Peering at the radiating faces of happy families
So much joy emanates from well-to-do children’s sparkling eyes
Wish I could replace the grief, put smiles on the faces of my sons
Without a glimmer of hope even promises of warm meals would be lies
In the brown eyes of my sons, the same eyes their mother, my wife
Sadness the sacrifice, a courageous mother giving life
So great a zest for life she sacrificed to give her sons life
But now greed hath put her seed in peril and my world in strife
No “Help Wanted” signs in the windows of Main Street’s bustling stores
The aroma of fresh bread wafts tauntingly from the bakery
With my hands in pockets, finding not even loose change
Overcome with hunger and jealousy, should I resort to thievery?
Mind reeling, contemplating abating moral principals
Suddenly appear familiar brown eyes amid face so dear
The image of deceased wife, Spanish born eyes filled with tears
Speaking, "Abe, the Lord is gracious, walk until head is clear"
I follow the light in her warm eyes reflecting in glass windows
They lead me down the road to a park at the end of town
Dressed in ragged clothing, a man sits with a smile of peace
Breathing white puffs in frigid air, this gentle soul sees my frown
The message is plain, as my fears begin to clear
There is a greater depth in a soul of love well kept
The night is far spent; I kissed the hand of this gentle man
He smiled sweetly and said, "Lift up heavy head from dread"
I look up to see sun glistening on snow-laden pine boughs
It’s here, Christmas Day, and I’ve left my children alone all night
An ache in my heart compels me to race quickly back through town
Breathlessly, I reach my porch unprepared for a welcome sight
Hearing laughter within, I smell, yams, turkey and ham
I open my door, on the floor, presents piled high as well
Laughing with glee, sons kiss me, sparkle of brown eyes I see
Sparkling brown eyes, of Spanish descent, love is evident
“From where in the world did all this come,” I ask my sons
“Beautiful lady with Spanish brown eyes, stopped at our door
She said a strange thing, as on the floor our gifts were lain,
‘Tell Abe keep the faith; a mother's love is stronger than the grave.’
Her hugs and kisses, will be greatly missed! Who was she, Daddy?"
Thank you, Moses, for joining me and guiding me in this write. Merry Christmas, dear
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009
Prayer Cried Out In The Storming Waves
Fought the waves, the maddened tumbling sea
doomed ship sinking swiftly beneath me
Prayers to God,to every saint I ever knew
no desire to reside beneath this ocean blue
Midnight's stormy fury soon moved past
ship gone, me clinging to a broken mast
Fear, the kind that eats into your soul
rebuked my every hopeful, impossible goal
Prayers renewed with sad desperate pleas
Lord, let me survive these angry seas
The waves beat me about with great delight
I am tired, give me strength to fight
Master,find all the good that rests in me
save me, to do all that you may please
Prayer ended, my legs and arms do so tire
as the last ember was burning in my fire
Hope raced forth in a bright shining light
dawn broke forth from that darkest night
The rays hit me with a soft, sweet breeze
so calm,so very calm my soul was at ease
A single gull flew over my bobbing head
Hope cried out,you live,you are not dead
Land must now be very close hereabouts
So tired but that did not stop my shouts
Thank you Lord,this gift I will never forget
I believe,even though I am not home yet
A rescue ship's horn was soon blasting away
saved I'd be on this fine glorious day
Soon I was safe, safe on board her deck
I knew then faith and prayer saved my neck
Captain said, saw your flare just before dawn
thats when we raced and really poured it on
I was so confused and my mind it did so stun
I had no lifesaving flares and no flare gun!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-24-2015
Note: Was it a dream, my memory tells me I lived it.
In another life so long ago.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby was gone,
Over forbidden images
That crowded their way
Past ice cream sundays
And birthday parties
And wedding days.
A doer of good deeds.
He looks into
the little girl's eyes.
The girl speaks,
"This is not my dad"
And the coward
who took her,
Believing he saved
From a long, cold walk,
Saved a child
From a long, cold death.
Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013
A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed by their fate.
With bitterness they said, you’d be lucky to have dinner tonight, or even a plate.
