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I am proud of my eyes
For they reflect the color of Your sky
With them, I am able to witness the wonder of You
The beauty of Your children
The magnificence of Your creation
The infinite and the infinitesimal 
With them I lose myself in Your word
For You allow me to see beyond my limited perceptions
I see and therefore I believe

I ask You to protect these eyes
For they can be deceitful 
They are prone to look upon sinful things
I have seen the depths of immorality
My own and that of others
I have seen the earth change
It has turned from Your Grace
From Your protection
help me to see Your purpose
So that I may see clearly in dark places
"Be a lamp unto my feet"
Help me to see beyond the physical
To see the depth of need in others spirits
Allow mine to be kind loving eyes
Purposeful eyes
Until the day comes for me to see a New World
For these eyes will one day see You
The one and only You
My precious Lord
Upon Your throne
In all Your Glory
For I am told pride comes before a fall
So I wish to fall before You
At Your feet
In humble
Loving adoration
For my pride is in the wonder of your kindness
I see with eyes 
Not veiled in blindness
You help me be bold when I'm prone to shyness
So these pride filled tearfully happy eyes
Will be in the presence
Of You the one True King
My Loving Father
Me who deserves lowness
Eyes lifted to see You
My King and Royal Highness!

Inspired by a friend.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Black Bird and Midnight Butterfly

There she sits, a "Black Bird on a wire"
On wings repose "she sings of light"
 "Broken People" gather beneath her 
People who have seen the "Faces of Storm"
Accused, Yet "guilty of innocence"
I become an "Unaware Witness"
"Forever by your side" I will remain
Perhaps you can teach me "the art of understanding"
For you let the "Butterfly Rise" with grace
One of many "miraculous secrets"
After all these years "I am still waiting"
Searching for answers "behind cryptic doors"

I sit in the silence of "Solitude's Embrace"
Leaving me with more "Observations of ponder"
The dark was such a "Seductive Predator"
Why do I feel alone, is it a symptom of "my lacking"?
You my dear Blackbird- you are "Prettiness Defined"
"The Sowing" yours, it defines you.
"Yesterday you were my Garden"
Together we discussed many "painstaking views" 
I remember taking a breath, "bewildered of all you emanate"
"Black Bird on a wire" tell me your secrets!
As I look into your eyes, our "hearts converse"
"I want to know" am I really here?
A"Midnight Butterfly" Beating my wings for you
"Make Love to Me"

Let us fly to the sky, "Discovering Forever"
On our way to "a reachable happiness".

It is done!

Thanks to those who contributed

Mystic Rose
Kim Patrice Nunez
John Lawless
Jan Allison
Broken Wings
M.L. Kiser
Rotten Apple
Catie Lindsey
Debbie Guzzi
Eve Roper
Yanny Widjanarko
Cecilia Macfarlane
Tim Smith
FJ Thomas
Casarah Nance (special honor, part of title!)
Peter Duggan
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Julia Ward
Eileen Manassian 

Eileen sent a soup mail with her title "Make Love to Me".
Our Queen of Passion was trying to stump me.:0)
I think it adds a bit of ooh la la!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Intoxicating wordless Sound

Seeking the solace in its voice
As it sings and serenades.
Intoxicating wordless sound
Carried along on air currents,
Transforms wind to song.

Mellow notes with breathless voice
Plays like a lovers embrace.
Deep earthy sounds perceived by ear.
Romancing my heart through song,
An alluring sound from the flute.

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013

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Princess Philomena 1

She who is the light and hope in love complete
I kneel in your grace
A story that really gripped me deeply
as my mother told me with such pride in her voice

Protectress of the most Holy living rosary 
she has preformed countless miracles
A young virgin who was martyred at the age of 13
She willingly gave her life to the heavenly sacrifice
daughter of light you shine heroic
Blessed with the virtues of purity,obedience and humility
the anchor of hope in deep dark despair
I promised someone really dear to me
precious in my heart with love
to write this story

