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Ode to Winter

Light splashes in the eyes and vibrate
My heart to a rich ecstatic state
Joy is the only bird in the leaden sky
Calling the winds to choir on high
And I in the crystal world spin and spin
Till shards of snow caress the face
Like a pillow from scraps of watery tin
And all green and all colors erased.

                        Cast back the old belief of isolation
                        Of wintry purgatory and grief, jubilation
                        Is a white sheet of innocence here
                        The sinner like a diamond in the air
                        Frost symbol of death, and Lewis hopelessness
                        Shall not sing my song without regret
                        I take a different motif for my symbolic crest
                        The beginning of the pain I now forget.

Let Persephone sleep, my Yalda is here
The white breast of her flesh my pear
And I a child in a new womb of innocence
Drink of pure light and devote my sense
To leaps of faith from promise to spring
The eternal moment when season shall keep
Ivory joys before the bright immortal king
Just like a seed of winter vacating sleep. 

Copyright © L'nass Shango

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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty

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Just a Girl

Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,
I can see her in this window, but I see no door
Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,
Has every intention never to feel it again
I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost
All I know is this shell, for it's all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,
I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong
Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt
At a moment with no warning, without any clue
I was losing my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,
There is no pretty picture left for me to paint
This girl on the floor, in this empty room
Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there
Dried up with my soul, the time is clear
Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes
To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door
I wanted to save the girl on the floor
As I neared and inched to her close
She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise
I heard the laughter of girls and of boys
With that came a voice of peace and of grace
She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain
She was the broken me, but now I am strong again

Copyright © Katee Surface

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A Breath of Time

In youth we shared a breath of time
I cherish yet today.
The plans we made for life ahead
Would soon be underway.
The dreams we shared, those lofty dreams,
Were all within our reach;
As we both planned to sail away
To learn what time could teach.

Then time took on a quickened pace,
It hastened more and more.
Our hopes and dreams became the wings
To lift our hearts and soar.
When they took flight they carried us
Away from all we knew,
And in a fleeting breath of time
I sailed away from you.

I drifted aimless out to sea,
Alone and cast aside,
While everything I’d ever known
Was swallowed by the tide.
I rode the waves, withstood the storms
And cursed the loathsome cost.
I thought I’d wander evermore
Without the love I lost.

Then time allowed another chance
That cold and stormy night,
When I returned to captured scenes
Of whence we first took flight.
To see us there, embraced by time,
In moments fond and dear,
Rekindled embers of the bond
That haunted me each year.

We cannot know the yet to be,
The yesterdays slipped by;
But we can grow in love and hope
And by our faith we’ll fly.
So take my hand and join me now,
Let’s learn what God has willed;
For in this fleeting breath of time
Our dreams can be fulfilled.

Copyright © Jim Fish

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Ode to Joy

Like morning light break forth of eastern skies
And astound with beauty the waking eyes
So did my heart before you rose to praise
A seraph in the nectar of flesh, May's
Brightest bloom in the garden of gladness
The purest form of earth's bare loveliness.
To you, O joy, O let me sing
Let me tell of love first coming.

Awake the woodland choir for my song
Awake the primal hour of spring's soft throng
Awake the lark not yet on wing
Awake the world, an anthem bring
Of praise, of praise to beauty, praise
To the sweet rainbow of our days

Sweet fragments make the rainbow bloom aloft
Light splintered is yet in beauty so soft
And whole, the healing balm of my parched soul
Each little wonder a stair a bright stair
A garden of glory on heaven's scroll
I climb to suck the breast of worship here
I seek your worth and find God there
Uplifting me from mortal care

Inside the tabernacle of the soul
Wild and dusty, the dry harmattans roll
And every tender tree gasping for rain
Beheld sapphire arid sky and pray in vain
The pearly cumulus would sable turn
Where on the eye pivots the graceful tern
And then so suddenly you came
The phoenix of another name

Too deaf the deft pianist fingers toll
His litany your virtue to extol
You the image's bone transformed, transcend
All that desire loves and love declares right
Eden's broken wings yet make praise ascend
As prayers in the fluid light, a flight
Of rapture, leaving silent stars
And earth's tumult to jealous wars

Nothing but you, and you alone exist
O sacred symphony of heaven's bliss
And all earth shambles fore you fall again
To rise in your glory a better tale
The joy of beggining the end of pain
Lighthouse eternal, love that cannot fail
Sweet still the night aglow parades
Yet star like flowers morning fades  

Morning melted into mist, grass perspired
In the cool, leaves transpired droplets of bliss
The rainbow my thoughts like heaven attired
Beauty its providence hasten to kiss
Time had divinity at its leafed door
And seas and rivers in long triumph roar
The rhythm of earth so to begin
To break the carnal rule of sin.

