What if Jesus is still alive?
What if He’s been ruling all this time?
What if His Kingdom is now?
What if this IS paradise?
Him dying was the lie?
Category Archives: #Poetry
The Texas City Dyke: A Poem by Coletha Albert
She has no right to live on the street Beldart
It is fine she was never smart…
Why They Won’t Hire You: Poem by Coletha Albert
I learned to love those who love me and leave the demons alone. I severed all ties with the demons in my life. In this war – there is no middle ground – just love and hate. You make your choice every moment. #ItIsWhatItIs
Going: Poem by Coletha Albert
I always knew where I was going – I am no longer sorry that you couldn’t come too.
Dearest Higher Loyalty: Poem by Coletha Albert
I took the road less traveled and it has meant the world to me. – Robert Frost
Are you ready? Innovation is Today
Submission is NOT the answer.
Cocaine Production Record Set: Poem by Coletha Albert
https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/markets/cocaine-production-is-at-its-highest-level-on-record-un-says/ar-AA18IdzK?cvid=42af723654d247a58136dea44292e55f&ocid=winp2fptaskbarmouseenter&ei=17 Weeks ago there was a Cocaine bear His product His situation Fell from the air Now there’s a record That has been set Whose doing the counting? Who’s getting whet? This type of news Doesn’t make me upset —–It’s telling me that people are no longer using cocaine. Too much production Means drop inContinueContinue reading “Cocaine Production Record Set: Poem by Coletha Albert”
You will lose many things, it’s okay: Poem by Coletha Albert
I believed in my family
When they hated me
I believed in my children
When they disobeyed me
I believed in my God
When I felt he abandoned me
Because of my strong faith
No matter what I could “see”
Elohim let me know
He always carried me.
The Meaning of Life – Essay by Coletha Albert
https://www.linkedin.com/in/mscoletha “We are all just a speck in the vastness of time and space. But do not let that dishearten you. It takes every single part of us to make the beautiful mosaic that is our universe.”
Sigh: Poem By Coletha Albert
I am making time for day dreaming.
I am whistling while I work.
I am singing in my sleep.
I am looking people in their eyes.
I am remembering every minute to be kind.
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