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Details | Sestina | |

When Madness Rides on Moonlight

Days pass into weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh's brush, as he links.
Comets twist cypresses, a schizophrenic's concussion.
On and on, wind twirls the trees, and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos cringe waiting reciprocation.
Lightning bugs mimic the stars. Atoms sneer.

Those who spout love, friendship abandon him, sneering.
Their images dance beneath his lids, when he blinks.
Though denied a compass, his soul does not reciprocate.
Through pain, physical and mental, he connects-links-
with life which absorbs and excludes, not complaining.
Nights pass without mistress, Sien. His mind concusses.

His face trembles, torn by the sounds of storm's concussions.
The butcher, baker, candlestick-maker, all of them sneer. 
Unmerciful, this cycle, this God to whom he does not complain.
If lack of mercy is just, may he not know why? Time blinks.
Thinking causes pain. Painting connects him and he links.
He accepts art and the pain, as gifts, no reciprocation.

Voices, the paint, the moon, the voices say reciprocate.
He chases mice. The cheese plate falls with a concussion.
He rubs gnarled hands across his lids. He maintains the link. 
How? Why? But, the mice eating his cheese only sneer.
The sunflowers shimmer and wiggle in their vase; he blinks.
Stumbling, he falls trying to sit, the chair does not complain.

He thought God clear as sunlight; yet, the paint complained. 
Not God; he could not capture light. He must reciprocate.
After all, he was a mere man, ashes to dust; life blinks.
Ah death, le grand mal, considered- no minor concussion,
He must escape, join the celestial spin, avoid their sneers;
sick, yes, sick to death of not being understood, not linking.

The brushes-he prostitutes himself. Linseed spills, touches linking.
Theo, brother, never would forgive. Many others would complain.
Ah, Gauguin, His dear friend, he would understand and not sneer.
If God was truly loving, he thought; God will not reciprocate.
The mockers did not live in Dante’s nine levels of hell's concussions;
they will call him coward. They did not live between the blinks.

Gifted bright hues, the link to sun and moon, lost without reciprocation.
Complaining no more to sky, as each cerebral pulse brings concussion.
Blood twines at his feet. No longer would they sneer at Sien. Vincent blinks.




Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

"THERE HE WAS HOLDING HIS HAND OUT"

My voice=
God, can I hold your hand and go with you?

"Gods voice"
My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion are what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.

My voice=
Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. 
Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord.
Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door.
I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? 
Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? 
Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’.  Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

"Gods voice" 
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.

My voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray right?

"Gods voice"
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else.  
At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.

My voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

"Gods voice"
Getting right with me has brought you here!

My voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father
Can I see them? My Daughter, Mothers, and Sisters~

by;PD


Details | Blank verse | |

THE WHEEL HAS COME FULL CIRCLE

What goes up must come down. 
No colors can define who you are. 
You may own a cart or limousine. 
We'll still reach the end when it is near. 
I may be poor today and eat from trash. 
Tomorrow, you can't tell. I'll earn some cash. 
The bed where you lie is soft and wide. 
I sleep at a sidewalk and the stars are my lamp. 
You wake up each morn' with a feast on your table 
While we are scavenging to fill stomachs when we're able. 
Our destiny isn't written in the stars. 
We work for a living to thrive in this life. 
Be thankful every morning you witness the sun 
And pray tonight that no one lives same as I. 
Wheels come in full circle,rolling round and round. 
Today you'll be on top, 
I am watching from the ground. 
Let us bear in our minds that we are better than birds. 
Our loving Father ensures each mouth is fed. 
Not even the smallest details can pass by His eyes. 
So plant a seed of kindness and reap a better life. 



sponsor:FRANK H.

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Details | Sestina | |

When Madness Rides on Moonlight

Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links.
Comets trail snowfields of light pass agonized cypresses, schizophrenic concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos cringe awaiting reciprocation.
Lightening bugs mimic the starlight, atoms sneer.

Those who spout love and friendship abandon him sneering.
Their images dance beneath his half closed lids, when he blinks.
Though denied visual compass, his soul does not reciprocate.
Through pain, physical and mental, palpable pain, he still links,
with the life which has both absorbed and excluded him not complaining.
Night passes without his mistress, Sien. His mind writhes, eternal concussion.