Life was harsh, nowhere to go, anger and fear had put their souls, in a terrible place.
The little girl had found no hope or joy, lurking near their old car, of late.
The car was their home, gas money was scarce, and with few places they could park.
Yes, their troubles had slowly extinguished, that precious hopeful spark.
Without that spark, they’d never find their way, from this terrible place of cold and dark.
And life’s darkness grew deeper nightly, as hope vanished under a reality so stark.
Even the very fiber of her family, seemed to be shattering slowly, slowly, apart.
The child felt alone here in this dark car, as sadness tried to engulf her little girls heart.
The future seemed filled with hopelessness, as shame and dread, were leaving their mark.
Embarrassment to be seen and turned away, made it hard for them to reach out, to restart.
But life goes on, and we can’t fear to rebuild, or the future will be hard to impart.
The girl suddenly declared there’s more to life, and she wouldn't let it conquer her heart.
She decided triumphs will come, and all will get better, if she held to that hopeful spark.
Seeing the desolation and anger here, she couldn't stay around, she had to get away…
So she climbed out of the car, and she walked into town, not so very far to stray.
She went and looked at the store windows, where Christmas was being displayed.
The music and people filled her heart, lifting her spirits, deep inside, that day.
She noticed a store, way down at the end of the row, on the next block, where it lay.
No one was there, it seemed lonely, and the darkness was again, spreading it’s decay.
She ran there in time to see an old man closing up, with sadness on his face betrayed.
What use were his goods, if no one would shop, or come down along his way?
The super store down the block, was daily making him lose more and more in the fray.
He could no longer afford to hire people, and the season had very little time, to stay.
As they talked the girl saw that she couldn't let the darkness take another, so she prayed.
Then she told the old man, if he’d open the shop, she’d bring customers down his way.
She added, she’d find reasonable workers, if her family could live upstairs, she portrayed.
First bring the customers, he said, and the rest will be yours little friend, he conveyed.
She had him put his best toys, as a contest prize, and to add lots of lights on the display.
He set a contest, “Winners-the best collectors for families in need” on Christmas Eve.
He put out a bright contest sign, but still nobody came to his end of the block, to survey.
So she had him call the Salvation Army, for a kettle, Bell ringer, and Carolers, who came
Lickety split, their way.
Then she had him call a dear old friend, and farmer, to bring a tractor full of bails of hay.
Another volunteered his horse and sleigh, both, to see the city lights thru New Years Day.
This was a great idea, since the older drivers, could use the help, for their bills to pay.
The girl ran all over spreading the excitement, and to come see the prizes, his way.
The families suddenly started heading toward his door, and to those wondrous rides.
At that moment her parents came, and she explained what her hope, had improvised.
Her father talked a contractor into building a disabled family a home, to help advertise.
He could get a tax break; come to this store for supplies, and hire unemployed workers, he devised, so wise.
In the end, each night grew brighter, because of a girls hope, and heart-warming delight.
And the old man began smiling for the first time, in a long, long, time, starting that night.
All was saved, a home was found, and another built, as a sad little girl taught grownups to smile along the way…
You might say, A Spark of Hope lit a candle, then a raging fire, which was burning bright by Christmas day.
The moral to my story is:
Never give up on Hope; it’s your best friend, as life brings its troubles your way…
Know that with time, a good heart, good will, and friendly ways…
You can find God’s gifts again, if you don’t let the dark take you away…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
Maud, the meek poverty stricken seventy year old matriarch
of the people spoke proudly as the relief shown on her face.
“Two weeks ago I had tests run at Sparks Medical Center in
Fort Smith they told me that my old body was almost totally
eat up of cancer. I ask a brother at that time here in the church
whom I respect and have faith in to pray. He simply said as he
laid hands on me, them that believe shall lay hands on the sick,
and they shall recover. (Mark 16:18 KJV) Why that is all he said
as he asks me to agree with him.”