She was the daughter of a prince stunning beautiful
coming from a small state in Greece
who her family became Christians 
in baptism she became the daughter off, light
One day while in the city the family went for an audience
with the great emperor, when he saw her 
he appeared possessed in his mannerism
during the whole time within conversations 
Now her father was dazzled with his honor
he willingly accepted his proposal of marriage
her father and mother tried everything to induce her to yield
to their demands she turned to them and said
I never break a promise once made
in the one she had made to Jesus
saying her virginity belongs to him
No longer can I dispose of it
They tried everything in their power
her father began attacking her in his own shame
in violent rage and anger and her mother tried to induce her to yield
they tried everything with her that was possibly know to them
Until both her parents fell on their knees begging
with tears that were overwhelming their eyes
pleading with her to please take pity on them
No was her answer final on the subject
she had vowed herself to God and her kingdom is in Heaven
She was brought before the emperor at the time
he flew into a mad violent fit of anger mixed with rage
influenced by the devil himself
He flung her into the palace prison
thinking to himself with pain and suffering
and with great shame in her courage he constantly attacked her
some which were almost fatal to her purity of blessing
had it not been for the hand and grace of God
Her prayers supported her 
those she made to the love of Jesus
and to her most holy mother with her only son
now being held in captivity 37 days in total
always in a heavenly mist of light 
Our Blessed most Holy Mother supreme through the eyes of all women
bride of our Lord the Father God the creator
our Blessed Mother appeared in a vision

this story continues on next write 3 chapters this all held me captive 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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The Most beautiful Place

O Most beautiful of places
like a whisper
read me ...if you read hushed tones
"Lace and fineness" 
not for me
Sweet salty sea and a sand colored shore
the lines are long ...slender ... smooth ever horizon upon which I rise
the hills and valleys are silken paleness sheened by light
a channel runs down the middle
to a small perfect fount
into which I dip my spirit and am purified
baptized...cleansed of all earthly things
I rest ...but for a moment
for there is a mysterious forest beyond
plush... warm and verdant
and beyond that... lies the source of all evil ...and good
I am Eve
I am the garden...
and you are my soul's seed ...the forbidden apple that awakens 
I am the ocean
...come to rock me
you turn me from stone to ice...from ice to rain...from rain to river...from river to sea...from sea to light...from light to dark...from dark 
to illuminati
that I may forever rise and rise again upon your perfect pale shore 
and come to understand...the true value of all things

Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2016

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Slave To The Order

It begins with a bang.

Blasted out of bed I dress and suit up for war is upon us. Of course both my swords are unsheathed and the sun has just begun to rise over the horizon. Quickly without much warning I am shot in the arm by a arrow through the window of my barracks "this is bad" I think to myself. The other men are all running out of bed with great hast. I pull the arrow out of my arm and run out side to find cover. A light rain begins to pelt me as I finish the quick battle field patch work on my arm.  

My commander appears in front of me and shouts out his orders for the immediate defense of our base. We salute and I run over the battlements to bring back some form of order to my archers. That is when I learn that the gate was nearly breached so I command oil to be dropped and arrows with fire to be lit and hurled at the poor sods bellow me.  No one knows how many we killed within those fist seconds but it was definitely at least a hundred enemies. That of course does not even slow them down as more berate the gate.  Believing in my righteous cause I gather my Calvary but hesitate a moment before bursting out the gate in a wild charge to the enemy camp to eliminate their famed leader. One thousand horsemen gallop across the bridge  ten miles to the hill where we know he is lurking in the shadows unknowing about the doom which now surely awaited him and his kingdom.  

Knowing what I do now I wish I had let the king sack my humble castle. The destruction of my peoples independence was only the beginning of our story. Had that king I killed destroyed my commander before he became the exalted emperor he is today the world would have been better off. For now I will leave it at this, My people will be free and father will rue the day he left us.