His torn visage trembles with the brass sounds the storm's ranting concussions.
The butcher, the baker the candlestick maker, derides and sneers. 
How unmerciful is this cycle, this God to whom he does not complain?
And, if indeed, lack of mercy is just, may he not know “Why?” Time blinks.
Just the act of thinking causes pain. Only painting connects him to the link.
He must accept both the pain and the art as gifts, choosing not to reciprocate.

Voices always the voices, the paint, the moon, the voices, reciprocate.
He chases the mice. The cheese, pewter plate and all, falls with concussion.
He rubs the backs of gnarled hands across his lids, maintaining the link. 
“How? Why?" But, the mice eating his cheese grimace and sneer.
Inside the cottage sunflowers shimmer and wiggle in vases, as he blinks.
Stumbling, he falls in an attempt to sit, the insubstantial chair does not complain.

He had thought God clear, clear as sunlight, yet the damn paint Lord! complained. 
He was Not God, and try as he would, the light escaped. He MUST reciprocate.
After all who was he, but a mere man, ashes to dust, life blinks.
“Ah death…le grand mal…no minor concussion,”
He must escape this mortal coil, join the celestial spin without their sneers.
Sick, he was sick, yes, sick to death of not being understood, no link.


Details | Quatrain | |

No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.


Details | Narrative | |

"Sacred Season"

A dream

To hear the whippoorwills' sad urgent  call
I was very glad when I was a lad
But now twilight nearing new season's fall
My Essence of truth my consciousness calls

My tears being not of my former years
For sake of humans I now turn my cares
As compassion of true identity
From sacred place calls from infinity
 
Within unlimited aspects' of me
A great white throne in the distance I see
Around sacred bend a familiar friend
Silhouette of me as my God I see

No more desirous of earth's vain glory
The mind's wilderness of exploratory
History recedes illusions of me
My ego thoughts I just had to be

Totality of Love I see as me
Enter into God's synchronicity
I now see my God as I now see me
As sacredness of the reality
 
As Sacredness calls a new season's fall
Recesses the former whippoorwills' call
As new life calls I now realize it all
New life is in the  Sacred Season's Fall

Mystified as I liquefied I cry
As in spirit of love quite high I fly
Above consequences life's  densities
As spiritual tears replace human fears

1-12-10


Details | Rhyme | |

Answer Me This

My life surpassed, fades long, yet fast
(Below the dirt, my coffin's cast)
Despite how deep, however vast
I'll dwell inside that vacant mass
It's only He that understands,
The One that gave me Poet's hands
So tell me please, if you can-
How from dust arose a Man?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

POVERTY DEFINES TRUE WEALTH

written 25th Oct 2013


I don't know if human's will ever see
 every soul born, is right where it's meant to be
For the rich to become the richest
 there has to be a place for the poorest

The entire world is built up from the same level of dirt
 each soul is born without knowledge to cause hurt
Humanity teaches us what a human's life is worth, by money and glory
 I am to believe "all lives are priceless, every soul fit's to tell Earth's story

The luckiest to be born, is that of a poor man
 he learn's the treasures, of "everything he can
Those born into all riches, have no true understanding of "richness
 seeing us not as human's, but those living in poverty "as an illness

Love start's from the soul, and from there, it is taught to grow
 the rich find another kind of love, one only brought with dough
Love, trust, compassion and grace, defining the difference in richest and wealth
 t'is the beggar off the street, who climbs the toughest road to earn his wealth 

He is the most blessed man, he is rewarded with the most valuable key
 for his wealth, is humanly "uncountable, for only God know's the value of he...




Details | Acrostic | |

Wise Men Still Seek Him Today

W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
 
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him.  It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. 
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
 
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! 
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
 
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.

H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
 
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You.  Will You accept this love?

