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Saved For Raven

Her daddy’s grave is the oldest,
His name is hard to read.
She knew his stone had corroded
And has brought supplies she’ll need.

Near to him is her young husband.
He had been the next to die.
She used to come here often
Just to sit by his grave and cry.

Next to her daddy is her mother
After twenty-one years alone 
Her name shows up clearer and newer
On her side of the stone.

As the years went by the lot filled up,
A beloved young nephew is there.
She reads his age of twenty-three
And thinks that it isn’t fair.

The lot started filling faster
With loved brothers and their wives.
She remembers kneeling with her loved son
And speaking with him of their lives.

And now there’s a grave much newer.
She hadn’t thought she would see this one.
His name is there so clear and bright,
The name of her only son.

She looks down to where she is standing
As she feels the cold wind stir. 
RAVEN is chiseled into the rock
At this spot reserved for her.

lBy: Joyce Johnson  shared first place with Linda Marie and Carrie.

For Constance "The Rambling Poet; contest "Among the Dead"

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A Souper New Year! (Co-written with James Fraser)

In early spring I found you on Poetry Soup
A haven where wordsmiths congregate to recoup
Some sense of sanity in a world filled with grief
Your friendship, dear Highlander, has brought much relief

     Being new to writing, I decided to try
     So I joined the Soup, and a name caught my eye
     Carolyn Devonshire, was the name in question
     Her guidance has taken me to a different dimension

Who'd know the Soup would bring a Scottish writing mate
It was our destiny; now I believe in fate
A braveheart's pen paints history and mystery
Erasing fear and lifting me from misery

     No sooner had I arrived beautiful comments were received
     My writing was enjoyed and I now started to believe
     An American lady has become a soul mate and teacher
     Her words of kindness enhanced my words to be featured

So much loss I'd incurred just before we met here
Never had I dreamed of finding a comrade so dear
He reached across the sea and took me by the hand
And together we've escaped to fantasy lands

     Before the Soup, I posted somewhere else
     If you were not one of them you were left on the shelf
     But the Soup's beach babe led me by the pen
     I was absorbed in her circle right there and then 
James and I propose a toast to many Soup friends
Whose talents are displayed here again and again
Too many great writers to mention each one's name
A new year comes as you enter our Hall of Fame

Happy New Year from James and me to all of the Poetry Soup Family!

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The River Gomati-win

O grandma *Gomati, was born on thy bank
And born of a mother bearing your name
On all the yesterdays your water I drank
Am still the part of your pattern and frame.

My blood flows in thy stream meandering
It’s a kind of earthly immortality,
I stand by you and feel kinship endearing
Know not much about gods but your affinity

I learnt to strive, to sink and to seek depth ever
Simply Hydrogen and Oxygen doesn’t make water
Something third is needed to make you what you’re
Nobody knows except you Ma and your Creator.

Dr. Ram Mehta
June29, 2011

Twelwth Place win in

Contest: best dedication poem by P.D.


*Gomati is the name of the river in Gujarat State of India. My home town Dwarka 
where Lord Krishna ruled once, is on the bank of River Gomati. 

My mother too was born there and she was christened as Gomati after the name of the river.

Please click on the links below to see the pictures of River Gomati and the town Dwarka 
Copy and paste the links below to see pictures:( Please share it on my blog if this doesn't work)

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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A Rose by Any Other Name

All the names are just the same
If you are sweet like a rose
I confess, I’m not impressed
Oh, how little that bard knows

For the name of your loved one
Can make you completely melt
When it’s breathed in your heart
Its vibrations are deeply felt

The name of your loved one
Is a promise in one word…
That his love is eternal 
His unfaithfulness, unheard

The name of your loved one
Is with passion intertwined
Your lips caress each letter
Your heart echoes it in rhyme

The name of your loved one
Is salvation’s greatest treat
Though you pass through gates of hell
It’ll take you to heaven sweet

The name of your loved one
Is simply beyond compare
No other name can match it
No other would even dare

And so it is, beloved
When we’re making love sublime
Your name bursts out from my lips
Making your sweet name… divine

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man

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The Birth Of A Girl The Birth Of A Boy

In a forest a girl was born   
A girl born oh so poor
This girl then caused this world now torn
Her birth opens a sore

But we do not now this girl mourn
She was left some money
A thrifty woman not to scorn
Then a taste of honey

She met a man she was forlorn
Bore a son Alois
Unwed and aging, no ring worn
No ring, so still a Miss.

