Month: February 2013

  • LIFE IS A GAMBLE, GAMBLE NOT AWAY

    LIFE IS A GAMBLE,
    GAMBLE NOT AWAY

    BETTING YOUR FATE

    IT IS IN YOUR HANDS

    STAKE NOT THE HOUSE

    FOR DESTINY HAS PLANS

    DON’T ,
    THROW THE DICE

    YOU MAY ,
    ROLL OVER TONIGHT.

    THE HOUSE CAN ONLY
    PLAY ITS HAND

    THE CARDS WERE DEALT
    BEFORE THE HOUSE

    THE DECK WAS STACKED
    FROM BEGINNING.

    THE END GAME
    FOR YOU, TO PLAY YOUR BEST.

    TAKE THE HOUSE PLACE YOUR BET.

    CHANCES ARE;
    THERE WILL BE REGRETS.

    CHANCES ARE;
    THERE WILL BE SUCCESS.

    CHANCES ARE;
    THERE WILL BE, HOPE EACH DAY.

    CHANCES ARE;
    TOMORROW WILL SLIP AWAY.

    CHANCES ARE,
    TODAY YOU WILL HAVE A CHANCE,

    TO MAKE THE BEST OF ALL.

    CHANCES ARE;
    YESTERDAY WILL SHOW YOU BET  THE STORE.

    POEATREEMAN
    EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
    2/1/2013
    COPYRIGHT@2013

    WHO’S CALLING THE SHOT?

    THE BEST PLAYED PLAN
    IS TO PLAY YOUR HAND.

    NOT TO TAKE CARDS
    YOU WERE NOT GIVEN.

    FOR THE BETS ARE IN
    THE HOUSE WILL WIN.

    THE BEST PLAYED HAND
    IS THE ONE YOU WERE GIVEN.

    POEATREEMAN
    EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
    2/2/2013
    COPYRIGHT@2013

  • WAR GAMES,YouTube - That scene from War Games

    FAILURE IS IN THE GAME PLAYING TO WIN.
    SUCCESS WILL ONLY LET YOU STAY IN
    TRY WILL MOVE YOU ONE STEP AHEAD.
    LIFE WILL KEEP YOU IN THE GAME TO WIN.

    POEATREEMAN
    EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
    2/1/2013
    COPYRIGHT@2013



    OH HOW WE PLAY WITH LIFE,
    EXPECT TO WIN.
    OH WHAT FOOLS THE GAME WERE IN
    IT DOES NOT PLAY WITH JOY AND MOUSE.
    IT IS DEATH AND BIRTH THAT HAS US NOW.
    THE BEST YOU CAN DO IS PLAY IT OUT.
    THE SCORE YOU MAKE, IS FOR GOD TO TELL.
    YOU HAVE A HAND,
    SO DO IT WELL.
    FAILURE;  IS IN THE GAME,
    PLAYING TO WIN.

         Sunday, 12 September 2010


    DEATH IS THE PLAY****POEM

    LET DEATH
    NOT SPEAK NO MORE****POEM

     

         Sunday, 12 September 2010

    ARCADE

    DEATH IS
    THE GAME.

    LIFE IS
    THE ADVERSARY.

    WAR IS
    THE WINNER.

    FOR IT SCORED
    THE HIGHEST POINTS.

    MANKIND
    THE LOSER,

    FOR IT PLAYED
    UNTIL THE END.

    PRACTICE
    MAKES PERFECT

    HE SCORED
    HIGHER THAN DEATH.

    WHERE IS HE NOW
    PRACTICING
    TO BEAT THE REST.

    HE IS KILLING HIMSELF
    WITH HIS SCORE.

    WHAT
    WILL HE WIN
    WHEN THERE
    IS NO MORE ?

    A POEATREEMAN

    PRACTICE LOVE
    PEACE MAY
    COME THROUGH
    PRACTICE WAR
    DEATH !
    WILL WIN
    ONCE MORE.

    EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
    9/12/2010
    COPYRIGHT@2010

    ITS NOT INTENDO****POEM

  • A GARDEN OF LOVE

     

         Thursday, 29 September 2011

    GIOVANNI MARRADI - Garden of Dreams


    A Garden of Love


    Love Flowers,
    through all Seasons
    Spring, Summer,
    Fall, and Winter
    Pain, Sorrow,
    Care, and Tears
    It Blossoms always 
    when
    Love is there

    Today,

    Hold
    all the Garden Tools

    The Days of Childhood
    The Days of Youth
    The Days of Adulthood
    The Days, when there are few
    The Days of Yesteryears

    When
    Love was born anew.