For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE at FIRST SIGHT

Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

God Gave You a Second Chance

God Gave You a Second Chance
 Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be the end brought us closer than before. Always by your side loving, giving freely would now perhaps help spare your life adding color to your heart and soul.
The soul colored with Hope, Faith, and Love, the greatest being Love! I wonder have you given God what was expected for a second chance at life to color your heart and soul. Color determines the hearts purity and the soul’s condition. 
Souls are empty without love in the purest form; if you do not receive and give without fear, shame, or doubt!  From the outside looking in many colors of love surround your soul. I pray the love I give you understand the colors surrounding my heart and soul.
Love was holding you when death looked you in the face and love put death on hold! God and I give you Love. How do you face life and death now, with a heart and soul of vivid colors nourished by our love? God blessed us and we know what matters most. You now live your bucket list, God’s too.
Your list will end, mine too. Sharing with a loved one brings special meaning, understanding, and allows comfort taking away fear, pain, and panic. With unconditional love all’s shared. Colors of the soul glow, angels gather, and God gently lifts one unto himself. The guardian angels exit; slowly colors fade, a feeling passes the one left behind as the end has come. I imagine the colors of love in the heart and soul.
                                                                                                                                                             Debbie Knapp
		


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IM READY

Like a little child 
who's dirty and unclean
I've played in the mud 
chasing selfish dreams
Guess I never grew up
A game, was kick the can
But the years have blown by
Now it's time to face the Man
And I'm not ready..
God, I'm not ready!

Then He says to me
Red rover, red rover
Son, it's not to late
You still can come over
Repent and come home
Olly, olly in come free
Jesus gave his life
So that you can be with me

Bowed my head
Still dripping with mud
Took me, just as I am
Born again, covered in crud
Tug of war
Pulled me across His line
Jesus saves
And now He is mine
Oh, I am ready
God, I am ready!

*Jesus saves "Just As I Am" cleansing our soul, making us whole, 
giving us a heart to want to clean inside and out!

Date: 10-10-14


Details | Acrostic | |

FAITH IS A POWERFUL THING 1

Focus
All
Internal
Thoughts
Heavenward

Impossible
Situations

Are

Possible..
Overcoming
Worry,
Establish
Real
Faith (for)
Ultimate 
Living

The 
Hope
Is
Necessarily
God

1-11-15


Details | Free verse | |

Angel

 Hello love
I seen you there 
As I was walking through 
And I really must say 
You are the form of true beauty
As I whisper my prayers to God
I whispered for someone like you 
I see Him there in your eyes
If you take that chance on me 
I would fall to my knees for you
We could truly become something
 As the angels whisper in God's ear
I can see my future in  your eyes
We could be the start of something 
To last us a life time or two 
No doubt there are many who 
Want to get next to you 
I'm also sure you can pick 
And choose whomever you want 
You are classic beauty personified 
Angels were singing as God molded you 
God colored outside the lines this time  
Some would say you are the spark 
That lights up the fires within 
For God must have sent you to bring 
The light with you for all the world to see
I hear the angels sing as I look into your eyes
I could hold you in my heart for a lifetime or two
You are a dream coming into my life just for me
A tall glass of water on a parched throat you are
Can you tell me do you feel as I do ~ can you love me too !


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Stand by Me

Oh, do not tear your children from the breast,     
let the unity of earth and sky transform;
the errors made by ruthless men.
Raise-up the lives of young ones, yet, unborn
to clarity of mind so they may transcend.

Each nation, creed or gender bears some blame, 
Oh, do not tear our children from Thy breast.       
Surely, our souls can be reclaimed? 

Oh, do not toss your children from the nest     
for we have not our peace with nature made,
not accepted life on land or sea,
as equal in your loving cavalcade, 
until we do there is no fitting end.
With grace, we must accept we’re mere upstarts,
Oh, do not toss your children from the nest.      
Surely, we can reclaim your heart?

Oh, do not bury your children in protest,  
beneath the crusty skin of nightmares torn
discarded bits blood and bone
with all the rest of refuse over worn.
Relent, let us repent, let us ascend
for You are love and love is naught but kind.
Oh, do not bury your children in protest.     
Surely, you can free our hearts and minds?

Oh, do not close your ears to our sweetness.      
We’ll sing for You, our praise, our changed intent,
and to the stars our voices will arise, 
with those of bird and whale and wolf's lament.
All of life on earth we will befriend,
for only through diversity does life thrive.
Oh, do not close your ears to our sweetness.    
Surely, Creation minds our lives?

Oh, God please forgive our thoughtlessness. 
Your fields we’ll tend and skies return to blue
for our desire lays above
where all that’s pure of heart does stands in queue. 
Too soon our days on earth will end 
but then, in joy will we return to you.     