“I stand before you today, one day before Christmas, totally free
of cancer. I was scheduled yesterday to begin receiving radiation,
but when they did my blood tests again they could not find one
trace of cancer. My doctor said he just could not explain the miracle
that had apparently taken place. You apparently know a doctor who
is far greater than I am.” Tears of gratitude flowed down Maud’s old,
weathered cheeks as the whole church stood and rejoiced with their
precious matriarch mother. This was a Christmas eve of rejoicing like
non other, and there was not a dry eye in the whole church.
A true story from 1987 in Moreland Arkansas Free Full Gospel Church.
This charitable hearted lady lived several years after this and died of simple
old age at around 90 years of age.
Contest: Your Christmas Miracle
Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011
A snow white deer was downed by a hunter
a once in a lifetime trophy, he boasted.
some folks were crimson pissed
because a snow white deer is very rare,
a sign of good things to come
the purist of beings to reappear....
an antlered angel... wearing a message
a reminder that God is still present,
still looking after- picking up
from the edge of our acid cloud, sludge streams
burning forest of melting dreams.
Waiting for the perfect time...
the perfect time
to float above the clearing
to whisper "there's still miracles-miracles abound
there's still time to turn negativities into lacy dreams
knead bullets into butterflies
spin the planet back from black to aquamarine"
to the hunter it was just a leaping piece of meat
to be silenced-devoured- skinned- displayed...
now some people want to bow the hunter down
for stuffing their miracle
you know, nail his polyester neck to the forest wall
perhaps the white deer was a test,
to see where our hearts are really at...
Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2014
Which way leads to the
land of green white
Which way are we
A country the wicked
bears the rulership, and
the people sighing
A terrible thing sprouts
beneath the sun: a
Imps come to lime-light
by snuffing air from the
goose that laid the
The blind guiding the un
The weak suppressing
the strong-a terrible
Like the overthrow of the
gods at Mt. Olympus by
A country where also
thieves appear as men of
Land of green white
A land where the
enlightened ones are
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that
eat the crumbs.
Which way to go you
Iliterates stand on
podium of power
bellowing orders as milk
of sorrow known as
dividends of democracy
is passed around.
The machine of progress
manned by the
"There is better
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white
where rule of law walk
The proles are sentenced
to adversity,and there
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People
dancing on thorns
whimpering as they
I see a new sun rising
from the horizon,hope is
rekindled as its rays
grace on hopeless bodies.
Look!! there soon be
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Dragonfly-the miracle insect
Oh… Dragonfly, the miracle insect
You are the symbol of change and self realization
Source of mental and emotional maturity,
Your scurrying flight across water
represents an act of going beyond the surface
glance at deeper implications and aspects of life.
Your agile flight and its ability to move in all six directions
Exclude a sense of power and poise
this can be seen only with age and maturity.
Your speed at amazing 45 miles an hour
Hover like a helicopter and fly backward like a hummingbird,
Fly straight up, down and on either side
Your wing strokes elegance and grace just like a veteran ballet dancer
You are wonderful and exhibits Iridescence both on your wings as well as body
It is kaleidoscopic
Your eyes are wonderful
most amazing and awe inspiring sights
You can see in all 360 degrees around
That symbolizes the uninhibited vision of the mind
And ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self
You are innocent and harmless, not bite
To Japanese you are a symbol of summer and autumn
And admired and respected all
Samurai use you as a symbol of power and best of all victory
For Chinese you are a symbol of prosperity, harmony and as a good luck charm
To Native Americans you are a sign of happiness, speed and purity
because you eats from the wind itself
Those may be the hidden facts that you have inhabited our planet for almost 300
Copyright © Jayaratne Weerakkody | Year Posted 2014
A beggar had been sitting at the side of a road
For over thirty years on a box which was old.
One beautiful day a stranger walked by.
“Spare some change?” – asked the beggar and sighed.
“I have nothing to give you”, - said the stranger to him,-
“What is that you are sitting on?” “Just an old box, I seem.
I’ve been sitting on it for as long as I live”.
“Ever looked what’s inside?” “There is nothing in it”.
“Have a look in to see - there’s something or not”.
So he opened the box and it was filled with gold.
I was inspired by a parable from Eckhart Tolle’s Book “The Power of Now”.