Copyright © Della Vossa | Year Posted 2015

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Oh Most Heavenly Farther 
please forgive me in my sins 
Gracious Star of Bethlehem 
I believe in your only Son crowned
Our Lord and King of Israel 
who died on the Holy Cross
arose on the third day 
A toll paid in our sins 
Master you paid the ultimate sacrifice 
guiding with your Holy Spirit 
makes me new again 
I believe in Our Saviors name 
forever and always Glory be 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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Precious Gem

My rock that sparkles on arrival
emotions swell inside warm dewdrops
Leaving the gates open from my mind
drawing from out of this dream golden
a beautiful runway opens sparkling
Sweetly flying to you my heart pure
lights up within breathing deep loving
Warmly sighs feelings so good loving 
somebody so special very hot
beautiful who smiles dazzling lights up

wrote in 9 syllable count a beautiful cloud that hangs 10 lines to represent something perfect

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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What is detrimental? What is my choice? What is the job I must partake in the name of Jehovah? Am I saved? Do I differentiate to see more clearly, what is right vs. righteous? Do I try to adjust? Is it wrong to want more? How do I know when I am saved? What am I up against via a religious way? Do I shy away from negative statements? When it is concerning my faith, do I proclaim I am saved? I am saved because I am righteous. I am saved in a rightful mind. I am saved because of a religious path. I am saved in my belief that all things are divine. Am I saved? You are saved through the grace of God.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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Ye olde Hogs head

Welcome to the Hogs head
The local ye olde pub
The ale tastes like urine
And there's maggots 
In the grub.

There's straw on the floor
A pee bucket by the door
And rats scurry in groups of ten or more.

The busty wenches serve the ale
And over the centuries
There's been spoken
Many a tale
Gossip soon gets far
Tankards flow with ale.

There by the fireside
Is a secret door where
Dick Turpin often hides.

Over by the bar is Robin Hood
And his merry men
Their very merry 
And drunk again.

The place is a den of iniquity
Pickpockets and theif's
You can always get a 
Stolen purse
or sheep real cheap before you leave.

The regular drinkers often burst into song
In a drunken stuper their often out of tune
And the words come out wrong.

The place is really smelly
And you have to watch your step you do
Just in case you step on and get pig poo on your shoe.

The place never closes
And all the posh folk
Turn up their noses
at such a hovel.

But your always welcome
Why not come on down
And give it a go
Or you'll never know.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.June.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014

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This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events.
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.

Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.

No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.

Divine intervention is deific interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
Verlena S. Walker

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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The Truth Will Unravel

An unarmed soldier seeks justice 
where the wolves prowl awaiting their prey 
armed with faith silver shining chalice glowing light

Striking blows the deceiving fool flash reveals
Behind one mask lies a corrupt soul
I see the real picture frowns 

But in front of the true judge Almighty
Our Creator 
he will then face his accused head on 

Only then dawning of his final chapter
destiny in a blink of an eye showdown begins 
when a strike of someones tongue hurts 

A bully of violence casting poison each false word
condemns the innocence hope always remains 
when you see the truth clearly a chariot of fire 

Stands out a million miles away
sometimes people are quick to judge the fact hides 
in the unknown answer remains even in dust of our being 

unrhymed tercet

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Chinese New Year

Red envelope
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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The Vanishing

Since summer lost to fall
Winters got a grip
One solitary spark, now a firestorm
Cars lined up like smog filled rats
With terror filled eyes
Blinking lights as if hazards signaled
I saw the green turn to amber
Never slowed down
Never looked around
Drones are closing quick now
Hazy nights in my head
Shades of red wishing green
The warm sway in my mind as I walk
Through the pine forest
Sweet scented needles with every carpeted step
The soothing "tic tic" of red headed woodpeckers
The warm mist off lake superior, baptizing
The doe and her fawn
As they lift their heads when I walk by
Joining me in prayer

© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013

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I’m lost in an unknown world where I am not a stranger
Citizen of love recognize and value by all
People adore my knowledge about my country
As several relationships has been fabricate and re-established
‘Master of love’ I was called
All these is claim until I met her
She is the perfection of beauty
Angel amidst humanity
Her skin tone complements my dark complexion
Her hair kiss ass
Her dove eyes laid in between her pointed noise harmonized with long face and 
double dimple
Her breast flow the ocean of life in fulfillment of the holy book
She is supernaturally endowed below
Dream of living in her palace below and drink from milk of life above  
I call her End of discussion
She is my desire yet confused of certainty
My heart fails not to confront with golden words
I’m scared of response
I’m not scared of No but Yes
Presently in the net of two relationship in the name of love
My golden word for her shall be never to cheat on her
Previous word contradict contemporary words for her
Confused heart, let go of previous love and regain my country?

