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Second Chance

As the never world awaits me, 
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake 

Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.

And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.

Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.

Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray

© N A Windle 2009

Copyright © nicholas windle

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Kind Feelings

Never got to say all I needed too..
Motionless words as this bird flew..

Now I look out my window to reach 
your mind..
I talk to the sky and send feelings
that are kind..

On a quiet night when your thoughts 
are clear..
Out your window they fly with no harm
or fear..

If you smile for no reason, I'll know why..
Maybe just a few have reached your eyes..

For PD's contest... The reason I picked this piece is because this past month I was able to hear from this lady for whom I wrote this piece about.. I emailed it to her and she was so grateful that I still cared enough to write for her..It gave us closer and helped us both realize why we are better where we are now... love doesn't stop it just gets transformed into a better friendship...

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico

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The Harmony of Percieving Colors (The Conclusion to Brians Contest)

All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me

The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways

The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease

Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white

Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion

Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality

For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight

To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free

Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel

I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold

Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony

Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach

Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord

Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will

It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him

In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease

Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"

Copyright © Deborah Burch

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Yesterday's Rain~

Today I wondered about the rain.... ....I wanted it to rain again The beauty of a chopped up sea Cobalt turquoise harmony Warm winds blow indigo Cirrus Thunder crashes intensely furious Golden skies mixed crimson setting West I admire rain-clouds shedding I miss that smell of rain and sea With loud cracks of lightening~ Gems rolling against the sand Treasures kept ....cupped in a hand Walking along a wondrous fate Losing my spirit ....I learned to hate Focusd on a thought or a specific date I felt sad have lost my mate Finding myself in a storm cloud made An impermeable will and internal shade I've finally met the marvelous Sea Stepping along the beach with me.... Had I stayed in my own little storm Completely compelled to die or conform I would not have come to realize... yesterdays rain... ...cannot touch today's skies
By Jane Bowen Copyright 2009

Copyright © Jane Bowen

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My Testimony In Verse

I thought one day that I would surely die, But that was before Jesus, heard my despairing cry. I knew that only He would have the answer, For that dread disease we know as cancer. I fell down at His feet and started praying, Knowing He would hear what I was saying. I said dear Lord, a sinner I have been, And something happened in my life just then. I prayed from a broken heart that I wouldn't leave life lost, That He would save my soul regardless of the cost. He cleansed my heart making it white as snow, Now ever onward in His name I'll go. He healed my body making it good as new, Because He had a job for me to do. The job He gave for me to do that day, Was to witness to the lost along life's way. He took the tongue that I so long abused, And gave me in its place a tongue unused. He placed sweet peace and joy within my sinful heart, Causing me to wish I'd known Him from the start.

Copyright © Tom Wright

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Beacon of Light

Fear not the violent storm
I am comfort safe and warm

Treasure all you hold so dear
Taste the memory of a falling tear

Never forget things of the past
Let their wind fill your mask

Hold your course steady and true
Be the person I see in you

Through out your journey never fear
Know in your heart that I am near

Never more than a  whisper away
I'll always hear what you pray

I am the beacon, "The beacon of light"
Guiding you through this stormy night

I realize you are tired and sore
Come maroon your ship up on my shore

And after this storm has had its way
Tomorrow will be a much nicer day

A day for you to sit and write
Of the comfort found in a, "beacon of light"

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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The Doggone Dog Contest


Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”

Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow

So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth 
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt

While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed

Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool

Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!

My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die

No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see

I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick

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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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Our Lords Plight

This poem covers the greatest story ever told
Greater than all the kings and all their gold
This story will bring about deep reflection
Starting with the Immaculate Conception
Of all the stories this is the greatest of all
A complex child born in a simple stall
Quickly the news covered the land
A virgin would be Gods right hand
Inside of her womb a God to a son
Imagine this story has just begun
Everyone knew this child was born to design
Just open your heart and look for the sign
 Harrod was driven by fear of not being so great
The first-born son was Harrods fate
Jesus escaped the King and awaited the call
To become the greatest glory of all
This is my master this is our Lord
He is the wielder and we are the sword
He chose his disciples of simple men
Hear tell one was straight out of the pen
The Pharisees called on Pilot the king
At the end he said, “I wash my hands of this thing”
I wonder if when Pilot stepped up to the gate
Jesus washed his hands to seal Pilots fate
Or if he opened his arms to welcome him in
Forgiving Pilot of all of his sins
We took our Lord then nailed him to the cross
As far as humanity that was our greatest loss
But through all the loss just look at the gain
Bought by our Lord through sacrifice and pain
Over 2000 years after this child was born
He came to the prison to make my heart warm
Gave me a gift then our Lord set me free
I reckon the rest would be up to me
As you dress up the tree and hang up the lights
Think of the story of our Lords plight

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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Coming Back

Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to 
express what was going on at the time.