Her bastard son none could be warned
When his mother did wed
He gave a name the world did scorn
A name that all wished dead

If his mother knew what was born
Hitler the name we know
I wonder would she have  been torn?
To give him birth, or no.

© 09/01/2013 ~GG~

Contest Entry.

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Green land

The land is green
In flag and corns
Her coat is green
And her steeds' horns.

The land is green 
So footest her harvest
Her coat is green
And so win her chest.

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This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone can do this:

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

I think it was blue with writing that read “Body By Design”
I’m talking about the shirt of a man I’d like to make mine
With ripples and his rough spots in all the perfect places
Yet soft enough to hold me and enfold me in his embraces

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
Someone who could make this girl next door’s dreams come true

But who, I wondered, was this lady by the name of Beth
Could he have confused the “B” as in boy with an “S” as in Seth?
Yes, that’s the circumstance now I’m sure with certainty
His name is Seth, there is no Beth, and I know that certainly

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

That boy next door went from door to door looking for a kiss
While I waited at my door for the boy next door to come and kiss this miss
Finally we kept kissing and his beauty made my feverish flesh cold
And still gives me chills and thrills while he carries me over the threshold

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy that he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
The boy next door who made this girl next door’s dreams come true
And now the boy next door is the boy next door no more
Since that boy next door and I now share the very same front door
The very same…………… front door!
                      © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~ 

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Christian Name

God or Father Christ calls each one by name
Everyone’s name is sacred
The Name is the icon of the person
It demands respect as a sign of dignity of one who bears it

Written 09122012 CCC 2158

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The name “Jesus” 
When He was a Jew
The name “Christ”
When He was baptized to Christian

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Squeeze Those Dangly Things

We all wake up every morning To a day like no other before This world is still an experiment With lots of mysteries to explore One that's uppermost on peoples' minds And a question unanswered so far Is how they get the caramel inside A Cadbury's Caramilk bar Or why kamikaze pilots wear helmets They're going to wind up in a crash And how much spit does a person produce Or how long is a hundred yard dash Why don't nose hairs have to be trimmed Is there a name for a male ballerina Can illiterate people eat alphabet soup How many octaves in an ocarina Who was the first person to look at a cow Started squeezing those dangly things Then drank the stuff that came pouring out They must have been real ding-a-lings Did you ever get up and brush your teeth And realized you're wiggling your bum Why toasters toast till it's beyond recognition Stating your name at AA, that's dumb Pretty sure corn oil is made from corn Wonder where baby oil is took Why is it that something you're looking for Is always in the last place you look Well that's it for this mangey old geezer My brain is beginning to ache If you know the answer to any of these Then speak up for goodness sakes © Jack Ellison 2013

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20 Lines Haiku Hijack

          20 Line Haiku Hijack

I stole a haiku from Japan
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 20 lines
Fed it chocolate day and night before the flight
Then placed it on the market when I landed

Shrimp and whale tails make sound haiku 
Deliciously simple like sushi.  Japan hated mine.
Called it distasteful, too heavy and rude 
Complaining it suffered from too many lines

I sold the stolen poem to a toothless man next
An Afghanistan Taliban in need of a wife
He realized the mistake and returned it at once  
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite

I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line     
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 20 lines in what Japan calls a crime

Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong  
It changes the meaning and makes it too long
Haiku will never be the same again
In the end I put it on a train to India…a quatrain to be exact. 

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H-Less Jon

Found a new friend, his name is Jon
Asked him, 'where the heck is your H?'
He tried to recall and seemed to remember
There was a shortage in 1938

Parents failed to put their order in on time
So Jon was basically out of luck
His H has been missing ever since then
Poor guy it really must suck

Imagine all the times people have asked him
Likely driving him out of his beano
Certainly can't be blamed for a tirade or two
Heard he's heavily into the vino

Strange how a small thing like a missing H
Can affect one's psyche to the core
If you happen to have an extra H lying around
He'll pay a big bunch of moolah I'm sure

Found a new friend, his name is Jon...