Oh, God please forgive our thoughtlessness. 
Surely, we will all return to You?

*Inspiration musing on...
[Shema Yisrael adonai eloheinu, Adonai echad-
Hear, O Israel: the Lord is our God, the Lord is One]
[I am the resurrection and the Light.]


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Finding Me

As I start on a quest finding self,
I must look very deep in my soul.
Here I will not find books on a shelf,
That will help me get close to my goal.

Clear I see as a child I was free
Brought to church I was taught God to love.
Where I walk tranquil streams follow me,
Down a path that would lead to above.

Twas my goal never wander away,
For my heart and my soul lived for God.
I would fall on my knees where I’d pray,
Knowing he was my staff and my rod.

Then a storm raged one day at my door,
I was angry at life’s awful turn,
All my faith it just crashed to the floor,
Now my hate strongly started to burn.

Blaming God never came to my mind,
Just my doubt had spread turmoil in me,
Now this dark hole inside made me blind,
All this hate in me screamed set me free.

Welcomed back like the prodigal son,
Jesus kissed all my sorrows away,
Wiped the tears I had shed dried each one,
I am saved by his grace every day.

As I end now this quest finding self,
I’m at peace and my spirit is free.
All my sins just like dust on a shelf,
Free to fly with these wings God gave me.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.06.2014
For Pendleton Arkwright’s Contest:
Anapest Trimeter


Details | Free verse | |

Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006




Details | Sonnet | |

Shadows Past Cont

Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity

Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember

I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give - 
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove


For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE

Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)





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The Christian I am not

I have been a Christian  for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of them all
Writing poetry that has made me feel appalled

I have coveted, lied, hated and stole
Indulged in adultery with an innocent sole
I have broken my family, and now live in separate homes
While writing perversions of my conquests in poems 

The thing that worries me, is that I feel nothing at all
This is what scares Sidney. C  Hall
I see the ten commandments almost all broken
Save for killing  no words of remorse that are spoken

Am I destined to a life burning  in hell?
As part of the masses with speeches that make heads swell
Denying God and not seeking his Grace
Awaiting the day to say “I have no excuse,” to his face

Or believing a lie that there is no forgiveness
And just going along my ungodly business
Ladies and Gentleman my soul is in turmoil
Sin runs through my veins causing my blood to boil

I say to myself Sid you need to change,
Then the next minute something take me out of range
But I feel nothing, so how can this scare me
If I feel nothing , why is fear in hell, I see

Could this be God preparing my final years
I hope and pray soaked in tears


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When One Has Learned

When One Has Learned When one has learned to laugh at life, find humor in its flaws, And realize that strife and stress are part of worldly laws… When one has learned to ride the crests of hopes by which to live, And thankfully accept and bless the joys that life does give. When one has learned to acquiesce with dreams that can’t come true, But listen closely to the cries of others dreaming too… When one has learned blue skies above are part of earthly days, A stepping stone to greater joy on Heaven's golden rays… When one has learned to enjoy life with grand reality, That life is but transition time to immortality… One will have earned serenity, sublime reward for faith. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place~ Contest: Interlocking Rhyme Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst Judged: 02/02/2014


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The Battle For Your Souil

There’s A Battle for Your Soul!

There’s a battle that continues to rage on.
It’s a battle for what’s right and wrong.

This is a battle that is fought for your soul.
It sets the course for what direction you will go.

This has continued since the beginning of time.
It’s a battle for the very souls of mankind.

God sought for man to have redemption.
He sacrificed his son.  
There was no exception!

Jesus Christ is alive and he is here!
He’s won the victory over death and fear!

Through HIM, the enemy is already defeated!
And through him, can a life truly be completed!

Why not allow HIM to bring you hope today?
And be encouraged by what he has to say!

Christ is Lord!  And knows the battle plan!
Won’t you reach out and take his hand?

With Christ in your life,
 your enemies shall disappear!
Because of his shed blood, victory is here!

All praise to God the father, spirit and son!
Because of Jesus!  The battle is already won!