The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.

Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.

The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...

I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.

They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
And disengage.

I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking, 
It feels like a smack.

I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.

There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.

You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
Our anniversary,
I know I missed.

I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.

I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.

I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.

Copyright © Parker Dellinger

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Those Thoughts (extended version)

Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.

You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"

Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.

You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"

But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!

They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.

You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.

It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.

The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.

The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.

There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!

If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.

Copyright © Brandee Augustus

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God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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A Heritage No Man Can Sell

A heritage no man can sell,
a history no man can tell;
so much we share in Jesus' band,
nothing to fear, in storms we stand.

To lordly things we are kindred,
mansions of gold, pure and sacred;
to endless beam, to saintly streams,
to heaven's gaze and holy hymns. 

Our dreams are shaped eternaly
by faith and love in God's alley;
no baser thought our spirit fills,
as we approach heavenly hills. 

We who are born of Christ Jesus,
Hallelujah is our chorus;
pilgrims we are, on earth we roam,
yet pressing on to our glorious home.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite

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Journey to Forgiveness

Removed by author

Copyright © FJ Thomas

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a promise of a rose

everybody knows a dead beat dad
someone full of promises things yet to be had
everybody has a loser for a lover
what you see in them we have yet to discover
everybodys been put up and suddenly let down
and still you hold on to that imaginary clown
everybody feels what you felt and left
and you defend that dead beat unto the last breath
always believing the promise of the rose
is not just believing but knowing one knows
to some the promise of the rose is better than the rose

Copyright © John Loving III

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The importance of humans is something they teach
Looking at Cosmos, Earth is a grain of sand on the beach
If Earth is just a grain of sand,
Then what is the size and importance of Man?

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith

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Where Is The Blame

                                                   Where is the blame...
                                        When teardops fell just the same...

                                           Pointing fingers in the darkness...
                                          Only spreads a sheet of sadness...

                                    I never left, only walked backwards away...
                                Then you were small like a flower of yesterday...

                                  We faded like to two sunsets across one sky...
                          We both pushed tomorrow away as hard as we can try...
                           The tide of pain washed in and pulled us far out to sea...
                   Where we tumbled and drowned in a love that wasn't meant to be...

                               I could stand now and say I'm sorry till the end of time...
                         But you deserved more then a partime lover who only rhymes...

                                                      Where is the blame...
                                                        We both can see...
                                       Yesterday and today it's always on me...

                                                 ~dedicated to an old friend~

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico

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Time to release

When boys take arms to protect and serve
They only think about, can I make the curve

The cause is just but, do I have the nerve,
hearing all the veterans talk and I observe

They speak of pride and honor, doing what's right
and I ask them "how many did you kill in that fight"

Then, as a silence takes hold of all the noise,
these men stare in silence, like long lost boys

They say "war is a hell, where good men die"
and behind hollow stares, some of them cry

He was a Hero, they say speaking of a friend
knowing he had their back to the bitter end.

Know he sits all alone in a crowded bar,
drinking to forget, staring at a bronze star

Promises that he made to men in graves,
flow in all his thoughts, like endless waves

Why was I the one that survived that day,
they had wives and children to watch at play

I'm home now, with all pieces of me in disarray 
42 years, since I kissed the ground in the USA

no star to show but, in pieces like their friend
I carry promises made, as I try to make amends 

I think, with all of life's burdens, it's OK if I drown
God says, "I'll take all burdens, just put them down"

Copyright © Tom Larrow

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Not Enough

It is so I'm not rich with no money to burn
It is true I have no assets or profits to turn

It is only all of me I have to offer and give 
It is with this though you could not live

It is then I was told that it is not enough
It is what made wanting to go on pretty tough

It is in those words causing such hauntings untold
It is not enough shattered my heart and crushed my soul

It is not enough to hear what you had to say
It is even worse letting you go as you walk away

It is still in the shattered pieces of my heart you know
It is there my love for you that will truly never let go

Copyright © Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson

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Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp Contest Entry

No longer beckoning to my enemies.
Pain and deceit are just memories.
No longer sitting on my stark throne of lies
Luring days of treachery have gone awry. 
Rediscovered my soul, oh the precious gift!
Death of regrets, I beseech to be swift.
My heart and my truth are selflessly mending,
I am hale and hearty, my own happy ending.

**inspired by the poem, A Happy Ending 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.

Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.

Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful, 
and get on my knees to pray.

He said to trust in His mercy, 
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice, 
of His words I take heed.

For Christ is The Bread from Heaven, 
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.

The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.

Christ has risen, 
Yes, it's true! 
Through Him, all things 
have been made new!

There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday

Copyright © Ellen Fahey

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Il Ne Suffit Pas


Il ne suffit pas de te pardonner.

