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Monday, January 31, 2011

i have penance to do


i have penance to do

if you forgive me not
nor call my name
my penance is mine
alone
just the same

i suffer you not
retribution
in my elocution
or written word
nary a tone of acidity
shall drip from my tongue
for it is not your judgment
upon which i must pass
but that of my own
and such
i have always known
that i am the Captain of this ship
the sails are of my own making
and i take leave
across the Seas of my hopes
for
i have penance to do


(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Inner Child Radio welcomes the Dynamic Poet Andy Scott to the Hump Day Show

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Andy Scott

 Poet
Writer
Story Teller
Radio Talk Show Host


Andrew Scott is 39 years old and a native of Fredericton, NB.  Andrew started writing as a way to communicate and cleanse his feelings.  The poems written are based on all five senses of emotion.  They are stories of him and others, based loosely on conversations and observations.  These are brought to him by visions in his mind and relating to his characters as they were real people.  Once they are thought of, these people come to life as their story is told.  The reader can relate as these are emotions based on everyday life. 



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feeling all that Jazz . . .


feeling all that Jazz . . .

i felt like some Music
not quite knowing what my Soul was asking for
i pondered
you see, it is through Music
that my Soul comes to a certain ease
and is pleased to dance upon the tonal essence
of creativity
which has emanated from Soul

funny thing about Music
Music is a language
that opens the eye
that affirms that Soul is Soul
no matter the temporal divisions of man

i thought perhaps i’d listen to some Classical
that i may remember
that life time many centuries ago
when that was my flow

or perhaps some Rock or Country
maybe some R & B
so i could feel the me of this age

but i wanted to transcend these limitations
of evaluations
and the summations of definition
and then
my Soul spoke
and said
put on some Jazz
and though some Clerics
would have some issues with the lyrics
i care not
for let us not forget their purpose here
is to exploit our fear
and me,
i want to explore
where our head is
and how much more i can be
exponentially speaking

needless to say
the journey this day
is about me finding me
the undefining of me
and freely i dance
in the garden of contemplation
feeling all that Jazz . . .


(c) 30 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.




Saturday, January 29, 2011

and i smile at me . . .

and i smile . . . at me . . .

there is the “Me”
and there is the me of “ME”
and there is “i”
and “i” is responsible for “ME”
but there are times when the me of “Me”
attempts to convince me to travel a road
that is not good for “Me” . . .
though the engagements of such things
may be enticing to me
i know for the Greater “Me” i should abstain
for when i listen to my lesser me
there is always some pain that “Me”
has to experience or endure
i am not quite sure what me wants from “Me”
but i do have to keep my eye on him
and my “I” on him . . .me
cause he can be a sneaky little thing
whispering in my ear
suggesting things that ‘i’ can do for “ME” . . .
but “I” am not having it

you see the greater “I” of “Me”
is always looking out for little me too
“Me’ . . .
i have learned to just sit and watch
as the little me, like a child
plays in this Cosmic Sand Box
embracing and attempting to bring his dreams to life

and i smile . . . at me . . .


(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

and then i am free


and then i am free

Love is the liberator of my Soul
she makes me realize
that these holes in my Heart must be filled
and though my Garden may be tilled
if i plant not Her seeds
then my deeds are of naught
and all that i sought
such as the Flowers of life
and my liberation from it’s strife
shall not be
i shall never taste the sweet fruits
if i not love
sow love
think love
dream love
live love
be love

and then i am free


(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Friday, January 28, 2011

ever for . . .



 
ever for

my soul joyfully weeps in anticipation . . .
of your coming
…home.
i know with all due certainty
that you bear for me a bountiful heart,
filled with the gifts of “Heart”,
with no limitations.

Through many restless nights
i rode the dream streams
of colorful light beams
looking over the horizons
of my aspirations . . .
looking for you

All my senses enlivened
with the urge but to be of you . . .
through you . . .
in you . . .
once again . . .
for you complete
the “me” of “me”.

Over the eons
i have watched
the waxing and waning
of my passions and desires,
knowing that only your heart
could align my path with my truth.

Need i say that
the warm velvet of your ethereal touch
grounds me in the soil
of the garden of “Birth and Death”
exposing my silly illusions . . .
that i am finite.

Yes Love,
in my delusional haste to live
and the creations of my own hauntings,
i knew you were always there . . .
heart in hand
flowing with the essence of all life
. . . love.
For with Love,
Death willingly is trumped
and thus submits it’s veil of deceit
to what “IS” . . . Life!

So my dear
bring me the breath of “BE”ing that sustains us . . .
bring me the Joy Divine
bring me my Life’s Light . . .
Light my Lantern once again
bring me our life
that permeates all “BE”ing . . .
that i may awaken
and be transformed in the . . .

ever for.

(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.


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The Poet’s Pen’s Soul . . .