By Jim Pemberton    12/05/14


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Heavens' Doorway

One day there was an accident, and to heavens gate I was called.
As an angel sat down beside me, upon the bed I had been put upon.
Such a shining warmth ensued as it held me in its thrall.
A thought from God proclaimed, “What with your life have you done?”
Then all of life fled past me, but not as I did expect to see it done.
For all I saw and felt were things I hadn’t known I had done, and yet…
So much pain inflicted to each, with such little words and thoughts.
I never would have known such power, by one person, could be wrought.
I bowed my head in shame at the pain I knew I could not undo, yet…
Suddenly, I found myself forgiven. Yes, TRULY it was true!
Hallelujah became my amazed and impassioned cry before him, that night!
His warmth had never wavered, nor even his illustrious, wonderful light.
How could he forgive me, someone as wretched and lowly as I?
And yet, he did… and so he changed my life from then on out. 
But low and behold he wasn’t yet done with me, or so my story goes…
He sent me back to my home again… it in comparison brought me low.
But he said my work lay uncompleted, so now I must go back…
He said to stay clean and I would blossom… What do you think of that?
A veil he placed upon my eyes to remove me from the knowledge of all I’d known.
Then he sent me from his side, where I could not see him but knew he was.
Now, here I stand before you, a totally changed and humbled one.
Still, I have found I have sinned again… I know he must have known.
Perhaps some day, as I patiently wait… I’ll be allowed once more within his gate.
Only time will tell, as again I’ll feel every ones pain…
All I can say is: God Forgive Me… as I continue to wait…

(This Near Death experience really happened and changed my life.)


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To God the Glory

I have been to the bottom of the deepest well,
stared into the dank darkness, face to face,
I have laid broken and scorned on the outskirts of Hell,
completely surrendered my ghost to God, and lived to tell.

My knees have buckled in the weakness of fleshly attire,
poised on the dizzying carousel of the faint hearted,
I've scraped and clawed, and climbed out of the fire,
but my grasp on His shirt-tails never departed.

I have battled demons in the caverns of my mind,
bore physical disease where no relief was found,
suffered uneducated judgments of the massive kind,
as I laid withering in ailment on the ground.

Then the hand of Jesus touched me and disease was cast far off,
when I couldn't go on, he carried me and laid me at the foot of His throne,
where God, in his great mercy, strengthened and spared me,
making it evident that through it all, I have never walked alone.

My whole life story is all for the glory of God,
and though I have been beaten, battered, broken and prod,
"To God be the glory, great things he hath done."
I've always emerged victorious, through Jesus Christ, His son.

To God be the glory
I've never walked alone.


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This Universe

In the middle of the universe I stand
All alone on a quiet, desert night
Looking up at brilliant, desert stars
Shining along the Milky Way.

And in this universe, where I stand
I see the moon illuminating the sky
Constellations in their patterns
Hidden planets in their spheres.

And as I stand in this great universe
Contemplating the wonders of the night
I know that just as surely as I live
In my heart of hearts, I am not alone.

For I am seen by the One who created
This universe, in which I stand
Who made the heavens and the earth
He is the great I AM, who created me
To BE
In His great universe, where I stand.


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The Final Say

As our world spins into this blatant madness Family units like dead leaves, fading fast! Our children lost, good values tossed Idols abound, keeps us in a choke! Excesses, extreme shape our lives The Golden Rule, now a corny joke! A simple guide to can heal our earth-disregarded Yet, in spite of all these, God will have the final say When wars and storms sweep across our earth Leaders ignore the hour at hand Perhaps, the last to stand as men To right the wrongs of history past And re enact laws to seal the cracks! Potent winds arising, already on track Remember, love for man and nature will heal this earth Yes, I believe, in spite of all these, My God will have the final say So let the politicians, argue, fight and scheme Let the liars, deceivers, play their games!” Let death merchants chant their evil anthem “It’s not a child, but a piece of flesh”! While the years like pages torn from a book All blowing away like dust in the wind Gone forever beyond eternity's veil! 'Too simplistic', some claim, that love's the remedy Yet, in spite of all these, I will fear no end, for My God will have the final say! ~*~


Details | Grook | |

Fear Not

To Him
our deepest
thoughts
are like
diamonds
glistening.
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means
we're
listening.



NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars Remain Silent.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Brand New Leash for Me

I left your side not long ago,
To run on Heaven‘s fields.
I know you’ll miss me daily,
While writing poems on the hills.

With no farewells exchanged,
And no time to say goodbye.
I was gone before you knew it,
And only God knows why.

