system in which we know not of,

into ones' soul, we'll seek

that pretend 'lil

baby

~*~

Bible,

poetry scribed,

laced throughout history

as one of the most scholared books

penned upon parchment, a testimony

with quills of faith, inscribed into

my soul as truth, beyond

no other, the

bible

~*~

Jesus,

unseen to mine

eyes, yet convictions are

his way of teaching my heart to

listen and obey, his voice comforts me

Spiritual aquaintance, Savior,

I know him as my Lord,

I know him as,

Jesus

~*~

 

 

      

             

 

 

               

 

 

.

 

This *Triquain Blend*

ACROSTIC, 

was penned by my AP & Spiritual Sister in Christ,

~ Shelley A. Cephas ~

 

~ *Triquain Blend* also created by Shelley ~

 

A friend who

rests safely in the Lord,

kindly shares artistry with others

because of beauty, warmth and love found in his soul;

eagerly works honing writing skills

as he creates new forms

regally.

 

My dear brother of the faith

yielding his heart to the Lord.

 

Blessed with a

repectful, natural

openness to help those in need and

total devotion to his family and friends;

he's always willing to do his best,

eloquent are his words,

rich in hope. 

 

Thank you Shelley! 

.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Blue Mountains of Mist and War 

                                                                                   by Me 

 

 

Returning to my homeland remains a mystery.
Wars of uncertainty weigh heavy upon my soul.
Bow of shaved oak, direct my arrows of dried birch.
I pray their course be direct and silent.


God of favored men, protect my brood from thy King's wrath.
Allow fields of sown seeds and dried meats to sustain their belly's.
Followers of peace, may we unite and defeat this enemy of death.
Grant these requests my Lord and I shall raise unto you my sword.


Carry me unto this battle, bestowing upon me wisdom and courage to fight.
Treason I shall not give thought, I must right the passage to freedom.
Swift currents, guide my humble raft to their shores.


Mighty mist and shrouded mountains of blue,
contain thy fog until blood runs from their veins.
Eagle of twisted rivers, seek out my journey of triumph.


The enemy has declared war which must be fought,
I surrender only to my master of wisdom.
Wife of many years, listen for my soul to speak to you in your dreams,
for it is there, that we shall be together and replant our seed of love.

 

 

 

Your Majesty

                 by Me

 

Willow of grace,

majesty of old,
supple beauty now fading fast.
Reflections of life,
illuminating since birth,
waters edge now closes in.
Branches now weakened,
bark peels to reveal your flesh,
brittle stems now in bird's nests.
Coolness you once provided,
under your canopy of tears,
weeping for years gone unheard.
A place for you to rest,
your guests are becoming few,
soon to walk on by, noticing not.
Once upon a time,
you stood broad and proud,
your soul has but one last journey.
Cascading into the night,
Gardner's remove your roots so deep,
no more shall you share this place of serenity.
Farewell my Willowed friend,
It is you I will miss,
For I am the waters whom you drank from,
~ I shall miss your thirst for Life. ~

 

 

~Swans of Pearl~

                                   by Me

 

 

~*~

Lovely

graceful water

fowl shimmering atop

glassy mirrors of silhouettes

Gentle ripples embrace

feathered down of

formed

female beauty

Swim to me and embrace

a journey of surrealness and

a new covenant true

Tranquil waters

reflect

the destinies

of future flights anew

 Pearl white Swans inevitably

admire your lovliness

yet your presence

remains

beside me still

Paddle with me crossing

multiple lakes and pond water

flowing deeply within

hidden abyss

Currents

calmly decide

generations for nest

Tender eggshells cracking open

to free our young gosling

They have your looks

my love

~*~

 

 

 

 ~Winter Peacock~

 

by Me

 

 ~*~

Creature

adorned with the

 most beautiful feathers

Elegant stance to proudly show

your ivory snow pearls

are bursting forth

within

glamorous view

Tucked away for winter

seasons of cold beckon your calm

presence to warm our hearts

within your sights

portrait

and shimmering

snowflakes fall upon your

down of jeweled quills mightier

dominance and always

intimidate

those of

hues blended as

an artists' palette full

of blues and purples with a splash

of red and green to catch

our attention

In awe

you ever shine

with your brilliance even

as you glow in morning sunshine

To look at you takes our

breath away my

Peacock

~*~

 

 

This Double Acrostic was penned by my dear Friend, aboomer ~
A BEAR SNORES:

Anticipating the shock

Bear works on the new, pesky rules
E’s omitted for the first contest,
A’s will be eliminated next,
Respondents will have to read carefully.

Slow start
Numerous new persons enter,
Old ones finally show up
Re-doing their entries,
Edits and re-edits occuring
So far….amusing.

Allowing himself to relax,

Bear sits back and watches
E-mails are going back and forth;
Aboomer’s running into problems
Re-writing over and over.

Sleeping and snoring through Islekines,
Neon becomes labeled common and cliche
Organized writes are gone!
Ryan’s can give nightmares to youngsters
Eliciting a comment to label ‘Adult’,
Snickering, Bear plans new shocks for next time.

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