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Romani Gypsy

Gypsy soul born a wandering way
Bearer of passion age old and new
Who can tame your unbridled day
And live as Romani's do

Calloused hands speak not complaint
Who's bearings steer by twilights cue
A leisured life such charm forsake
To walk as Romani's do

To bitter end thine heart defend
For right to prove love true
Un-soulful touch could not pretend
To love as Romani's do

To give not weight to emotions sway
Is a labyrinth worth stumbling through
So lonesomeness owns not the day
To cry as Romani's do

A gypsies search to revel in spoils
In solitudes song or convivial crew
Between extremes it's harmony joins
To sing as Romani's do

Coursed by vein to entertain
An artists heart steeped and brewed
Banjara kuchi meets tambourine  
To dance as Romani's do

Mysterious eyes tint hardened lives
Breeding bonds so deep and few
To be a part of this honored tribe
And die as Romani's do

The gypsies way one does not choose
It's spirit inborn and it grew
From India's caves to the vagabond strays
A Romani remains forever on the move

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Jack's A Nickname

Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles Guess I've got some 'splaining to do My sisters and Mom wanted “Jack Norman” Dad won, that's why you're confused My sisters and Mom said they wouldn't give in And would call me Jack anyway For my entire life been called by a nickname Confusing? You betcha to this day A bone of contention all through my life Whenever I'd sign legal documents Am looked at like I'm a bit on the shady side So I'd play up this silly pretence Acte suspicious, stutter and stammer Misspell my name C-a-r-l-e-s Get a kick out the sideways glances I get As they considered a possible arrest Finally fill them in on this problem I've had Since the very first day of my birth Chuckled as they realized I was who I was And apologized for what it was worth Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles Now you know the rest of the story © Jack Ellison 2013

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Inspired Byard

You all know me as Percival Jack But my real name is Charles Byard So you know, it's pronounced by-yard Living with this name has been hard You guys are probably wondering Where did that name originate Certainly never heard it ever before At least that's what most people state Well here's my tale, every bit is true Uncle Byard in World War One Died a big hero and was given a medal But he never ever carried a gun Before the war he was incarcerated For his nefarious safe cracking exploits The army thought they could use his talents At burglary he was very adroit So Byard was released and joined the army To make use of his safe cracking skills Sadly, one day while defusing a bomb My uncle, the hero was killed Was nicknamed Jack, but won't get into that It's what I've been called me ever since I'm thinking of changing it to 'Inspired Byard' But my wife will be hard to convince 'And now you know the rest of the story' As radio man Paul Harvey used to say I've hated that name since I was a pup But 'Inspired Byard' is okay! © Jack Ellison 2012

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A Tree Stump

Some take checkers seriously, so do I.
I recorded my games without fail,
in the little park located close by.
Listen closely, you will like my tale.

Under the umbrella of an old live oak
sits a stump about chair seat high.
Not many things in this life evoke
such comforting tears to my eye.

A marble statue now, cast in memory
with so many names, a number beside.
The board inlaid, made of emory, ivory,
cast by an artisan in loving pride.

The real stump looked much the same.
I would challenge all comers of any age.
No one but me ever lost a game.
Beating me was a neighborhood rage.

The checker board sat on the stump.
I would log each name and the score.
Allowing points for each kind of jump.
Soon the board back held no more.

The oldest challenger I had was ten.
The thing was, if they won I got a hug.
They knew I wouldn’t feel so bad then.
Once hooked, from then I had the bug. 

Continuing as such in similar rendition,
‘Til came a letter from an art museum.
It spoke of a piece commissioned
by a local director of an atheneum.

Excited I walked to the old stump
looking for the name of the benefactor.
As I saw the name I felt my heart jump.
That small guy with the red toy tractor.

© Oct 26 2010   Charles Henderson   7 th in
Matt's "I fell in love with a tree stump" contest


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In Search of that Name

Up and down I quickly scroll
In search of the poet’s name
So desperate to feed my soul
And my anxious thoughts to tame

I scan with my longing eyes
This heart igniting to flame
I wonder where it could be?
The halo around that name

I breathe a sigh of relief
There it is, glorious sight
The name that is sure to bring
Dreams vibrant into my night

I click with growing ardor
Read and savor every line
Each thought entwined with magic
Transports me to the sublime

I sigh with deep contentment
Nourished by all he has shared
Dressed with the robe of his words
A gift of the soul he bared

Refreshed, I rise from my bed
A brilliant start to my day
In this little heart a wish
That his name is here to stay

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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She Is Called Ruth

She is called Ruth, Ruth was her first
since then she has been hailed and cursed
by other names.  This one is couth;
Ruth was her first, she is called Ruth.

The name means love, it's biblical
like the Ruth therein - merciful.
never letting push come to shove
it's biblical; the name means love.

She's not ruthless, forgiving flaws,
unpretentious, wants no applause,
precluding guile, daring kindness,
forgiving flaws, she's not ruthless.