Copyright © OBIAJE PETER EDIGAH | Year Posted 2014

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      Where did all those black people go in Black History such as W.E.B Dubois, 
George Washington Carver, Sojourner Truth,and many more that came before.
      Why have their families disappear?
When you search their genealogy, their surnames are found.
      Were their families wiped-out?
I am speaking on today.
      These people paved a way out no way.


      These old bones of mine stir in the grave.
I was a freedom fighter in my days.
      Great I did do for the slaves even when their life in this country had been made.
We wanted a better living a holistic way.
      Our troubles where many; we saw through the white man eyes or ways.
Old bones of mine became tired and disengaged.

      Where is my family now?
Where did they go?
      My spirit roams to find my kinfolks.
Our surname is no more.

      My soul was baptized in the Mississippi.
I was raised from the river saved.
      No sin was present and I lived right.
When I knew my time had come, I closed my eyes.
      In those days, doctors were few in saving the life of a slave.
The pain was so great I knew I was gone.
      But by the grace of God my life went on.
Ten years later, I was summoned home.

      My people are no more.
Where did my people go?
      I see our house yonder.
Our surname is not in existence any more.

      The spirit of a slave
The soul afire
      Roams the world in the sweet by and by
He shouts, "Still I Rise!"
Penned April 29, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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Gorilla Piano

  'I shall will' says the Proclaimed Self
when you know
it most certainly

  'Forever' swear the lovers
before they weary of each other
and pass with

maybe there will be some
other times
looping mirrors reflecting
speeding light spread
ever along
the fire's fulgurate throat

stroking a woman's lovely
shudder.  a room in Rome.
like Krishna
riding high

shadows within the 
the elephants may
But, never,
no never
will they ever
clear the

Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2014

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Hey Fiddle Fiddle

He fiddled 
with his foreskin,
pulling the taunts over

The tip of his nose,
it still stung, from when
Gary Mother****in' Jackson
(a strapping lad who insisted
this should have been his middle
name, after taking up a pool
job one summer)

Had pushed him, rather
abruptly into the bushes,
and those branches

Feeling like hands, poked
and prodded into the depth's
of his skin and he'd walked 

Through that day, red and 
welty, like an overgrown zit.

Copyright © Ammy Avocet | Year Posted 2014

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I Held Marys Hand

I Held Mary’s Hand 

I held Mary’s hand as John covered his face,
So still,
At Peace,
Faded are the slapping sounds of the whip against his flesh,
Gone now are the shrieks as his crown was pegged into her child’s head,

I felt her hand, as it twists into mine, 
Dry, strong to the touch.
As the arms release, her grip is firm, ridged,
As if hers are the spiked arms being released, free from pain

Her tears roll, 
Silent, still,
As her son is now

Shrouded body moves like a holy ghost,
The linen and cotton, dotted with the sin of man,
Mary awareness, that they not know what has been done, 
The future,
Presented in their presence and decided with each lash mark,
Each step of the walk with 300 pounds of wood nailed to fashion the Christ cross,
Foretold this day to her,
All the years before

I held Mary’s hand as we walk to the tomb of our King of King’s.
I see her resolute,
No fear of our future,
Brilliant in the light of God,
Mourning the natural, 
The body,
Her Son, her boy, her baby
Now Devine providence for us all,
In his sacrifice,
Her sacrifice, as told to her all the years before, 

I held Mary’s hand,
As the Stone closed,
Sealing in the body, 
Releasing the spirit of the Christ-Child,
Tears dry by the kicking sands and dust of which all men will return.
Stoic we look upon the dotted trail,
Our long winding road back thru perdition

I held Mary’s hand as she leads me,
Pulls us to our destination,
Resolute our steps gain purpose.

Divinity and destiny intertwine to our hope’s yield,
Everlasting Salvation. 

