CAROL'S CORNER OF CREATIVITY
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REACH OUT YOUR HAND
I reach now to touch your hand
That you've extended out to me.
I'll be your friend and walk with you
For all tomorrows that we'll see.
Out in the yard the gnarled tree
Reaches out to drink the rain.
And as I reach to clasp your hand,
God's Angels sing a soft refrain.
By Carol, Song Of Joy! 2001
This page dedicated to my parents and my sisters: Gladys, Connie, Arlene, Helen and my brother Roland, who are waiting for me at Heavens Gate.
Also to Mickey at: Sassy's Super Sigs, for her loving help in everything I do. This poetry is ©copyrighted and can not be used without the express permssion of the Author.
Click on, "From My Heart To Yours," for Carol's Poetry in my list of links. May you enjoy reading as I have enjoyed writting it.
Please visit my other web sites at:
http://community.webtv.net/cottlinger/AmericaDemandsAn/ &
http://community-2.webtv.net/cottlinger/AmericaCried/
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Please pray for our Military now and Honor those who have gone before. Some gave all!!!
MY ADOPTED MIA'S
WE ARE WAITING
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There are HEROES" waiting to come home from
WWII, Korea, Cold War, Vietnam, Gulf War.
and the War Against Terroisim. Lets bring them home America!!!!!!
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AMERICA PLEASE???
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They may be sitting now
In a prison dark and dank.
It matters not their title.
It matters not their rank.
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Their troubled souls are praying,
Why can't we all go home?
What happened to our leaders,
That they left us here alone?
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The torments and the terrors
Creep through our lives each day.
We dare not disobey the rules.
"Please help us God?" We pray.
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"Have we all but been forgotten?
Are we really here to stay?
Are the countries where were hidden,
So big, America can't say.....
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Release our soldiers, sailors,
Marines and pilots too.
Release them now or know...
What wrath America can do!!"
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"America! Please bring us home!
We've done all that we can do.
We need to see our families!
We've seen our battles through."
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"In Flanders Field the Poppies grow
Amidst white crosses of the brave.
Please bring us home before we die
And Taps sounds o'er our grave."
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
'Song Of Joy'
copyright © 2002
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REMEMBER! REMEMBER! REMEMBER!
How many Angels soared that day
Lifting up souls to heaven?
How many hearts were left to ache
On Tuesday, September Eleven?
2001
This candle will burn
Much light to impart.
But the candle of hope
Will live in my heart.
THANK GOD
FOR HEROES!
LET GOD LEAD OUR NATION. HE WON'T FAIL US.
THE GREAT I AM
Remember that I'm always here.
You will never have to fear.
Just whisper worries in My ear....
And you will never walk alone.
Take my hand and walk with Me.
For I will ever constant be.
The One who'll always care for thee...
And you will never walk alone.
Grey skies may come and make you blue.
But I AM always here for you.
To you my love is always true...
And you will never walk alone.
I AM the One who leads the way.
Through the darkness of each day.
A day? A life time? I will stay....
And you will never walk alone.
SEALED WITH MY BLOOD, I AM
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger March 2003
ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!!
WE FIGHT FOR RIGHT AND WILL NOT FALL!!
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You are a dear little friend.
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AWARDED TO THE RINGMASTER'S TEAM!!
SHOUT IT OUT!!!
A rainbow after the rain is a promise from God.
A child's hand is held by their parents until they have to let go. God will hold their hand forever.
Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not for as such is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Welcome to my next home someday.
keith.broughton@ntlworld.com
THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
YOU HAVE PAID ME A GREAT COMPLIMENT.
This is begining to be a joyful day.
07/19/04
WHAT A GREAT HONOR ! I ACCEPT GRACIOUSLY.
HAVE YOU GOT IT? HAVE YOU FOUND IT?
IF YOU GOT SHOW IT!
SPIRIT! SPIRIT! SPIRIT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
A fairy visited me today.
She sprinkled her dust on me.
You'ld hardly know she had been there,
Till the sparkles of light you would see.
Come back!! I need more dusting.
Larrry Gartman was gunned down by an evil hand. Thus, destroying a beautiful family.
Song of Joy's Sight Fight Banner by Mz. Fernanda
Thank you Dana. Think they have this in Granny size?
I AM SONG OF JOY!
