Carol Paris 

Waterbury, CT, USA

 

 

 

I am 44 years old. I started writing at the age of 40. It began rushing out like a mad river. I am taught, inspired and delivered by God. He has anointed me, appointed me, and exalted me. I'm blessed with a daughter and son. One of my many goals is to build a rest home for the elderly. I have written a book of poetry, as my testimony to the Lord. My menu: is a garden of faith, watered with hope. And offered up to God, to love Him with every fiber of my being. To Him be the glory...

 

I Stand

I stand in accordance with my new life.
I stand ready for action.
I stand in population.
I stand up for what I know is right.
I stand in faith on my own.
I stand in hope for things to come.
I stand knowing joy is all mine.
I stand for peace with others.
I stand to give more than I receive.
I stand to learn from my mistakes.
I stand as a specimen of His love.
I stand because I want to belong.
I stand for parental guidance.
I stand with patience I stand for love of all people.
I stand rich in the Flavor of Jesus Christ
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Oprah

Go and tell it on the mountain
That Oprah is a true life fountain.
Watch for her and be sure not to loose ground.
Because she's magnificent and truly profound.
The ships are sailing when she's around.
How could one woman make all that she does so sound.
Guess what, it's the Lord Jesus who has given her this crown.
When the heavens open up, there she will be found.
Oprah

Brain Storming the Conditions of Life

The first place on Earth was that of new birth.
The purpose in his eyes filtered her cries.
I sit by the phone many nights when I'm alone.
Modern dance was the mood of my circumstance.
The kiss of life burned the angle on the Devil's knife.
True fun rained out from the sun.
Clouds of thunder sparked pure wonder.
The leaves on the tree cried, "It's so nice to be free".
The whine of addiction was Daddy's prediction.
The center of the moon fed to the population from the side of the spoon.
This old dope, today rings forth new hope.
Perfect lips whispered the claws of change.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Carol Paris. All rights reserved.