Step by Step,
The confidence and purpose,
Re-delivered as if the Spirit, 
Advising of the greatest of gifts,
By God,
Would be delivered from Mary,
As the vessel,
To one day go back to the Alter of God,

Each step rekindles the awareness,
The divine need for all this to happen,
For the upcoming Majesty,
Behold the power of Gods mighty hand,   
As told to her all the years before, 
In the light of the spirit, 
Of the holy divinity to come

I held Mary’s hand 
As we eat unleavened bread, sipping from the cup,
Waiting and listening, the shock of her son’s disciples,
Explaining the sight their eyes will not believe, 
When the arm extended,
 Hands open and out,

I held Mary’s hand as we move past time, space and place. 
I show her the words of her son, spreading across the lands,
I show Mary the hymnals, 
We hear the choirs of angles singing, 
Wrapped in their robes,
The praised sounds that are holy ode’s of joy

I held Mary’s Hand,
As we enter….
Together seated next to God.

Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015

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Get your house in order.
Get your life right.
Repent from your sins.
Magnify humanity to a point of surrender of all perils.
You are only your savior.

Survival is your essence.
Strength weakens the evil that possess.
Give your burdens to the omnipotent and praise his presence.
Shout hallelujah when you feel the need.
You are seeing your spirit aglow.
Know that you are the master of your soul.

Clap your hands giving yourself an encore.
You know that you are specter shown.
Stomp when the spirit enters.
Your presence is wraith of the known God.
Remunerate and worship
Reflect and shout
This is your house in order.

Tell the world you been saved from your evil ways.
Share your vision as your mission unto God.
You are a crusader in a cause.
Your house is now in order because you praised the Lord.

Shout Hallelujah Amen!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Bow the head in faith

I had the most beautiful of feelings 
When the Holy Spirit held my heart precious dewdrops 
Crowning treasure your jewel emotions sing so softly 
To my soul words enchanting a prayer 
In a lifetime of dreams faith O Lord patience one virtue 
Saves and embraces all love 
In a world free from hate 
Thank you master for showing me the pathway 
Paved with truth a gateway opens 
Smiling free golden beams warmly at the tunnel end 
To kiss your adoring feet 
At the bottom of the cross 
My king Lord Jesus salvation

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Too Much Vitamin D

Polycultural and permacultural,
space and time growth of human communication,
information systems,
common understanding,
Commons economics,
and ultimate integrity of all human concern
and evolution's informed coordination,
coincidental endosymbiotic cooperation,
karmic incarnation
of love's redemptive initiatives--
these harvest active peace.

Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through acts of kindness.
Fear fades coincidentally
as strong-tempered love fulfills its trembling space,
transformed polymorphic place,
Edenic life ionically balancing,
finding humor in ego's hateful quaking
monoculturing systemic dissipation.

All Yang,
no Yin,
original sin,
not Original Intent
of polyculturally balanced
Prime Principle of Universal EcoLogic.

P must reverse-valent NP,
as Yang reversely balances Yin,
as Tao's enculturing skin economically responds
to namaste invitations from sunlight's Vitamin D.

Photosynthesis enlightens binomial polycultures
and regenetic string theory.
Anger and fear burn monopolistically synaptic,
like sunlight on unprotected skin,
when and where,
perma- and poly-
P does not
equal NP.

Baptism is to water and air systems
as photosynthesis is to light and soil rooting systems
as yang is to binomial implicating yin,
thusly thereforeversomuchly,
(and exhaustedly)
P DOES = NP!!!
so let's move on with this Green Revolution
of active peace.

I need a nappy.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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rain days figured in

the line straight, turning the globe
dark and then darker colors passing by
the vivid stream, covering the sun from her

the day a dank, gray stare
through the glass left over from the last

maybe I should go outside and
listen awhile

But, I am worried.  I'm goddamn sick
the rain is costing me 

Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2015

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solar flares

Sodom and Gomorrah...genesis 19;24
Pompeii...August 24 , a d 79....

1859...the great solar flare struck....telegraph offices reported set ablaze across the face of the globe.....

Am I a man of faith?
Am I a man of facts? 
By this believing...
And seeing with my own eyes, for what that is worth to one legally blind.
Several years ago near hit with a solar flare...setting the earth back to the days of the British sir...Mr Newton if it had contacted....