Copyright © Zhalya Abiyeva | Year Posted 2013
The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration
And that might be how souls are awaken
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking
Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died
As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence
Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt
My Story Telling Together In A Strange World
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
God Is Real/Miracles Happen
By Nate Spears
God is real, and miracles happen
Despite of his struggles
The middle class poet kept on writing his chapters
Times were tough
But he didn’t give up
His bills were overdue
No water, no power
He used GOD as his source; and
kept on writing his chapters
Then came a knock
He opened his door, but no one was there
There was a note left behind, along with a white feather on his mat
A rent paid receipt
Plus full payment of his utilities
He closed the door quickly, and went back in the house to his desk
The pages in his book was flipped
to a ending page he couldn’t miss
A inspirational piece was left behind that he didn’t write
It read this:
For your time and effort given
to lead and inspire, this is the final chapter in your book that I so desire.
I restored your power, to give you energy to write.
I gave you water again, for the tears shed on your writes.
I provided funding for your rent, for the priceless messages your poems present.
Those sheets of paper have inspired many lives in need to vent.
I read the final chapter, and started to cry
I glanced out the window at a river of joy nearby
A rainbow appeared in the sky
Under covering my darkness
There lies a ray of light
No matter how deep life pounds
No matter how hard things get
If you believe you can overcome
Just keep up the fight
The battle is already won
Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013
Moonlight glistened like stars on the snowy mountain lane
Ascending to a mesa above the timberline
Horses from the valley ranch often grazed with free rein
More than once fillies had climbed up the steep incline
One morning after the mare Midnight had disappeared
Ranch hands formed a posse and set out to search the hills
The raven-black horse was loved; for her safety they feared
A winter storm set in; hands faced heavy snow and chills
As night approached, dejected posse members returned
The ranch owner consoled them and offered his deep thanks
All felt their rescue mission failed, hung their heads concerned
As snow piled high, blowing, drifting into heavy banks
Three days of frigid weather kept horses inside their stalls
Passing Midnight’s empty booth made rugged cowboys sad
It was on the fourth day they witnessed an end to snow squalls
A sight on the mountain trail turned many faces glad
Midnight slowly plodded down the hill, nudging her foal
A painted pony, black with vivid spots of white
The colt looked like her mother, covered with flakes of snow
Hoof prints down the mountainside shone in morning light
Midnight had taken shelter inside a tiny cave
Just large enough for a determined equine mother
To rest a few days after birthing a stunning babe
A miracle, ranch hands said, unlike any other
Theme: Horses and Snowflakes
For Constance, a Rambling Poet's "Horses or Snowflakes or Horses and Snowflakes" contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
The priestess had seen it all well; she had seen it coming.
The Snow Goddess had spoken to her in a dream.
“How could this be?!” the priestess asked herself.
The human nature in her could not make sense of what her visions entailed.
The reality came to life in the night without the moon, but a night full of stars! The malevolent tribe of the wolves had broken the gates, and killed thousands of knights. They sought the blood of the Queen; the priestess herself! Her divine soul was too much for the vile and dark wolf warriors to bear.
The invaders were ten feet tall, with muscles as strong as steel, and teeth as mammoth as elephant tasks! Warriors of the Snow Kingdom were no match for such an army.
“I leave my Kingdom’s fate to you my Goddess…” the priestess whispered in despair. As the wolf warriors reached the foot of a big mountain, the auroras began to appear. They were of different colors like rainbow! Their visibility invited a tremor that created avalanches, that buried the entire giant army to their deaths. The Queen’s vision had come true!