     (It is not enough to forgive you)

Il ne suffit pas de me pardonner.

     (It is not enough to forgive me)

Parce que tu m’as trompé.

     (Because you cheated on me)

Parce que je t’ai trompé.

     (Because I cheated on you)

Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.

     (Both of us, we made mistakes)

Alors, il faut se pardonner.

     (Therefore we must forgive each other)


Il ne suffit pas de t’excuser.

     (It is not enough to excuse you)

Il ne suffit pas de m’excuser.

     (It is not enough to excuse me)

Ça ne sert à rien de t’accuser.

     (It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse you)

Ça ne sert à rien de m’accuser.

      (It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse me)

Il y a de quoi de nous accuser.

      (There is reason to accuse us both)

Ça vaut mieux de nous excuser.

      (It's better to excuse us both)


Il ne suffit pas de dire «je t’aime».

     (It's not enough to say "I love you")

Il ne suffit pas de dire «tu m’aimes».

     (It's not enough to say "you love me")

Il faut continuer de se pardonner

      (We must continue to forgive each other)

Et s’empêcher de s’accuser.

      (And restrain ourselves from accusing each other)

Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.

      (Both of us, we made mistakes)

Mais quand même il faut qu’on s’aime.

       (However, we must love each other)

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

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Soul sisters

"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "

Two soul sisters knew at once
That they were kindred spirits, under the sun

After too many moons, hanging by ropes,
They breathed in life and sparkled with hope

Till somehow they let their friendship flutter away -
Like dandelion wisps on a gray, windy day

The loss, like a stone, in their hearts' homes,
But each too proud, to let the other one know


Received 6th place in  “I Fancy Another Sad Poem” Contest

Copyright © Black Eyed Susan

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They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12

Copyright © Sabina Nicole

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Your Arms Around Me

Your Arms Around Me

Put your arms around me, hold me 'till I feel safe
From the fears that hound me and hide their evil face.

Let me feel your body, so warm while holding mine,
Until I can not see the fears that steal this time.

Let me feel you breathing,in symphony with me
Releasing all the pain, that longs to be set free.

Put your arms around me, and feel the stitching start
Each beat, that's resounding, will heal this broken heart.

by~Deborah Burch©


Copyright © Deborah Burch

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The Butterfly Jinn

One jinn butterfly flew on his wings three wishes lay.
One wish was for true beauty to grace forms caste of clay.

For though all things are beautiful, their mind doeth say neigh
And discord comes when envy vies and jealousy doest play.

And once man’s reached reality as to truth he’s reborn
The butterfly in me would wish true kindness would form.

Kindness, so that none would hurt another and fear be allayed,
kindness for each and every day, so anger and hatred are kept at bay.

The third and final wish my jinn butterfly would carry
Would be forgiveness when in weakness good men do tarry.

Each of us like the butterfly feel trapped ‘tween the glass
Praying to fly free before our glory days have passed.

**In Arabic, a genie (also jinn, jinni, djinni, from Arabic jinni) is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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Child of the night

Passed by on the street with a glance or a stare.
Forgot in a moment; Why would I care?

Roaming the night feeling your soul bleed.
Always alone with your shame and your need.

Shying away from the suns warm glow.
A wounded child unable to know.

The glorious flower hiding inside.
Yearning to burst with color and pride.

Who tends the garden sowing the seed?
Feeding and trimming and tending all need.

With his love and his word the flower will bloom.
Glorious color bursting forth from the gloom.

Unto the sky the flower will raise.
Full of joy, full of laughter, full of praise.

                       Copy write 2011 
                       Russell H Smith 

Copyright © Russell Smith

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The sound of light

The sound of true light ringing in your ears                                                                     nothing to fear from the reapers that are here                                                                   Not superstitious but for whom it tolls is true                                                                     listen clearly and then you will see too                                                                            Angels singing like the cricket's melody                                                                         Glory to God in the highest a symphony                                                                        Peace on earth good will towards men                                                                   Piercing to the joints and marrow the Amen                                                                   word's that formed you and I from on high                                                                        in the valley of decision let them come nigh

Copyright © John Beam

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Swimmin' in the Soup of Love

The ocean’s wide the ocean deep 
and in the soup the turtle sleep.

Some live on land and we know that is true,
then we call them tortoise, land lubbers like you.

They been around a long, long, time
longer than man and their extinctions a crime!.

Some like their soup salty some like it plain
so, the ones in lakes we call terrapin. 

All of us came from the soup of the sea,
we all have shells though no turtles be we.

Like turtles when scared tend to pull in their heads
hiding like children deep under the bed.

All the lessons here seems very clear
be kind to all creatures in the Soup we have here.

Don’t pull in your neck, stick it right out
For the love of each heart here is what Soup’s about.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi