Mario William Vitale/ Christian Poetic Works, Mario William Vitale [little bear else holmelund minarik .txt] 📗

A Beacon Of Light

A beacon of light in a much hurting world
Can't help but try to claim some sense of identity,
Strength and encouragement can only come from above
Amidst in the distance s trapped seagull lies,

Frightened but still yet adrift,
In a vengeful fashion striking the passing fish !
A source of hope, a triumphal beam,
The beacon of light shines forth,

Passerby's can err escape the helping hand of it's sparkling radiance !


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A Doorway Of Hope !

As I slowly languished through the many hours of the day,

The doorway of hope was finally wide opened..,
Behind the facade of what appeared to be real,
Perhaps another game of Let's Make A Deal ?
Oft, we get caught up in all the give and take,

Time to smell all of the roses,

Although a bit perplexed were oft' torn between the lines..,

Those brutal lies !
Yet we choose to go with what flies.,
With the shield of protection that will stick like glue..,

Enabling for others what we should do,

Yet the lie of self has been revealed.. !
Doth the barren tree shed leaves ?
Still like the tree we all fall short..,
Hidden behind the garb of false compromise,

Can't anyone see through all of those hidden lies ?

We play on that one last string we are given,
Yet I might be willing to give love one last chance ?
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A Fragrance Of Truth


There is an element of truth,
Tainted through so many false lies..,
We all are made for better things,
Stop changing all of the time,

Everyday the innocent our found to be guilty ?
The guilty go free with no sense of remorse ?
Without any real sign of conviction
No true sense of sorrowful repentance ?

They are all off in the distance riding on their horses..,
Saying, I'm not accountable to you !
You have to take some pride in what you do,

Just look at the Keebler Elf !

Very busy in his work,

Some may claim he's just an alien from the outer space,

Others just believe he's Captain Kirk ?


Although it's fragrance may vanish with the passing of time..,


Never once to be found broke, waiting at the soup kitchen,

Way down to his last thin dime,

Yet all of us are very aware of the mighty fork in the road !


Still we oft' just keep on driving ?


Longing to reach our ultimate destination,

Just to pause to have an effective break,
On a missed long awaited vacation..,
Still life's journey is based on what one makes of it,

Now take off your silly disguise !

Lift off your hollow egg shell mask,

Perhaps in some great way we all like the way we are ?

Yet far too ashamed to reveal to others our true selves...?


With an element of vital truth,

Still it may be all for some just a will for power !

Nothing more !


The challenge to be set free is a question of time !

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A Letter To God


Dear God,

You see what one visibly see's
May not be a reality ?
Although at times I may want to blush,

Well bellow in this empty visible spectrum..,

Sometimes I hide things too deep inside ?

Yet still your loving hand is found to be outstretched in which to help,


In which to warn and comfort me..,


For we see beyond !
Yet still your loving hand is out for all to see !

This is in order to comfort me..,

It must have been very terrifying ?

To watch on as your only begotten son,

Stood hanging at the cross !

Still this wasn't some tragic loss..,
Hence, in the pain,
There burns a strong yet hidden desire !

Now I suppose there will be hope for me ?
Perhaps its better if I wait for it tomorrow ?

Oft' we all like to hide behind the obstacle,
Launch our missile in the sky then we tend to hide ?

Hence, to hide behind the garb of compromise and sin,
The Edge Of Night !


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A Lonely Tug Boat


Out on the brink at the river's edge,

Across the rocks with stone flats,
Stood a lonely tug boat,
With the awesome colors of blue and green,
Just a quiet little vessel that was always humble..,

Never found to be mean !

Then one day, came a lone sly fox trotter..,
The Sly Fox side swiped the lonely Tug,
For no one would even comfort him ?
No one ever bothered to give him a hug ?

Instead he took out his snorkel down by the Great Bayou Reef..,

Fearing for his life he wanted some heavenly relief,

The lonely Tug didn't get very far,
Sly Fox drained out all of his diesel,
Now a very lonely tug boat..,
Shortened to a very tiny vessel,

That was until, Side Swipe Annie came out of no where !

A lonely tug was the worse for wear,
Just then Annie came out with something in which to share..,

With a loving smile having a very sweet toot !