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015
I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown
If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
Mother Mary appeared 18 times
Young woman Bernadette Soubirous
Announcing: “I am the Immaculate Conception”
Mother Mary helped Bernadette
Discover a hidden spring of grotto
That Spring was soon to become
Fountain of faith, hope
Healing for millions of pilgrims
Lourdes, truly a place of healing
Church recognizes 66 miraculous cures there
Thousands more have been reported
Lourdes a place they found peace
In coming to understand
Accept Eternal God’s will for them
To all who are sick in body and spirit
The Lord brings hope
Comfort through Our Lady of Lourdes
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
We are on earth to know
To love Eternal God
To do good according to His will
And to go someday in heaven
Human being means to come from Eternal God
To go back to Eternal God
The Truth is
Our origins goes back farther than our parents
Our parents are Eternal God’s tool
For us to be on earth
Sometimes we feel our Creator is near
Sometimes we feel nothing at all
So that we might find the way home
Eternal God sent His Eternal Son
Who freed us from sin
Save us from the Eternal Father’s world destruction
Eternal God, wanted to destroy the world
People He created were sinning
Eternal Son stopped Him
Eternal Father is Yahweh
Means “I AM”
Eternal Son is Jesus Christ
He is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
We call Catholic priest, father
Represent Father Christ
He is the Highest Priest
The Eternal Father is in Him
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
He is the way
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
Well, here we are at the start of a brand new day
Who knows what exciting new things lie just ahead
Will I win the Lotto?
Might have had a better chance had I purchased a ticket
Will a long lost friend suddenly reappear?
Not likely since he passed away a few years back
Will I regain my youthful, debonaire, good looks?
Did I ever have them?
Dreams can be so realistic at times
That when we wake, it takes us a bit of time
To clear our heads and get back to reality
Have you ever tried remembering a dream
How frustrating is that
You know it was filled with joy, laughter, and good times
But can't remember it no matter how hard we try
Strange but so very annoying
Sure would be great to continue on where we left off
The mind... a real enigma!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
SMALL WORLD WATERS... NAZRIEL!
As i sat in a nite club..
sipping sodas as i was too stressed
to enjoy my guinness...with michael powa..
a catch phrase used to advertise
my favorite bottle...
then in walked NAZRIEL
Pretty NATZ.. A nick name...
had a companion... weird..
is an understatement...
no words were needed i..
the eagles blended in..
Nazriel playing intoxicated-
me not buying it
natz... playing with dem pole dancers
natz eyes me..
the eagle folds his arm around her..
protecting pretty natz..
The eagles have landed in our city
i have encountered one too many..
and no one seems concerned...
this one has been around for decades..
lets cal him its-rael
No one knows why the eagles landed
talk of missing Isaiah chapters..
talk of the secret of the seven.. thunders
miracles don't amaze any more
for the eagles have landed...
and sweet NAZRIEL is one of them
by lewis nyaga
Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2015
Miracles From A Painting
Somewhere in Malaysia, a blessed Catholic family is witnessing some miraculous happenings…
These wondrous happenings are things unexpected and unforetold, with humble beginnings…
For a devout Catholic lady, it all begun with the purchase of a painting of the Devine Mercy…
Somewhere in Sept 2012, after she had learnt to recite the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy…
She simply had no idea, her innocuous purchase in a church, for a painting of the Devine Mercy…
Would be rewarded with some impossible happenings that she could never have imagined…
2 years later, one particular Tuesday, that venerated picture for worship manifested its first miracle…
A slow trickling of oil was seen seeping out from the right hand of the image, what a miracle!....
When a religious painting starts exuding oil continuously and there is no plausible explanation…
The local parish priest and his elders, imagine their muted excitement and the consternation…
In their infinite wisdom, they did their observation and intensified their prayers in unison…
Lo behold! Another miracle, more oil flowed, now from the hands and the feet of that image…
A month later, when happened the next phenomenon, it was October, the month of the Holy Rosary …
A statue of the Holy Mary with her crown of thorns, it too started to release oil, by all that’s holy! …
And last year, the Divine Mercy painting continue to release oil, even a tinge of reddish liquid…
This oil and blood flow subsided only after 40days when it was the first Sunday after Easter….
To top it all, in April last year, even a gift of a bronze statue of the Divine Mercy has its own miracle..
Unbelievedly, this unexplained phenomenon of oil and blood happened, once more they trickled…
To the believers of miracles and all you faithfuls, who is to know what these manifestations mean…
By her explanation, this owner lady encourages all faithfuls to continue for more prayers as routine..
What is of interest to me, and to share in this news of miracles in some devout Catholic family home…
Have the powers of prayers and faith, brought forth true miracles into such a true believer’s home?
