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True love is tested
True love is best
Love is harder that all the rest
It’s balanced in wisdom

What's in a kiss; how many there-be...?
'So many, it boggles the mind's reality…'
A kiss can be a greeting- “of body and soul-! '
It's an unspoken language, telling more than “what's told.”

I’d dance in the morning
When the world has begun
I’d dance in the moonlight
For the glory of His Son

I breathe your name, for jewelled Wisdom leads the way
Angels of destiny sing and proclaim true-love’s sway
His Sword of fire quickens love’s stance for the seer
When you call my name, can’t help feel my dreams clear

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;

Absent from my overall value, how will love find me Lord?
Will he see with eyes directed, from a faithful heart adored?
Will his character outweigh the measure of love equated best?
Oh tell me, Father; for I’ve waited so long, had invaluable tests.

Cheaters promote man’s innate down-side
Excuses they have where no accountability resides

They are callous to any toes which are stepped on

Truth’s circumference, in life, is between opposites of the whole.
In olden times there where 'prophets and seers' as opposites I’m told.
A prophet is one born, chosen, and destined to “speak” for God alone…
Positionally speaking, they’re higher than kings, yet oft’ have no throne.

In cases non-violence militancy requires more militancy than rage.
What wicked webs these weave, dodging truth for another page.
For the love of truth and prosterity, here are their traits:
Of course, anything not of love is of Fear’s digest of late.

Stupid Cupid, many fallacies ascribe your destined trip
Of course I'd like to clip your wings, for an uneven fit
For ones, in-love-with, who are in-love-with another
Past sibling rivalry love or humanity’s type for a brother

My love cannot find me. He has gone to fight the wicked beasts.
However that may be, I'll wait for him in Beulah’s well at least.

He calls to me, from my heart, in the gentle light of my quiet day.

In History, the Prophetess (Joseph of Arimathea’s dau.) wed two kings…
Anna (Don Verch Mathonwy) Enygeus” who was also a warrior who’d sing!
First married “Beli Mawr Heli, Ap Manogan; which 2-of-my line descend.
She weds also “Brân/ Bron, Ap Llyr Llediaith” of another line to end.

Being a conductor is like being a coach, an editor, and a director.
This is what the Holy Spirit is like, delivering me from detractors.
Being the best means work, and a good manager plans ahead.
It’s like praying the answer~, not the problem, by Wisdom led.

When you taught me how to dance, little girl with misty eyes,
Every step in silent glance-, every move a sweet surprise.
Others must have taught you well, to beguile and to entrance.
For I wont forget that night, when you taught me how-to-dance.

Two natures fighting within my chest
One aspect is bad, the other’s at rest
Christ now rules the bad nature, so I can gain
If it weren’t for Him~ I would’ve gone insane

God told Noah to build an ark
Build it high and build it smart
Earth's cycle of grace had come to an end
But not for Noah's family, His friend

The sum-total of selfishness is met when we're self-consumed.
Still, there are many who give thanks amidst their gloom~.
We’ve all see a spoilt child who needs correction.
Things done in God’s name bring a brighter connection.

Dysfunctional conditions of family fractions diminish the whole.
Smaller mindsets diminish by cutting off limbs from God’s goal.

Judgmental and sectarian ways of mindsets from pride’s evil.

I’m the one who Love’s you; more than you’ll ever know
I’ve been your escape Goat, as many are from long ago
Let me share what time I have~ on earth deepest night
Within the arms of faith and trusting ones of the LIGHT

Power accelerates up the ladder and then influences down
Oft' Effecting the middle man and many of the kids in town
White-collar-crime exploit’s the sexes for greed’s game
Not much difference than gang-bangers to morally frame

ArmourQuill Hunter Biography

From the age of twelve (after hearing of King Solomon youthful desire for Wisdom) , I determined to seek out and find Wisdom compass and clichés or sayings of the Wise. Solomon, whom I later discovered to be my Gggggggg-great-ancestor, wrote: ‘He [that is God~] set a compass [circle] upon the face of the deep or plenum.' Personally ascribed as one who hits straight-to-heart issue of what matters most. Excellence is all I aspire to claim. I'd say my poetry style resembles a Rainbow than any thing else. If you find a style, which you like most likely there’s not be another, for each is uniquely varied in style and form. I haven’t studied poetry but an author of Poetry books once told me that I had developed my own style. Perhaps if anyone can tell me what style that is~ I would be so grateful. With over five hundred poems on the net and now would like to share the more favoured ones. PEACE~, Love, and joy~; enjoy! Warm regards, ~*Milly M. Hunter*~ Homepage URL: http: // 'Accept faith as it is- 'naked.' Wait all your life for the God who is always coming, and who does not show Himself to satisfy your curiosity, but unveils Himself before your faithfulness and your humility.' 'Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty? ' ~ Paul Gauguin It’s said that ambition (or promotion) is the last refuge of failure; which is probably why many don’t excel, but rather endeavour to teach. Pride and The Beautiful (my poem) : I was once so beautiful, in my mind's eye of love… Sheltered was I, “by God's confidence” and the heavens above. With long flowing hair, and the pose of Wisdom's grace, I always showed beauty by my creative “style's embrace…” Alas, I saw false egos that would claim me as their prize. While hating me “all the same, ” for their “envy denied-.” So I cut my hair off; for seeing the price of their reality; I wanted ones, who could be trusted, to like me “just for me.” Now I live “strong and beautiful, ” like a sheltering oak tree... http: //

The Best Poem Of ArmourQuill Hunter

True, Real, Love

True love is tested
True love is best
Love is harder that all the rest
It’s balanced in wisdom
Its judgments are true
It is not just sentimental of heart
Thus, governing love with forgiveness’ glue

Love rebukes
Love brings growth
Love acknowledges what’s good for both
Love weighs “the truth” with event of time
Love, indeed, is “such a good friend” of mine
Though, love must start first from within
It frees the soul from unwanted guilt and sin

Love lives and gives, and humbly receives
It never harbours resentment for lost realities
It makes allowances for faults and frailties
Love loves to recall the best from such tragedies
Love is so contagious
It pulls on the heart-strings to win
Love will always forgive, again and again

Love gives sound boundaries, and security of space
Love give principles, so wise, for posterity’s race
Love is among equals is most often the best
Love’s quite 'a powerful word' amidst those of tranquil zest
Love is quite patient, gracious and kind
Although, love for God’s standard is- amore noble find
I hat evil, but even this takes greater courage and love to do
But the wisest of all love- is to “love Wisdom’s best” for you

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