    They were
    all in The Garden
    When
    Love came through
    I’ve, taken  my cares
    And placed those

    Where?

    In each Heart I found
    I planted Love
    That I  would  have    
    A  Flower Growing.

    My Garden,
    is the World to me.

    I will, till it to eternity
    Care for it  until it blooms.

    A Thought!

    Care
    will till the feelings

    Tears
    will feed the Heart

    Sorrow
    will wilt the soul

    Love
    will make it grow

    Heart
    will hold the ground

    God
    will bless you

    When
    you bring, him in to shine.

    Dedicated to The World

    A Poeatreeman

    The World
    is My Garden.

    Care must be given
    To all who are here.

    Each
    Flower has its place
    I
    cannot pick one
    Without
    the others too.

    For
    there are no Bouquets
    When
    Love is not for all
    The Beauty of The Flowers

    Are 
    The Colors of all Mankind.

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    7/31/95
    -----------------------------------------------
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    Poetry: is The Soul of Life
    For it cries out
    When Words are Spoken
    11/8/88

    THANKS FOR SHARING

    EDGAR ALLAN Prieto

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  • TIRED SOUL

          Tuesday, 17 June 2008


    Currently Reading
    Jesus of Nazareth
    By Pope Benedict XVI
    see related


    TIRED SOUL


    Rest against
    My shoulder

    Lean
    against Me

    Lay
    your troubles
    upon My Heart

    Speak
    The words with Me

    Walk
    Beside and you will see

    I am There with you

    For
    The steps you made

    One
    Step has shown

    I
    am There with you

    For
    your Heart
    Has Faith in Me

    When
    you're Tired
    I will rest with you

    For
    your Faith
    Has carried Me

    When
    I hear your Heart
    I will carry you

    For
    your Faith
    and Love
    Have spoken to Me

    When
    you're Tired
    and can't go on

    Remember
    When
    you carried Me

    Your
    Faith and Love
    was there with Me.

    A Poeatreeman

    When
    you carry Me
    The Hands
    are Faith and Love

    Dedicated To Tracy 
    & all Tired Souls

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    1/4/89
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    THANKS FOR SHARING

    EDGAR ALLAN Prieto

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  • PATIENCE


    PARA PHRASE
    PATIENCE IS NOT A BITTER FRUIT
    ONLY THOSE, WHO CANNOT WAIT FOR ITS RIPENESS.
    FOR THE SWEETNESS, LIES IN THE WAIT.

    KEEP PACE WITH LIFE, THAN PATIENCE WILL WALK WITH YOU.
    TIME MOVES AT ITS OWN PACE. HURRY NOT INTO FATE.
    FOR DEATH IS ALWAYS THERE TO WAKE.
    SO GIVE IT REST UNTIL ITS TIME
    ENJOY THE MOMENTS, YOU HAVE NOW.

         Tuesday, 17 June 2008


    Currently Reading
    The Power of Patience: How to Slow the Rush and Enjoy More Happiness, Success, and Peace of Mind Every Day
    By M. J. Ryan
    see related


    PATIENCE


    There are Days
    When I am Short

    Yet
    I Still Have 24hrs

    Each Day
    Tries me
    A Test of it all

    Patience
    I need
    To
    Make
    The Best of all

    If
    I am in a Hurry
    I
    Will Pass it all

    Take
    Time
    To Remember
    The Moment

    To Recall!

    Stop
    and Smell
    The Roses

    You
    Will Find
    The Fragrance
    Is Delightful
    To Recall

    For
    Each
    Step with Patience

    You
    Will Live it all

    Two
    Steps Ahead
    You
    Will be Behind
    The Ball

    One
    Step into
    Tomorrow
    You
    Will Lose it all..

    A Poeatreeman

    I Rushed
    To Death
    To Keep
    an Appointment

    Only
    To Find
    It Was My Grave

    Too Soon!

    I
    Reached
    My Appointment

    Now
    I am Lying
    In My Grave.

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    10/5/99

    PATIENCE
    It’s Longer
    Than Ten
    Shorter
    Than Five
    It’s
    The Time
    You Wait
    To
    Just Get By.