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015
Church is a she
Bride of Father Christ
Church is Catholic
Church is people
Catholic related to the whole
Father Christ called
Profess whole faith
Preserve all Sacraments
To proclaim Good News
Sent her to all nations
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
I love the element of surprise which the present offers liberally
I love putting one into uncertainty or making them marvel—
It makes me feel extra special…
For a moment, I will only be a vile monster in their eyes
Then suddenly, they will notice I am not there to destroy them
They might even begin to feel a tug of trust…
Demon or not, it feels good when somebody trusts you
Only a human has the capability of trusting a demon
It is difficult to surprise a demon, as my victim did so easily to me
For humans, every moment of their life can easily become a surprise
What marvels me the most is that gleam in a human’s eye when they are in awe
I simply love it in children in particular…
I have my own world…
It is an interesting world,
Where I harvest human souls and evaluate them accordingly
The souls are not at the least happy there,
Which is good for me, because I need their pain as a demon
What is fun is that I have made this world in such a way that it can (and will)
Be utterly and gloriously destroyed
This world is special, and one special human ,
—the very product of my genius,
Will be the one who has the privilege of destroying it…
She is a woman, a very modest woman—
Frustratingly modest, and good
I write this account because that future person now lives—
And in a way, she has always lived deep inside of me
How happy and excited I am that she has arrived!
This very moment I possess her and write these very words
Before I avert the light to her, though,
I want to talk about my first victim:
She is eternally six years old,
A bubbly, cute little blonde girl with messy hair,
With big blue eyes of pure, piercing astonishment
And her name is Clementine
I observed her religiously since the day she was born,
Soon shunned, abandoned, and put into an orphanage
Where she was beaten, lied to, abhorred, envied, and spat on
Clementine was the reason I thought up the world
This little girl was always in her own little dreamland
And it was sad just how everyone put her down for falling into her imagination so much
Her only true friend through her hell was this doll she found,
Whom she wished with all her heart to be real
This sad, attention-starved little orphan touched my heart greatly
So, as a demon, I formed a world for her…
I began to show myself, and she surprised me with her quick trust
I trapped her in the world with her doll, Lila,
And promised her that someday, Lila would be human and alive…like her
If only she continued to trust me…
This she promised wholeheartedly with much optimism
As I continued collecting more human souls in this world,
Clementine began to see and realize I had trapped her
And I admitted my deed to her
I trapped her.
But though she has been pained by the fact that I keep her there,
She still remains hopeful, and this amazes me
I am afraid to tell her I am a demon just yet—
Though I am sure the souls have given her more than one hint—
But the promises I had given to her were going to come to pass…
This I vowed upon my own existence….
I have finally found the perfect person to destroy what I have created
And I have searched many years to find the perfect Lila,
To grant and complete this orphan’s ambitious wish
I have finally found Lila—the very spirit and figure of her most beloved doll
Too many years, all I have seen from Clementine are those sad smiles
That only thinly hide such throbbing pain…
I want to see the light of surprise and happiness in her eyes
Finally I will get to see that.
I’ll be complete knowing she is complete
It sounds like a simple desire for a demon,
But I have never denied that… I am very odd demon.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
The nature is the circling stone
Awaken spiritual bond,
Between the earth n the empty space
Is the fire ball
One for all ,
Luminous Rays of the holy hour.
Time and distance
Aging without change
Year after year
Reaching the heights
To touch us
Through the beautiful ambiance of the floating waters....
Rich in gold
Fine art of the great creator
Worthy of all...!!!
Copyright © anjanjyoti bhattacharjya | Year Posted 2015
Comatose To Life
Somewhere on a small island called Penang, historically known as the Pearl Of The Orient…
There is a heartwarming tale of how tender loving care revived a comatose patient…
The patient is a fully qualified Florence Nightingale about to launch her nursing career ..
Full of hopes and dreams, excited about achieving her goals in her chosen career…
But the cruelties of real life was fatefully unloaded on her one unlucky day…
A twisted sense of fate saw a motorcycle accident that cruelly left her for dead..