Do I believe the words of christ?
Do I consider myself totally dependent on solo christi..
Dio willing , aye...

Christianity has become more horizontal hold
Less vertical hold...

Atheists? Well they get in a fix or right and say o good Lord..
As though he is a mere expression...

Copyright © LEWIS FINDLEY | Year Posted 2015

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The Volunteer, A Poem Inspired by HRH Prince George of Cambridge

'We have a future king to make,'
Said the deep, resounding voice.
'But it is not a proper fit for everyone.
For a king must know first how to obey than to command,
And to abide rather than reign.'

'And thus, I need a volunteer.'

The eager little voices swiftly gathered ‘round.
'To have a throne and my own crown,' said a little voice with delight. 
'A great palace for my home,' cried another, 'or a castle with tall ramparts.'
'I’d be above all others,' said yet another, 'that would surely ease one’s comparing mind;'
'And best of all, to be revered by everyone and through all time!'   

'Don’t fool yourselves with thrones and crowns,' said a little voice from the side,
'Do not haste into a choice you may regret for all your life!
I’d rather risk oblivion and even want, but be free to choose my fate,
What is precious life for but to discover one’s gift and thirst?
You take that crown and throne, and you forever renounce the greatest prize you own!'

There were no volunteers at hand for that grand, distinguished life.
The once lively little voices now stood silent, with cautious glances in their eyes.
Yet they began to move a little, but not to volunteer their fates; 
Someone was slowly coming forward all the way from far behind. 
Soon, one single little voice stood ahead of all the others, and with a thoughtful stare, it spoke:

'I overheard a story once
Of a vast and balmy river 
That braves across cold, stormy seas
So it can meet a fabled shore
And become one with it.

'Wearied from its long voyage, 
It crashes beneath the sheer cliffs.
And as its froth caresses the jagged rocks,
It echoes the green, velvety meadows above
Which gently cuddle the harsh precipice. 

'The wee, babe-in-arms coming king 
Will hold that fabled shore in him.
For he, though one sole man
Will stand for an entire land.
And in choosing this destiny
Of that fabled shore I also shall be,
For it will be a part of me, 
And I, humbly, of it.

'And then, there is the brave lad who in sheer fright,
Gathered all his nerve and leaped into the dark night
Over the unknown enemy’s laird.
Oh, how I would leap into the dark along with thee!
Though he is now long gone, he will live in me,
And I, humbly, in him.

'And the family who huddled deep beneath the ground
Through the terrifying shudder of the enemy’s raging rounds. 
Then, to rise again, and not concede.
I was in that shelter along with them,
And so were a million others who were yet to be!

'Such as the young boy now walking to school on a quiet country lane,
To learn his Scott, his Shakespeare, his Milton, and his Keats.
I will follow him close behind, and my own feet shall grow within his footprints.
It takes no less than each of them to make a king, 
And not more than lacking one to lessen him.
For a king, though one sole self, stands for all, 
And all do stand for him.

'I know that in choosing this path, 
I’ll forever relinquish command of my compass, 
And may never find out what I could’ve become on my own, 
Or what my true talent may be.
I will follow, instead, a course that has long been set,
By others, and not by me.

'But I have a strong hunch 
That if I don’t put myself first,
Or what I feel I’m entitled to do and to have,
And choose, instead, to be fair, as best as I possibly can, 
To those for whom I’ll be honored to stand,
I’ll eventually know who I really am; 
And will meet, one day, the man I am meant to become.'

'Thus, I volunteer 
To be the child who’s one day to be king.'

A newborn day blazed in the distance,
And a transformation was about to take place, 
As momentous as the invasion of spring,
The rising of the harvest, or a mighty winter gale.
Nearly two thousand babies were coming to life on that land, 
From that land, to that land, for that land, 
And a single one amongst them exalted all. 

Half a world away, a vast and balmy river 
Was setting out on its long voyage to a fabled shore,
And nearby, radiant sunlight battled gray, stormy clouds,
So as to break through and paint in brilliant and broad brushstrokes
The lofty Highlands below,
And thus, be reborn as shimmering glens and moors.

Copyright © Sergio Silveira | Year Posted 2013

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The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013