Copyright © David Smalling

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Ode To A Desert Rose

Ode to a Desert Rose

Hiding in her desert place
There lives a desert rose
Not much water   little rain
Yet on and on she goes...

Day to day she shows her face
To those who can not see
All her beauty hides the pain
And tears that set her free...

Still there's One who shed His grace
Upon this desert rose
Always with her shall remain
Because her heart He knows.

by~deborah burch©
posted 3/29/2012

*(In dedication to Andrea: Welcome Back)

Copyright © Deborah Burch

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Down The Long Hall, Ode to "In The Long Hall" by Hayden Carruth

Believing his tapestry would never 
be fixed he tried to keep the small part 
under him together. As he held the last 
bit of tapestry together, he saw a light 
which was blinding at first but then turned 
to a soft glow in which he saw a man. 
A man with a scruffy beard and a nice suit 
standing in front of the window came over 
and held down the unraveled ends of 
his tapestry and so he was able to weave. 
Even though his tapestry was in shambles 
he kept on weaving with this man who 
amazingly kept all the unraveled ends 
of his tapestry down. He slowly but surely 
was fixing the tapestry and soon he didn’t 
need this mans help but asked the man to 
watch over him while he kept weaving. 
Later the man whispered something 
to him and then said he’d always 
be there. Then he walked away.
After the man left he always thought 
of him and decided to follow what 
the man had whispered in his ear. Because 
of what the man had whispered to him 
that was all he needed to live the rest of his life 
in peace, in faith, in order.

Copyright © Archie Chaffin

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First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????

Copyright © Balbir Singh

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The Power of Love

Love you are powerful
your power is so strong
every one bows to you
every lover seek you
every human need you 
in their life to be happy

Just a touch of your hand
can heal a wounded soul
your gentle voice soothes
the ache and pain of a shattered life
sometimes your flame can burn and bruise
but your tenderness is a balm that cures and mends the broken

No one can escape from your embrace
you keep stirring and raging
till your demands are followed
you melt and soften the hardest heart
and warmed it again after feeling cold for so long

You treat everyone alike whatever their stature in life
be they king or slave, master or servant, rich or poor
they feel the same emotions under your shadow
your beguiling ways and beauty ensnares
the timid, the bold, the proud and faint hearted

You bewitch and put them under your spell
and make them follow you wherever you lead
you are fair and just and knows no differences
you cross social boundaries of color and religion
and merge them together under your wings

Love you are a gift of life 
that spring from the beginning of time and creation
you are divine and eternal and forever
ever blooming like a rose in all seasons
in the garden of life that dwells in the heart

You bring joy and beauty to life
by giving meaning and purpose to existence
everything fades away but not you
you are ever present to give hope
your light shines and burns eternally

You are a beacon that beckons
every wanderer who are lost in this journey
and every seeker who tries to pursue you
your path leads to all the the riches of life
that only the heart knows and understands

Whoever have you in his life
has found the real treasure
that material things can never replace
you are the essence of life the core of every being
love how can one live without you?

Copyright © Nudershada Cabanes

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To My Rapist

           Fragment images illumined
                  A hostile sight of no mercy
           Found no escape, I was destined
                  A scheme of darkest scenery
                          Entrapped with hugs and kisses - sour
                          A final dot of final hour.

            If you have mercy set me free
                   Still a captive of disgrace
            A minor holding no degree
                    You wasted with a proudly face
                           How could you close the door and left me?
                           Thinking okay, ignoring my plea

             What a view to see you dying
                     A soulful music to my ears
              Is it really satisfying
                     When dignity's stolen with fears?
                            My life has been a poor attempt
                            To live away with your contempt.

Copyright © Arden Gopela

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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!

Copyright © Eiken Laan

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Tomorrow is a mystery,
future isn't sure.
Tomorrow is killing me,
victory isn't pure.

Have got so much to give
but don't know what I would get.
Tomorrow has got me pensive,
tomorrow's pregnancy is a threat.

Will tomorrow be bright?
as I sleep and say goodnight?
Will tomorrow shine?
Will it be just fine?

Life is a crazy ride
but still make it a pride.
Live for today and hope for tomorrow
and hopefully meet a day to follow.