But her strong will to survive and fight was something no doctors could have forseen…
She being in a vegetative state, those experts think they know enough to proclaim…
There’s no hope of full recovery, poor girl, and it is best to pull the plug on her…
Given her extensive injuries, her vegetative state, it’s best not to prolong her misery..
Her ever loving aunt, her only mother she had known, was resolute in her decision…
Come what may, her favorite niece will have her undivided love, care and attention ….
No one knows the depths of agony and the despair this loving aunt quietly suffered…
The loneliness and the infinite patience, only a mother maternal could have done better…
Through 2 long years of unending love and tenderness, against all negative perceptions..
From the expert doctors to the disbelieving relatives, she tirelessly persevered in her actions..
Today her plucky comatose patient is awakened, though she is far from full recovery…
What matters is she is alive, she has made it through, though there’s need for counselling …
This story is just a beginning for Janice Chuah Chai Ming, it’s the start of a long recovery journey..
This poem is just to document the power and the intensity of love and perseverance extraordinary…
For Chuah Bee Hong, the loving aunt who quit her job to devote full time for Janice’s recovery..
Prayers be with you and your loved ones, good deeds like this deserves only good in life’s glory..
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015
I am here today Christmas Eve 2015 to share my miracle and the Christmas Story Miracle of 2015. Last year near Christmas Eve on the Winter Solstice I attended a service to honor the Return of the Light or the Christ Light/Christ Conspicuousness.
I wrote copy of lyrics of a song about the Return of the light because the minister who was administering the outdoor service would ask if anyone wanted to contribute a word or two during the service.
We gather in the cold in the woods after sunset some of us brought lawn chairs while others set on logs, the night was clear and beautiful. I looked up and watched the night sky in wonder.
But when the call came to volunteer one's voice during the service I remained silent and did not sing the song which I had crumbled up in my back pocket.
This week of Christmas 2015 I was thinking that I will attend at least two or more Christmas Eve services to do it again and lift up my voice to sing a song that was on my heart.
And that's when I got the sign on Christmas Eve morning 2015, when I first wake up and I opened my bedroom door to the small hallway leading to the living room I spotted a fold-up piece of yellow writing paper.
It was the same yellow writing paper that I had crumbled up in my pocket last year (that song) and that I have not seen since, where did it come from, how it get here on the floor and how did it come from were the many questions running to my awake/sleepy mind at 5 am.
Some one told me that I walk around in my own home in a fourth state of dimension but I do not believe this. I believe that the angels/my guides/Mother Mary may have sometime to do with my Christmas miracle.
Most of my inspired messages, thoughts, poems and affirmations come to me in that stage of asleep/awakening.
And what I heard this morning was this:
Fall to call
Born from sin
A joyful noise
'Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the lands!'
When I am in attendance at Christmas Eve service today I will carry that same yellow crumbled up piece of paper (that returned to me) with a message that Christmas for me is about the Return of the Christ Light.
Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2015
not long ago the earth was young
a dark shadow rose and blocked the sun
the people were lost in the chaos and hate
they lost everything to this dying fate
as luck grew low and people grew weak
they cried to the sky "its a miracle we seek"
this was the first time the moon did glow
yet not one soul would know
the moon was the miracle of which they cried
and without the shadow passes as the sun bound
by the moon, cycled the earth around and around
peace remained because day and night
slept peacefuly with dark and light
with their truth, protected us all
but with them soon came the fall
a fight broke out between anger and tears
night tried to stop it, but then came fears
fears and envy bred hatred anew
and chaos again spawned and grew
all was not lost at this time of pain
but hope was rare and almost found it vain
a balance must create a chaos
just as finding causes true loss
so if we could not have perfect peace
then how do we quell hatred the beast
if light and dark were truly the same
why was it chaos who was always to blame
finally the spiris decided to go their own ways
tired of wasting energy on the fighting days
their final solution was what saved us all
keep far from each other or suffer the call
if one met another we would all return
and this world that was protected would cease to turn
so now with fears, hate, envy, chaos, tears, dark, night, day, and night along
if these nine spirits had left one another and where seperated and gone
this is where twilight enters the truth
along with the others and joining them were; friend ship, joy, compasion, teamwork, turth
twilight you see was the one that brought with it the rest
twilight brought together everyone and their best
twilight truly showed them the way
and these are the words twilight spoke that day
as long as i remain, i reside of both
dark and light
of day and night
of chaos and compasion
of envy and teamwork
of truth and tears
of joy and fears
of friendship and hate
so believe in me and have no shame
it is only i that hold the burden of blame
i who am everything of you and yet
i who have nothing to lose or benifit
you must reason among one another
and find it in your selves to trust each other
Copyright © Kevin Elmore | Year Posted 2009
With the self declared bomoh king around, smiles are going around...