Though we parted company,
I’ll check in from up above.
The hardest thing to do,
Is to leave the ones I love.

I wish, I could take your pain,
As you drown in sorrow’s sea.
Don’t let the emptiness of death,
Take the place of me.

I know you’ll grieve me dearly,
And your secret tears will flow.
But as you face this sadness,
Your happiness will grow.

Whenever you feel lonely,
My memories’ll get you through.
Please continue pressing on,
Don’t fill your life with I miss you’s.

Whenever you’re in heaven,
Please know the love will last.
For everyday is the same,
There’s no longing for the past.

For some day on life’s long road,
You’ll hear God call your name.
And on that day you hear His voice,
Peace’ll be yours to claim.

And we will walk again,
Up on these glistening fields.
And you can write your poems,
With me at your heels.

And when your life is over,
And God sets you free.
He will hand your loving hand, 
A brand new leash for me.


________________________
For my late dog and Constance's
All Pets Go to Heaven Contest


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Hands

The trees are still there every morning
Angry or sad
The sun beats down through your pores
Day after day after day.
And the moon will never stop.
And the spirit to which God has granted you
Walks with you
Penniless or pocketless.
"Something was dropped along the way,"
You feel.
"Well it's true we shed ourselves over the years,
Pieces of ourselves everywhere," 
says the sliding Voice.
Identity is really only something 
We think other people need.

So we pretend like we're separate from each other.

The word "firelight," is evocative.
The bloom of spirit and desire and
The ever-crackling of wild entanglement

Our lives like firelight
On the darkened beach
from the young and warm light
to the blazing chaos and wonder
to the toking and smoting and dimming
And the burial, and the cold.

I am as sad as the bottom of a well.
I have left something along the way.
A small appendage, maybe, I had meant to use at some point.
The Right Hand of God I was too distracted to keep hold of.

I am all other centerless beings
Dropping things here and there
A pen. A thought. A conviction.

And to keep hold,
to press on staring redemptively
At the circling Hands 
To live in this way is to gain wisdom
And with wisdom there is always
the healing of sadness. 
Senseless though, I know, like all else
And the evering was and the here we sit

Our eyes blinking tears from the bottom of a well.
Tearing from our core for
The love and need for others 
And their hands.


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Father I love You

7:42 AM  3 Nov 2014

Thank you Father for loving me
I remember at 4 you called me to the window to see

The universe above and the earth below
I sang out to the stars but to whom I did not know

Then day by day you guided me and I grew learning that it was you
With every dawn and every eve I am in aw of what you've done and do

Life and death every second comes and passes
Children see with wonder and old men buy glasses

Still searching and discovering the Love that is You
Every little life exist because of what you do

Every living soul seeks to be with You
But it is sad that not all see You they are blinded and see only what they want to

I am writing this in poem form to share how much I love You
The rhymes are repetitive but love repeats in You

I love You Father through it all 
When I'm bowed low and when I stand tall

You called me those many years ago
You are my life and what I truly know

Thank You dear Father for loving me through
And no matter the end I will always love You


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Let's Start Today

Let's bring into this world peace
So all these wars and violence can cease
Let's stop all this hatred
And give the poor and homeless a piece of bread
Let's start by changing us all and right from inside
And letting God be your guide
There's so much we need to change
Even if it looks and sounds strange
We can all start sometime and somewhere
By showing in everything that we do, that we care

Let's be careful in the manner that we speak
Let's be strong and not weak
Let's show this world, that we still stand strong and tall
Let's unite together with courage and tear down every single wall
Let's bring into this world of ours much more love and peace
So a lot of this vicious circle of strife and pain can one day cease
Let's start today and let's do it right from the place in which we live
Let's always be respectful of our neighbors and our fellow man
Let's give the best of ourselves everyday and all the time that we can.
Let's stop this madness and get rid of all these illegal drugs today
They can destroy everything that you have and will kill you too
Make a vow to bring God into your life every single day
And make Him part of everything that you do.
Believe that your life will be more productive and blessed
When you put Him first in every thing
That you set your mind to do when you bring
Him closer and right inside your heart
And from you He shall never depart
So start by doing this and much more
Let's answer the call and open the door
Let's be watchful of everything that we do and say
And let's be thankful and pray to God everyday!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008


February,2,2008