*Sammy Kyle*

Copyright © adedayo samuel

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My very nice poem

Linky is really cool
He teaches at a school

Linky has swag
but he does not brag

Linky is the best
So we do well on the test

Copyright © jsalkefn sgsgsrg

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Happy birthday

And then some

And filled
 with forgiveness. 

You may never know
How much i love ya!

Stone soup
& antipasto

To you i say
good day

good night 
Food fight 
Hasta mañana!

Copyright © Merle Manu

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Ode 2 My Poetry

Why can’t I do it how I want to do it?
Been told my rhymes are simplistic at best
I may violate pentameter but I write what I like
Why must it pass some journal’s vapid test?

Behind a block of writer’s I’ve been hiding
Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus
Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore
Only to be chastened and abused

There’s elegance found in concise expression
Saying all the world in just a line
No matter that I know this I belabor all my thoughts
Create an elegy for elegance in time

Onomatopoeia is my best friend
And alliteration waltzes through my dreams
Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head
Demanding that they be released in streams

And after I have done what I have done here
Exposed my heart by opening my head
I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words
And get rejection letters in their stead

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
I promise it won’t be a trite conceit
You say my writing’s convoluted, so, I strive to simplify it
Then you call my writing sophomoric and cheap

Yet still my writing exists, remonstrating
That whether it be ballad or blank verse
It should be able to do just exactly what it feels like
And it finds you and your editing, perverse

It says it does not care if it is published
Doesn’t want you to consider it profound
For if you did then it might accidentally be common
And make cool people like me put it down

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
At the very least try to be noncommittal

Copyright © Mari Roberts

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You Are Nature---I love you

There are traces of the sun In your smile Sparkle of the stars In your eyes Intriguing hint Of foxy guile That makes me pause And realize That your tears are like Springtime rain Walnut brown eyes wide As Montana skies Your breath the zephyr Of the mountain pass Breast a nest for hummingbirds And cold Heart rimmed with ice Attitude both bad and good As changeable as the weather Hale and hard as hickory wood And hardy as the heather If all the heavens beauty could be Conjoined in one solid mass Twould be as hard as flint could be Yet both soft as meadow grass …You are Nature… I love you

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic

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The Dark Continent

Why is Africa the dark continent?
Is it the skin, but this is skin-deep…
Is it the hope, which by faith we keep? 
Is it the future, which we cannot see,
Or is it the label 
That was given unfortunately?

When we in Africa
Look up at the bright blue sky
We see the hope and glory
In eyes about to die

When we in Africa
Live in poverty
We rely on Help that sets us free
To eternal wealth

When we in Africa
Get sick, we pray for God to heal
And our singular and faithful appeal
Sees many miracles

When we in Africa 
Look at the world’s philosophy
Of smut and grime and flesh sublime
We are happy to be poor

When we in Africa 
Pray for our brothers’ keep
We sink peacefully into our restful sleep
As worries do not keep us up

When we in Africa 
Are pitied by the nations
As they build their careers in grimy subway stations
We pray for them

For the poor will be blessed
As the wide road gives you rest
But rest assured
You may be lured
To the (eternal) darkest continent!

Copyright © Daniel Human

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The farmer's hope

So, as here we stand
On a fire-baked land,
We look towards the horizon
In hope of a cloud

A cloud of hope
The bringer of life
As the parched earth
Glints like a knife
In the rapid stab
Of poverty’s grab

Looking upon the horizon,
Looking up with hope
As the brown thirsty grasses
And grey bushes
In search of moisture
Deeply rooted would grope

And the dust-devils stand
Like pillars in this land
Like chimneys red and hot
On lands that have not
Not a drop of water
Not a glimmer of hope

As the heat mirage shimmers
And the baked clay glimmers

There is always hope

Copyright © Daniel Human

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A cup of cold tea
A hungry dog begging for attention
A crying baby
Flower petals begin to bloom

Copyright © Cheree Scott

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Pink Pink Pink

Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.

Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.