Just with one common courteous but simple warning !
Try not to pollute !
Finally one lonely tug had met his match,
For it was Side Swipe Annie who was Donal Trump's vessel..,

This meant a whole lot of cash !
Now his lonely tug drove away carefree,
Straight out to sea !
Never again to even fret nor worry,

A sweet marriage that was meant to be !

Peace be still !


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A Miracle Glow


With two precious soul's..,
Left out to fight,
One had grasped out for straws..,
While the other looked on and laughed,

To fear a frown out of a noble soul,
Long weekends just relaxing at the Hampton's..,
With so many a tune of soft rock and roll..,
We all rolled the dice unto a new but quite different life..,

Oft' we form our mild yet mediocre opinions..,
Perhaps it's best that we all wait until tomorrow ?
We get our thought out of a garbage can !
We base our decisions on a worn out crayon..,


Yet still deep inside we are all the same,
A charge of the rain,
Falls freely on the outside of the window pane,
Within all of us shines a brightened miracle glow !

It only longs to tell us which way we should go..,

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A Return Home, Only Time Will Tell


Oh, blessed hope,

Both hardly a dream..,

Sweltering heat with the blood shed out in the street !

Send the troops home !

There is no reason for them to roam !


For these are desolate times !

Yet we all have chosen ill but faded rhymes..,

Still the casualties are enormous,
For a stated cause that's atrocious !
Send the troops home,
No reason for them to roam !

These are desolate times !
Yet we have chosen ill faded rhymes,
The casualties are enormous..,
For a stated cause that's just atrocious,

A mothers; cry as the door chime rings,
Vanishing salute to freedom as the church choir sings..,

Let's look above to the heavenly love !

Merciful one, take this chip off my shoulder
Stop all the senseless fighting before our nation grows colder !
Seeds were dropped out from a farmers bag,
In time roots spring up out of the fertile soil,

As the sun heats up,
Time will tell when this harvest will boil..,
In the game of life one's time is very brief,
Yet the soul yearns for its heavenly relief..,
Share with others who may want to turn over a brand new leaf,


Time will tell of the importance of helping one another,
To never give into the harsh criticism that our society puts out..,

Like a fighter is in the final bout..,


Time will tell of the safe return home of a loved one !


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A Tearful Cry


A tearful cry sent a chill down my spine..,
The heavenly host were ushered before the whitened throne,


For reasons that were not even relevant,

Suddenly a shout was heard across the aisle...
You had known it all the great while,
A blade of grass was cut down to size,
In truth it pays to become a bit wise,

Oft' we rolled the dice in honor of the game,
When we look around there really is no one to blame,

Yet a small spark had been lit to a much heightened flame,

God is in the business of changing lanes..,
For this had sparked a shear enthusiasm,
Very oft' I don't like being bothered,
Even a little bit perplexed at times ?

Can't we all seem to read between the lines..,
Although I hit a tender soft spot..,
A majestic shrine of turqoise blue !
We are all in the same cage here !


I'm just a beggar telling another beggar where to get some bread..,


There really isn't anything by which to fear,
For now an eclipse of the sun hath tainted my clear vision..,

Let all of us try to take a look at God,
For truly in him is all that you have been waiting for..,
A soft tale spoken in the dark,


Hath now been brought into the light !


There is a direct correlation between black and white !


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A Very Noble Story


I'm very puzzled today when I see people who substitute truth for actual reason,

One famous fellow had penned,


A very noble story !

About a king who reigned in glory !

Yet unlike a story this adaptation is so very true !

For we will be known forever,

By the very tracks we leave behind

Ponder what we choose to do each day,


Further, each moment for that matter,

Will forever be echoed throughout all of eternity,

For some it's the bottle !

With a hope in which to numb the inner pain,

For others its in vice...,

Yet that will be the end of their game,

Still will quite frankly drive one totally insane !

Many are influence in the notion of free will,


Others couldn't be bothered their just too over the hill..,


Yet there is a spirit which still loom's about


Beyond the parchment paper out on the window sill,


Still one can't find this in some magazine..,

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A Vibrant Child


We all stand in awe through the vast pestilence,

A charge to wit set forth in which to endure...
Although the crowd was enormous,
Still the surpassing challenge had been won,
Yet for some has it just begun ?


Some of us shrink back