Vigorously shared are pictures of his quirky aids and aides gathered round....
One widely circulated pictures the venerated one holding up a magical vase ....
Plain looking yet with mystical powers you could never have guessed....
This time the exalted one has deign to offer earlier a press session....
A genuine effort on his part to better inform us all of his good intention..
It is within his will and intention that Malaysians should suffer the haze no more...
Never fear, he's the bomoh king, he is here for us in order that we suffer no more..
Once he and his aides get into their mystical antics with religious rites next....
Why, expect nothing less than all round crystal clear and blue skies next...
His precious mystical vase will draw in all that cursed haze and dust...
He will supernaturally clear the skies and heavens of all the haze and dust...
All that invisibility problem at the airports will be a thing of the past...
With him around, all ye people shall get to sleep safe and sound that last...
Hip, hip hooray! Hooray to our most exalted learned one rushing to our aid...
Like a superhero in a fantasy novel flying in to give much needed aid...
Malaysians all countryside wide, look up, look ahead and be relieved...
Bomoh king and his aides come to the rescue and all ye people, believe!
A tribute in jest to the local shaman who endeavours to clear the skies of unhealthy and thick haze over Malaysia and her neighbours here in SE Asia. His latest antics brought more fame or rather more infamy to Malaysia....
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015
The miracle of birth is a beauty to behold,
a mother , and child, such innocence will unfold..
Sweet is her touch for her bundle of joy,
whether it be a delicate tiny girl, or a bouncing baby boy.
No other closeness will ever compare,
as she holds her baby with such loving care.
First time moms, and all in between,
the miracle of birth is where pain is redeemed.
Happy Birthday Adan, four hours old.
Your proud grand mama.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
Miracles happen everyday
As the Lord works
In many mysterious ways
A new life begins
To the very air
That we are breathing in
From the very start
The beating of a heart
And all along the way
Never letting you stray
Your wildest dreams
Can easily be achieved
Have faith in His love
Ask for guidance
This life is a miracle
Lay your soul in His hands
And He will come to you
By Greg P
Copyright © Gregory Procopio | Year Posted 2011
One small room over the bar, and grill,
is where she calls home, with hardly any frills.
Sleeping all day, her rest is a must,
working at night, a seducer of lust.
Skin tight pants, and those darling high heels,
her world begins at midnight, until.
Long blonde wig covering her radiant red hair,
always capturing the opposite stare.
Nineteen came a long time ago,
now the years are beginning to show.
A marriage back then that failed so fast,
thankful no children were conceived from her past.
Afraid to go home, an out cast by now,
looks of disapproval followed by frowns.
Then a strange man came to call,
slightly older, beginning to bald.
A familiar look, she saw in his eyes,
then the tears came falling, as she began to cry.
Where have you been, and why did you leave,
he wrapped his arms around her, and said, I'm free.
I didn't want to hurt you, any more than I had,
my life was so messed up, and you were so sad.
I joined the service, and have been far away,
but now I'm back, with the money I've saved.
Please forgive me, for doing you wrong,
I was so young, and now I have grown.
I put you through hell, I know I have,
it took me so long, to realize what life is about.
Discipline I learned, and how to say no,
twenty years of regret, I want you to know.
Come with me today, I still love you so,
our past is something, only we will know.
A new life somewhere, far from this place,
let me take care of you, for the rest of our days.
Made up poem...
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007