Copyright © cecil hickman

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The love of our lives

I will bring the world to your feet
I will not be discreet 
I will say it out loud 
I will erase all the cloud
Make it a bright shiny day
In a month of May 
Sweet gentle breeze 
I will be at your arms 
You will kiss my eyelids
We shall fall asleep 
Dream of a perfect life 
The love of our lives 

Copyright © ashek rahaman

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Ode To Joy Of Changing Seasons

Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees

We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days
March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves
We will float into warm days and beauty of  spring with ease
Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas

Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas
Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
These wonderful times_joy of longer days
Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze

But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease
Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees
These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze
Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
These times are wonderful long sunny days

But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves
Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
How thankful that we have those great peas
Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days

No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read
All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries
Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Copyright © ARFA KHAN

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Ode to Luna

The moon shines bright when human beings sleep
And fairies sprinkle moon dust on the earth
They try to cease the mournful ones who weep
They charm, enchant, entice those ones to mirth

Before the evening star gives up her throne
And blue moons disappear from the night sky
We only watch and have to wait alone
Until the grandiose sun shall arise

But I prefer the nighttime dim and dark
For Luna works her magic charms on me
I sit and watch the pigeons in the park
Before the sunlight strikes a mark on me

I pray for those lost souls who are afraid
Please, Luna, give them what they need and aid.

Copyright © Alvin Thomas Ethington

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An ode to the Unsung Angels

Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries.  I dedicate this  to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures  and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary.

You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start, to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart. No words or action suffice to thank you enough, You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough. Your tips, guidance opinion and advice, are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price. You can never be thanked enough, You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough. To work without you is sure as hell, In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell. To work with you is a real pleasure, Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure. You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us, You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny’s bus. In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines, You execute work with precision by all means. In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see, And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree. Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare, Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care. We really appreciate your kind and generous ways, The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays. You are always there to be a part of a team, And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone’s “dream”. You come to my mind when I think of sharing, You come to my mind when I think of appreciating You come to my mind when I think of giving You come to my mind when I think of forgiving On this occasion would like to thank you once more, For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore. Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light, And it’s because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..

Copyright © sashi prabhu

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May you

May you gently tender whatever surrounding you
As your mother tenders you  

May you generously give whoever in want 
As you are given by beloved ones 

May you patiently enlighten whoever innocently unaware  
As you are clearly enlightened by reverend mentors

May you bountifully assist whoever helpless 
As you are secretly assisted by unknown people 

May you wisely share the happiness with whoever never met before 
As you are well hospitalized by every warm but uninvited party

May you thoughtfully apportion the sorrow with whoever mourning 
As you are wholeheartedly comforted by uninvolved others 

May you always fill in others' shoes
As others tolerate you

May you always know the stamina 
As Sun never fails to rise 

May you always known the docility
As timely rain damps the thirsty soil
May you always know the truth 
Suffer as people suffer 
Enjoy as people enjoy 

May you always know the best time 
To be strong 
To be mild 
To be firm 
To be acceptive 

Above all 
May you always know 
The one 
You should always extend your gratitude to

Copyright © Joseph Chen

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Ode to Race

I could write about the white man and everything he’s done or I could write about the black man and all the victories he’s won I could write about a person of every stereotype but thats just a hype and judgings not right I could write about racism and all the civil wars or I could write about a place where hate is no more I could write about a place where all individuals are not solely based on ancestral residuals No more colors, races, or creeds, Just helping our neighbors with everything they need This is the Dream that Dr. King had, To stop looking at skin color, would that be so bad, I could write about how things will always stay the same, or I could write to make a difference, And be the one to start the Change

Copyright © Tasia Burns

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WHAT WE OWE GOD: An Eternal Debt of Praise

a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship

some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God

when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice

things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame

created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue

God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you

Copyright © louise nelson

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Your Return

When, my Lord, shall You return,
When , to calm my heart in burn?

For, ages, I have searched the skies,
And tears, I shed from aching eyes.

At every thunder roaring high, 
I hope to see the face of Thine.

At every lightning gleaming by,
I hope to meet You in the skies!

For, like a child away from home, 
And like a leaf amidst the storm,

I seek the path I lost, the way
That leads me home when I'm astray.

Copyright © Stenila Simon

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I Believe in God

I Believe in God
I believe in a higher power
I believe in that power to be greater than myself

I also believe in Jesus and what that means to the Christians 
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in the Buddha teachings and what that means to the Buddhists
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Allah and in the prophet Mohammad and what that means to the Islamics
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Hashem and what that means to the Jews
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

There are many other religions and many other faiths. There is no right or wrong each of us 
follows a path that is best suited for a purpose. We are here not to ridicule or judge others 
but to assist our brothers and sisters regardless of ones belief or faith.  We are spiritual 
beings having human experiences. As soon as we recognize and honor the integrity of each 
other our world will change.

Copyright © Ron Flatow