Globe from Mz Fernanda
May the dove of peace fly around the word
Graciously and Humbly Accepted
THANK YOU
I may not be S-M-A-R-T but I'm LOUD!!
LET THE SITE FIGHTS BEGIN
The Site Fighter's fairies, clowns and all..
Get in the ring to have a ball.
Win or lose all fight with pluck.
So do your best and all GOOD LUCK!!
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Here's the faries sweet wand that sprinkled my site.
They all wished me luck in the Site Fight.
Good luck to all and to all good night.
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This was written sometime ago. I always called my son, My Little Boy Blue, so with apologies to the original author of a poem titled Little Boy Blue, Eugene Fields, I have used his "title only" and wrote a poem for my son. The last stanza was written in Oct. 2000
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MY LITTLE BOY BLUE
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The little toy models are covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch they stand.
The trophys he won are beginning to rust;
For want of a polishing hand.
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Time was, when the model's were new and,
The trophy's were passing fair.
That was when, "My Little Boy Blue,"
Placed them so neatly there.
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Something happened. One day he said,
"I want to be on my own,"
Then one night, when all was still...
He left and we were alone.
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Perhaps one day an Angel's song,
Will waken, "My Little Boy Blue."
Oh! The weeks are many and months so long,
But we will always be true.
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Faithful to Little Boy Blue we stand,
Each in our same old place:
Awaiting the touch of a gentle hand,
The warmth of his smiling face.
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I wonder as waiting these long days through;
As I gaze at his treasures so fair,
What has become of, "My Little Boy Blue,"
Since he placed them so neatly there?
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Now, today, I know where he is and
My heart cries out in pain!
I want to hold, "My Little Boy Blue,"
And touch his face again.
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Oh! Angels sing your songs to him.
Touch his heart with your Angel wings.
Please tell him that we are still waiting...
To see his smiling face again.
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By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
1981 Copyright 2002
At this time my son is in prison and I would appreciate any prayers you might have to ask the Lord to keep him safe and make him a different person when he gets out.
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JESUS REIGNS
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They flogged his helpless body.
Placed a crown of thorns upon hs head.
They nailed his hands and feet;
To a cross with arms out spread.
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They lifted up the cross
And he hung tween heaven and earth.
They crucified our Lord!
Then called to Him in mirth......
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"If thou be the Son of God....
Come down," they all did say.
Still His arms remaind outspread,
As they still remain today.
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He suffered! Oh how He suffered!
Yet He prayed for me and you,
"Father please forgive them
As they know not what they do."
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He could have called ten thousand Angels To release Him from the tree, But His father bade Him stay,
And He did, for you and me.
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Jesus called out to his Father,
"Why hast thou forsaken me?"
His Father could not gaze on Him;
He bore world's sins to set us free.
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He cried again in louder voice.
The people then did boast,
"He is not the King of Jews."
Our Lord then gave up the Ghost.
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Satan jumped with joyous glee,
At the death of one so brave
Jesus Christ would win the battle
When He rose up from His grave.
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Night time came at noon that day.
The clouds grew dark around.
People drew back from the cross
Fear in them, now did abound.
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The veil of the temple was rent.
The ground shook as a quake.
Many graves were opened up.
Sleeping Saints were now awake.
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His people then asked for His body
To be taken from the cross,
So that they might bury him
And mourn his mortal loss.
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A rich man then gave Him his tomb
Which was carved out of a stone
They placed His body wrapped in linen;
There they wept and felt alone.
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In three days the tomb was opened
By the Angels sent from God.
Jesus then began his journey;
Down the dusty road He trod.
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He walked among His people.
Showed them His nail scarred hands
He commanded them to preach His word
To all people in all lands.
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"Now I must go unto my Father
But you'll not be left alone.
I shall send the Holy Spirit.
Ye must recieve Him to atone...
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For all the sins that plague your heart
Through Him you will see Me.
Accept Him in your soul and
From sin you'll be set free."
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"Ye shall not be left comfortless.
The Holy Spirit takes my place.
Those who will accept Him
Will one day see My Face.
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Ye shall preach to all my people
That I shall prepare a place
For you and all the sinners
Who accept my Holy Grace."
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Then He rose to meet His Father
To sit upon His right.
Still today He stands and waits
Through every day and night.
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Call His name and He will be there.
He will lift you from the lost.
Your sins have been forgiven
By His death upon the cross.
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by Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
03/24/05
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