    A Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    4/8/2002
           
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    THANKS FOR SHARING

    EDGAR ALLAN Prieto

    12:32 PM  -  Limited

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  • IS NOT LOVE A PUPPY: A FLOWER FOR YOUR HEART


    Jun 4, 2012 (edited)  -  Limited

    DEDICATED TO A YOUNG FLOWER
     FOR TIME WILL TURN YOU GRAY
    LIVE THOSE YEARS THE BEST YOU CAN
    FOR YOU WILL NOT RETURN AGAIN.

    SHE CALLED ME ,  is this sweet poem for me, aw thanks grandpa. >__<

    A FLOWER FOR YOUR HEART

    BEAUTY IS FLEETING,
    EXCEPT FOR THE HEART,
    IT NEVER GROWS OLD
    FOR, FOREVER IT BLOOMS.
    IN THE GARDEN OF LOVE
    WHERE IT'S ALWAYS A ROSE..
    IN THE SEASON'S OF LOVE..
    WHERE IT NEVER GROWS OLD.
     

    I DO NOT KNOW IF I AM THERE YET.

    POEATREEMAN
    EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
    6/4/2012
    COPYRIGHT@2012

    Monday, June 13, 2011

    IS NOT LOVE


     

    Is not love
    a child?
    It toys
    with my heart

    Is not love
    a puppy?
    It plays
    around inside

    Is not love
    a child?
    It is
    as innocent
    as a doe

    Is not love
    happy?
    Its smile
    goes through
    your heart

    Is not love
    caring
    When
    no one
    else does?

    Is not love
    sharing
    When
    you feel it
    all inside?

    Is not love
    pouring
    When
    it washes
    through
    your heart?

    Is not love
    grand
    When
    it takes you
    to the stars?

    Is not love
    beautiful
    When
    I feel
    the smile
    from God?

    Is not love
    loving
    When
    it takes me
    to its heart?

    A THOUGHT!

    If there
    is no one there
    to hold you
    Just reach
    for God instead

    If there
    is no one there
    to care for you
    Care
    for God instead

    If there
    is no one there
    to take your heart
    Give it to all
    who don't have love.

    Dedicated to Leo
    One love sick puppy
    milk bones
    JUST won't do

    Your Friend a  Poeatreeman

    The only pain
    I cannot feel
    Is that pain
    that has no love

    The only hurt
    that really hurts
    Is the feelings
    I let go

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    7/27/93
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    THANKS FOR SHARING

    EDGAR ALLAN Prieto

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  • THE MAST: THE STORMS OF LIFE


    A SMOOTH LIFE,
    DOES NOT MEAN
    THERE ARE NO STORMS.
    WE ALL HAVE TO SAIL
    ON SEA OR GROUND
    THERE IS NO DIFFERENT.
    WE BOTH
    HAVE TO GET OUR FEET WET.
    FOR LIFE SAILS AROUND.

         Monday, 23 June 2008


    Currently Reading
    The Rigging of Ships: in the Days of the Spritsail Topmast, 1600-1720
    By R. C. Anderson
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    THE MAST

     
    It's not
    The Roughs
    Not the Storms
    It's the Sinking
    That will
    Take me Down.

    Battered and Torn
    I am Still
    In One Piece
    My Mast
    May not be
    As it was Before.

    Cracking
    From all the Waves
    That Hit
    I Felt the Current
    Coursing Through.

    Changing me
    To New Directions.

    What Seas that Lie
    Beneath my Ship
    What Broken Vessels
    Will I Keep.

    To Sail across
    The Seas of Life?
    What Makes
    My Mast
    Strong and Right?

    A THOUGHT!

    Am I
    That Tall Ship
    From Long Ago
    Or just
    A Mask
    of Weathered Storms
    Showing
    All its Breakage?

    Dedicated To Richard

    A Poeatreeman

    One Course,
    Will not let me
    Go Aground.

    One will Take me,
    Through all Storms.

    One will Keep me,
    From Breaking up.

    One will Show me,
    The Northern Lights.

    POET'S NOTE

    A LOG OF LIFE

    The Port I Entered
    Will Be The One I Leave
    The Dock I Anchored
    Will Be Where I’ll Be
    The Log I  Kept
    Will Speak Of My Journey.

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    7/8/92
    Copyright ©2007


         Tuesday, 01 July 2008


    Currently Reading
    A Gentle Thunder: Hearing God Through the Storm
    By Max Lucado
    see related


    THE STORMS OF LIFE

    BY EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO VOLUME 3

    AUTHORS NOTE

    Everything
    you are, is in you

    Everything
    you want to be, is you

    All things
    with Understanding,
    and Reasoning

    What you are, is really you.