The Poet’s Pen’s Soul

sometimes i put too much value
on the function of my pen
when it is my soul that let’s without
what i once held within

you see, with out inspiration
and that burning desire to speak
the thoughts and considerations we share
which our Soul allows us to peek

some things are of love
and the making of such
it is the pen of the Poet
that is blessed to touch

that special Holy place
where the Poet’s insight resides
as we encourage and quell tears
the whole world has cried

yes we are the Poet
and mighty is our pen
but it is soul that gifts us
as we speak out from within

The Poet’s Pen’s Soul


(c) 27 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

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Minister Jerushia McDonald-Hylton, a native of Las Vegas, has gained notoriety in the world of fashion and entertainment as a Print and Runway Model. Today she is a Role Model to MILLIONS across the Globe with Women with a Vision Ministry (WWAV). Her love of the Word of God is contagious. She has the Passion for Worship of King David, the Beauty and Grace of Esther and the Humble Servitude of Ruth, attracting believers and non believers alike.

In 1989, she formed WWAV a faith based support group that seeks to uncover and nurture the Spirit of God in Women of all Ages, Nationalities, Religious backgrounds or no Spiritual Background. Her vision was to create a Ministry for Women and Children to effect change through creativity, the Arts and Faith in God. The Ministry is a unique and “down-to-earth” approach to Teaching and Ministry.


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Monday, January 31st, 2011


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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

sometimes . . . ?


Sometimes ?

it was a lonely time
and my comfort and consolation played “Hide and Seek”
in the chambers of my heart
and my thoughts

all too often as the Artist that i am
i created a multitude of personas
so that it would appear that i had friends

i embraced this deliberate schizophrenia
so i would have someone to talk to

in my seclusive reclusion
my fair dear old friend “Joy” eluded me
so i found it quite necessary to delude myself
that i may pretend to be sane
on this inane plane
i have adopted as my lot

seemingly i have forgotten
the feel of the sunshine
and winds
upon the Sails of my hope
yet i have been coping
much longer than i cared
yet i dare not
go beyond the line in the sand
of my insecurities

yes, i was lonely
as only i could be
for in some justifiable
unreliable
verifiable
yet deniable line of thought
i have bought
into some deranged psyche
that i was OK
what can i say
for we all live that way . . .

sometimes ?


(c) 23 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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Inner Child Radio welcomes the Beloved Carlos George aka "The Madd Writtah" to the Hump Day Show

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Carlos George
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"The Madd Writah"

Young and Energetic
Powerful and Insightful
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like a Moth to a Flame . . .


like a Moth to a Flame

like a moth to a flame
i followed the fragrant scent of my soul
for at it’s origin
is where i suspect my garden resides

in the amnesiatic existence
many a time i have forgotten
that i was lost
and each day a cost is excised
from the time that i rise
to greet the new day
and it’s warm embracing light
to my final yawn each night

and the ironic metaphor is
again i close my eyes
as i do so much in my “now”

so i follow the fragrant scent of my Soul
like a moth to a flame


(c) 25 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

for i still know how to love


for i still know how to love

many times tears of anguish consume me
and you act as if you never knew me
many times i feel that i am getting in your way
but when i get big
i am going away
some day

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

this world you have chosen to reshape
in your ignorance
and your indifference
to the future of me
and my family
my brothers and sisters
and all that we wish for

never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

you see, you were once like me
there were no considerations considered
for our smiles and laughter were unfettered
remember when you dreamed
of simple things
such as climbing a tree
spending hours
picking flowers
or playing in the stream
to drink of it’s waters
were you able
or is that a fable
well, we can not

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

i don’t quite understand many things
and still i look forward
to what each day may bring
the sunshine or rain
though in truth
i could do without the pain
and the needless suffering
this life we now live
and it’s offerings

yet never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

my friend Ron down the street had to move
they lost their home
something about an economy
yes, we were buds Ronny and i
i cried when he went away
i often think about him
and his baby Brother Jimmy
and his Mom and Dad
they cried too
i heard them say
that they did not know
what they were going to do

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

i hear my parents sometimes at night
they never fight for real
but they raise their voices
at each other
and they scream for me to go to bed
i put the pillow over my head
and i dream of better days
like tomorrow

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

Our school they say
might be closing any day
i am happy for that
i think
but what will i learn
if there are no teachers
to teach the class
but it has not closed yet
something about a budget
what will i learn

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

our school playground sucks anyway
why just the other day
i cut my finger
on the swing
the chains were rusty
and i ask how much must we endure
we are only children

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

i remember when
we used to go to the beach
we don’t go there any more
i used to like playing in the water
building my dream castle in the sand
sometimes Mommy would give me a hand
but we don’t go there now
Mommy says there is too much Dirt
and i may get hurt
i asked her
what did the Sand do
or God do

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

my big brother Billy
wants to be a Soldier
he said he wants to kill people
and fly a jet and drop bombs
i don’t get it
who are these people
he hates so much
that is not fun to me
please Mr. President
don’t give a Gun to me

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

well, i am tired of talking now
these things makes my head hurt
and i must go now and rehearse
cause i am going to be a nurse
and make all the people of all the world
every boy and girl laugh again
and we all will be friends
that’s the way God would want it
don’t you think
the way things are now stinks
my friend Ronny moved away
perhaps i will see him again another day
that’s what they keep telling me

and never the less
in spite of your mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

every night i get on my knees
and i pray
i say
God where are you
God please help us
bless our world with more love
and bless my Mommy
and my Daddy
and Ronny
and all the Children
and Big People too
in the whole wide world

and God please remember

never the less
in spite of our mess
i am your child
and i still can smile

for i still know how to love


(c) 25 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.