She has a hope in this brief life 
to live her name in joy, in strife,
to show God's love, to help folks cope.
In this brief life, she has His hope.

Andrea Dietrich's "Swap Quatrains. Let's See What You've Got!"

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I saw an angel.


It's only yesterday
I saw an Angel pass my way
though I wish I made her stay
'cause I had so much to say
She is so damn pretty
her hair clean and swiftly
she looks very humble
and she appears so freely
Her name she told me
her fame she showed me
she walks very coldly
and she speaks very boldly
I am one of her biggest fans
though I wish she gives me a chance
'cause for too long I can't show pretense
but sometimes I feel like jumping off the fence
This angel that loves me ,I saw from afar
has a name in particular
and I truly love her too.

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Bob Loblaw

There's a grocery chain in Canada
Known by the name of Loblaw's
That in itself isn't anything special
Till owners named their son after grandpa

Their poor son was blessed by his parents
Didn't think very hard these Loblaws
Baptized their son Robert that's silly
Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah!

Like someone is incessantly babbling on
Making absolutely totally no sense
Bob Loblaw is quite an intelligent man
Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah!

His name makes him sound like an idiot
When introducing himself to a newbie
Hard as he tries to pronounce each syllable
Can't say it without sounding goofy

Poor Bob will take his name to the grave
Can you see the inscription on his headstone?
How can anyone be sombre while visiting
Imagine how it sounds on the telephone...

Hello, this is Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah!

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So isn't it cute the way newborn kittens can't open their eyes
    eyes like the government has on all of us...................
pass a red light and they take a picture of you
and then you pay your's all so invasive
while the high and mighty are so abrasive

so isn't it sweet watching a baby suckling at his mother breast
and this is all a test
while we're all gassed with a chemical that puts us under their spell
and this is also pre-k for hell

isn't it wondrous to see an eagle soar the cliffs and rise above the clouds
while we're all stuck in stagnant crowds
all clowns following the ringleader's beat
and there's a little kid in Iraq, because of a bastardy blast, who no longer has feet

isn't it beautiful to watch a rosebud turn into a rose in all it's gory
and it's always the same old story 
why did you do that Howard?
because I’m psychologically deranged and am a coward
so I raped 27 women but only killed 21
but now my worries are done
because I'm fulfilling the prophecy “an eye for an eye”
so now I must die

isn't it amazing to watch a jet plane with hundreds of people aboard and it just glides like that eagle...........
my friend had a dog who was a beagle. The beagles name was betty and his name was Barry so Barry out of nowhere killed his girlfriend Beulah for no reason.  Or the heroes fighting a war we don't belong in is filled with heroes who somehow become accused of treason.  But not before a young man is sent to Iran to guard the embassy and any he's home in Tiny town, U.S.A. Missing an arm

isn't it righteous when you see a righteous deed done for another and treating any man as his brother.  Yeah right, that might gives one dollar in the church basked so the other puts two to be double pious but screw everyone the rest of the week.  That's truly what these hypocrites do.   Does that sound like you?  Isn't it fascinating when there's a lunar eclipse and you can stand by your lover in awe.  But that may never happen again because of hatred, bloodshed and most of all WAR
Until someone presses that red button or releases a chemical in the air that travels around the earth and we all hear nothing but the sweet sparrow as he sings his last tweet
and all but one nation is beat

                                    those kittens sure are furry
© 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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A Tear Upon My Cheek

A tear may press upon my cheek
But no one sees it fall,
A face and name of nothingness
Hide the glory of it all,

But I just a girl stand beside a wall
Just to be protected by the shade?
And yet instead I remain the same
Hidden by others I slowly fade,

But what confidence is given to me
To hear my own subtle cry,
To leave me later wondering
Was it you or was it I?

Now I stand, right here today
With a heart complicated like a web,
That no one ever understands
Why its mind it there was led,

To then try and bring mere happiness
Another obstacle is formed,
To try and be someone like me
A life would be transformed,

But to hear from someone
That your whole life seems devoted to,
Could make you feel like they just today
Were sometime thinking about you,

So I sit and wait for those
To watch and see my smile,
But no one ever looks towards me
They think that I’m not worthwhile,

And if I step outside this shadow
Wrapped around myself,
Will I be called out upon?
Or tossed aside upon a shelf?

If I sit and cry to think
That I am not doing well,
Will anyone ever stop and ask
‘I wonder if she needs help?’