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    November 18,1978
                                
    DEDICATION

    Dedicated to Mankind

    Poeatreeman

    Whose Greatness comes
    from His Struggles

    Especially to God ,
    He is my Co-Author

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    July 7,1978
     
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    THANKS FOR SHARING

    EDGAR ALLAN Prieto

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    Brace for Adversity knowing that you will come out better and stronger in the end.. Happy Thursday from wekosh.com

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  • GOD IS, GOD'S EYES, GOD'S HOUSE, GOD'S HOUSE TOO


    GOD'S EYES LOOK UPON US ALL TO SEE MANKIND RIGHT OR WRONG
    WE ARE ALL UNDER HIS UMBRELLA


         Tuesday, 01 July 2008


    Currently Reading
    Because God Is Real: Sixteen Questions, One Answer
    By Peter Kreeft
    see related


    GOD IS


    God is, Life
    Life is HE

    He is,
    All ,
    He is One

    He's,
    the Heavens
    and the Sun

    He's,
    the Earths
    Blue Skies

    He's,
    the Waters
    of the Seas

    He's
    the Flowers
    and the Trees

    He's,
    the Creatures
    we See

    He's,
    the Air
    we Breathe

    He's ,
    the Light
    Shining GLORY

    He's,
    the Morning of
    Our LIFE

    He is,
    You
    He is
    OUR DAWN

    He is
    All,
    OUR NEEDS
    THROUGH LIFE

    HE IS
    TWILIGHT
    WHEN WE REST

    OUR WAKE UP
    CALL, TO REPENT

    OUR FATE,
    IS ARE
    CHOICE TO MAKE.

    OUR WALK
    HE LETS US TAKE....

    A Poeatreeman

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    9/8/77
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto


         Sunday, 29 June 2008


    Currently Reading
    See With New Eyes: The True Beauty of God's Character
    By Ty Gibson
    see related


    GOD'S EYES

                      
    I see
    the Heavens open up

    It is God's,
    own eyes

    I see,
    the twinkles in His eyes

    Gleaming,
    like the stars

    I see ,
    the sparkles in His eyes

    Shining,
    like the sun

    I see,
    the beauty of His eyes

    When Heaven,
    opens up

    I see,
    the sadness of His eyes

    When Heaven ,
    clouds the skies

    I see
    the pain in His eyes

    When tears,
    fall from Heaven

    I see,
    the warmth of His eyes

    When the sun
    fills the Heavens

    I see God,
    when I look
    to the Heavens..


    A Poeatreeman

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    October 11,1978
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

         Wednesday, 18 June 2008


    Currently Reading
    Face to Face With God
    By Bill Johnson
    see related


    GOD'S HOUSE


    I built 
    my House 
    with 
    The 
    Tools of Life

    I built 
    my foundation 
    under it all

    I live 
    with it 
    until 
    the end of life 

    I rose 
    to find 
    it still stood right 

    I built 
    it on 
    The Laws of God 

    I found 
    that I was 
    always there 

    In God's House 
    For 
    I never left 

    Heaven it was 

    For 
    I was only 
    outside praying .

    A Poeatreeman
    10/18/92
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    Uploaded on Oct 6, 2011

    HOW SMALL WE ARE WHEN WE LOOKED TO THE HEAVENS

    NOT MUCH BIGGER THAN A GRAIN OF SAND

    YET GOD HOLDS US IN HIS HAND

    HIS CREATION HE MADE FOR MAN

    A SPECIAL PLANET IN HIS PLANS.

    POEATREEMAN
    EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
    7/24/2011
    COPYRIGHT@2011


    GOD'S HOUSE TOO

    I live in God's House
    outside the Heavens.

    For one day
    I hope to be with Him.

    Until I do
    I must make the best
    For this is where,
    I must learn the rules.

    To take not
    but share in all
    To give love,
    when they're
    holding up a gun.

    To hate not
    even
    the wrongness done.

    To let God
    handle all that I can't.

    To give me the wisdom
    of what I must do
    To pray for the World,
    that we may be one.

    To not lose reason
    of why I am here
    To live this life,
    the best I can.

    To stay
    in God's House
    until He calls
    To keep my faith,
    when all seems wrong.

    Dedicated To Melissa

    A Poeatreeman

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    10/18/92
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    THANKS FOR SHARING

    EDGAR ALLAN Prieto

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    "The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach." Carl Jung