Yet if no one really ever cares
If you are feeling depressed,
And there’s other things inside there life
More important to be stressed,

So a face and name of nothingness
Hide the glory of it all,
And still tomorrow a tear will press upon my cheek
But no one will ever see it fall.

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To all soupers (and a friend: Christina Brown)

I came to a garden naked and bruised
To drink of the fragrance and sleep
In the wine of forgetfulness. Enthused
The flowers their sweet petals reap
To cover my sores, and restore me whole
Some bathe me in words, some sang
Me lullabies, some fed me for my soul
A healing soup that tempered wrong.

And shall I name them, or name one
Shall I a spectrum from the light take
Shall I wound the glory of the sun
In this tribute that to poetrysoup I make
It is best sufficient if you all accept this
Nameless with each name written in light
That I savored here, and know the bliss 
The eagle never felt in tumulting flight

Christina, were I to give them all a name
Were I to carve upon the beauty of a page
Then your face make the garland of fame
And your song for my desire a fitting wage.

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A Massachusetts Family

In Massachusetts, there is a family. Perhaps you have heard of them, their name is Kennedy. Father Joe and mother Rose raised children by the bunch. They became rich, and never needed a free lunch. However, they have gotten unlucky turns of the card. Despite their money, their lives have been hard. Joseph Junior became a casualty of the war. Because of that, he is around no more. Second son John gained great popularity. He was elected the president of this country. However, an event in Dallas left him undone. Bullets to the head, and he was buried in Arlington. Bobby was next in line to succeed. An assassin in Los Angeles did a dirty deed. While campaigning, Bobby walked around unprotected. He joined his brother John before he could be elected. Youngest brother Ted was not blessed with fame. A drowning incident left him marked for life with shame. As a politician, he had plenty to give. His health condition curtailed his time to live. Therefore, that is how I describe this Irish Family. There have many descendents carrying the name of Kennedy. Not much has happened to this clan as of late. Many of us know they deserved a better fate.

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Harvest the wind
And glean it too
My mind has heard
It speak of you

Cull the rain
Now reap and sow
In never-ending time
You grow

Destined we
All this I know
Your season shines
In dazzling show

And you're the one
That's come to me
Your name is whispered
Shore to sea

You're the light
In front of me
Your name is softly

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What's in a Name?

For what do I carry you like a special mark
Like a brand I recognize, not you
I live in it like an old tree lives in its bark
Lashed and leashed to nothing new

Yet you are mine, my first piece of property
My bargain to belong to a history
I own what I paid nothing for, my first jewelry
A gift to your claim on me: ancestry?

In some far forgotten place of sacred meaning
It would have summed me for all
To understand my life, character's firm clothing
For some a honey throne, for others gall

Did anyone ask me, did I have a choice in this
Ascribed distinction of individuality?
Something unjust warps truth, while you insist
On hypocritical values of equality.

Take name and this history from me, and see
Joy eagles unfettered skies, for I
Am made to bear the master's vilest identity
Imposed on race with dark slavery

Gathered from our Africa home, stripped bare
Like the land, raped and mined of who
I am, without continuity, or exit from this fear
Searching for my past, my name leads to you.

And my older brothers, children of broken bonds
Meet as strangers in a callous street
Nameless, tongueless, uncultured hate stands
In broken memory at thy devil's feet.


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If Isaiah, Jeremiah, Moses and King David prayed to Jehovah,
why is it that His name is no longer invoked?
The Old Testament name has  been erased
from everybody's mind...and we still sing," Hallelujah! "  

God's name cannot be's a sacrilege, a violation of Jehovah's law!
How many times, in my anguish I have called on His holy name!
He wants us to use it and not be afraid of saying it aloud without shame;
so that the wicked, the wretched and the faithless will not curse it anymore!  

Here on earth, many declare to believe in one God,
who through the Prophets gave us a Holy Book to live by;
instead they make their own interpretations and shamelessly lie...
no wonder they have lost every blessing and can't see beyond!

O Jehovah, eternal and just, I declare you my God as all Prophets did,
sacred is Your name, and I proclaim it without fear; and let every hypocrite 
hear it in their cathedrals and synogoges! Oh, how they'll manifest their wrath,
because they are the modern, self-righteous Pharisees who will condemn me to death!   

God's name cannot be changed, it was spoken by humble David,
the shepherd who faithfully served a God of honor and integrity;
God's name cannot be changed to suit human's foolishness and vanity...
a name so magnificently set in stone must be called upon and be praised!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci