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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.

Copyright © Yvonne Evanoff

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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

Copyright © Adam Kirkhoff

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Choose 2000 Gods or Free Will

Eeney meany is what I will say
Which God shall I pray to today
It all depends on how I fee
And which one gives the better deal..

Copyright © Ken Duddle

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On Easter Morn

In quietude of early dawn she stood on Easter Day, where rested now her dearest son too early passed away. As light’s first rays peeled shadows from the grave’s cold marbled stone, she leaned and whispered into wind her words of sorrow sown. “I’ll never see his face again!” she cried to wind and God. “Why you, my son?” With stifled sob she fell to grassy sod. And then resplendent in the east, as if to give reply, the sunrise broke and seemed to loose the truth from crimson sky. Though blind she’d been, she now could see. As earth was bathed in red, it dawned on her that Easter morn how Christ for all had bled. Our worldly time is very short; immortal all shall be. The Comforter assured her this; her son again she’d see. By Andrea Dietrich For the "Easter Inspirations" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Sins of the Father

Bless me Father, for I have... sinned?

Stained glass window filters sun, beauty snares my eye.
Mother Mary watches me, I want to ask her: "Why?"
Jesus on the cross benign, always looking sad.
This has been my church for years, since I was a lad.

Memories I long suppressed now appear so clear.
Father was so good to me, quick to dry my tears.
Cared for duties faithfully, tried to do my best.
Giving to the church my all, believing I was blessed.

I was Father's favorite one, obeying all his rules.
He said I had an angel's face, the others simply tools.
"Come with me young Seraphim, follow me to glory."
His words still taunt to this day, I've never changed my story.

Shame and guilt's relentless pangs haunt my later years.
Therapy and numbing drugs cannot suppress these tears.
I long to excise hurtful thoughts, revenge would taste so sweet.
Instead I stay here in my room, my lonely safe retreat.

I want to feel emotion, something more than pain.
I want to have a family, be normal once again.
I want to be productive, contribute to the world.
I want to find my faith again, let love for Him unfurl.

But for now I watch the news and cry each time I see,
another victim's tragedy, I weep for silent pleas.
My life is mired in misery - have I done something wrong?
This seems to be my lot in life, a sad and mournful song.

Stained glass windows filter sun, beauty snares my eye.
Mother Mary watches me, I want to ask her...        W




when all the brokenhearted people
living in the world agree
there will be an answer, let it be

and when the night is cloudy
there is still a light that shines on me
shine on until tomorrow, let it be (Beatles)

Copyright © Tommy Boy

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1 Corithians 13

Love is always patient
in deed and word is kind
can not abide the green eyed monster
so envy will not find.

It never tries to gloat or brag
it can not be malicious
does not demand to have it's way
is never once suspicious.

Is always calm when under pressure
can't laugh when others stumble
doesn't try to tally wrongs
wont quit, complain or mumble

It always to the future looks
is positive, fair and just
ever eager to find the best
in others wants to trust.

It never fails when hardships hit
keeps fast to what is true
when all else seems to fall apart
true love sees us through.

Copyright © Emma Mantle

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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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.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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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!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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Jesus gave His life for me,
So why shouldn't I do the same?
He took our hurt and misery;
Thank You Jesus for burdening my pain.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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The City Sleeps

Corridors, power, call it what you like When shadows fall, on this hot June night These walls, this place, I'm absorbed I wonder why They, the inflicted, their embers, we now throw them to the sky Sleeping giants of Auschwitz, in mass production die Good boy psycho killers, into their new world they tread To look for new horizons and leave behind their dread Behind half moon meadow, now decaying in ancestral creep Amidst discarded gates and ditches, this, the city sleeps Their corridors of Epiphany, whilst Christianity weeps <> Written using the track titles to the Touchstones album <> The City Sleeps

Copyright © James Fraser

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Religion is Melting Humanity's Wit

Religion is melting humanity’s wit
As a wildfire burning brains
A fire set by a madman, long ago lit
Scorching the stupid, the weak and insane

Infant minds, the flames pummel and lash
They suffocate men from their birth
Doctrines’ smoke, polluted with ash  
Has confused and clouded this Earth

A forest flash, a hellfire crash
Is salvation’s light and sound?
Sparks ablaze from dogma’s clash
Is consuming fire found?

Raze it not, protect this ground 
With a sterling sire’s might
Nurture saplings, grow this mound
With amaranthine light

Bring not this fertile forest round
To a long inferno night
But with a wick, and wax as bounds
Give your candlelight

Copyright © David von Rudisill

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Luminous Mysteries

Pope John Paul II instituted a new set of mysteries
 To the Rosary called the Luminous Mysteries.  
It is suggested by the Church 
Say these mysteries on Thursdays.

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Holy Eucharist

Completes the Christian Initiation
Sublime cause of Holy Communion
Father Christ changed the bread and wine to His body and blood
Participate actively in the Mass


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Bigfoot's Ancient Great Granddaddy

Who is Bigfoot’s Great-grand Daddy?

Whether living in a city or on the mountain side,
People from the world around astound us with their views.
He’s nine-feet tall, a hairy thing, uprightly he flees astride.
Only tracks are left behind and the mystery accrues.

They say that Big Foot does exist and for eons has survived.
A humanoid of greatest size a hairy manlike beast.
Is he really all they say, or are the stories contrived?
And if he lives, tell me, are our imaginations fleeced?

(Genesis 27 … paraphrased…) 
Jacob goes to get two goats and steal his father’s blessing. 
Their mom prepared a feast of goat, delicious, to Isaac’s taste.
Then, tied goatskin to Jacob’s neck and hands, realizing. 
Jacob dressed in Esau’s clothes calmly goes to his father with haste.

Meanwhile, Esau, far away was hunting for venison as asked. 
Traipsing around through the scrubby woods tracking.
Moving quickly with his great might to fulfill his father’s task.
A man with hair like that of a goat, his birthright was loosing.

Jacob smelled like Esau and the fields, but his voice…
Isaac questioned, so he felt Jacob’s goatskin clad hands.
Satisfied by the goatskin disguise, destiny made its choice.
Jacob received a blessing of wealth and all of his father’s lands.

When Esau returned with the venison feast, deceit was revealed. 
But it was too late his birthright was gone; he was very mad.
“Give me a blessing, father please.” He begged as he kneeled.
You shall live on the fat of the earth…unyoked…his father said.

I wonder –
Is Bigfoot, like Esau, a hunter-gatherer with hands as hairy as a goat?
Does he live independently, a type of man, a scary giant beast?
Wandering upon earth, too and fro, with life barely afloat.
Brothers separated by that ancient deceit filled feast.

Is Bigfoot the hunter-gatherer living on the fat of the land?
Has he since the day of Rachael’s scam lived secluded and beastly?
Have generation upon generation descended that ancient hunting man? 
Could Isaac in the Bible be Big Foot’s ancient Great-grand Daddy?

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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Life's journey is the climbing of stairs to heaven door
entering returns peace, joy, and harmony to your spirit
as the journey of life ends, you have another to explore  
As with the circle of life you start the climb full in spirit

My perception of heaven

Copyright © Tom Larrow

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I Remember His Words

I remember his words, not that long ago Telling of such times when crimson flowed My Grandad, my hero, who's memories told My bedroom window I look, it all unfolds Neighbours fighting neighbours, why I cry People talking yesterday now in furor I'm young, I'm eleven, asking myself why What's changed overnight, fueling this score In panic surround Dubrovnik is now where I stay Walled city, Grandads house, from Serbian tirade Seven months endured, walls holding well Wishing it's over ending our imprisoned hell Again his stories unfold of countries in ruin Fighting with Tito, heroes they one and all Repelling the Germans, killing their doing Repulsed he is, by their murdering thrall Back to the present and a silence exists Can it be that the fighting has now ceased What I'm seeing aged eleven, people I know Holding back tears of whom known deceased It's now 2015, I'm a Lawyer of human rights I've lived many nightmares, said killing sights For my Grandfathers memories, he and all There will be justification, when no one will thrall .

Copyright © James Fraser

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Mother Mary

The first Christian 
     In the New Testament
          The first evangelist
               Mother Mary 

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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2 Contemporary 4Traditional Churches

               I entered Church “Ignited” once
	Music caused my bones to dance
	Although repeating choruses
	Reminded me of old chants

	Same music just went on and on
	Beat was driven deep, through air
	All Shouting, falling out was shown
	Applause was the crowds prayer

	Suddenly, the Crowd began to..
	Run around the pews and scream 
	Forming large circles,two by two
	Begging help to form the ring

	Preacher slaps a womans forehead
	Causing her to fall, and land 
	I retreated toward the door
	Having seen all I could stand

	Sandra Hudson 1/20/2012
	Joe Maverick's Contemporary Contest

Copyright © Sandra Hudson

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No one knows the hour of Christ’s return.
And when he comes to earth what will He find?
A place where man and creatures co-exist
Or places where the greed of man confines?

Has man replenished Earth as God commands?
Using what he needs, taking nothing more?
Or has he ravaged resources and lands?
Will Jesus see a sight He shall abhor?

Many folks have forgotten God above.
They treat the gifts from Him with no respect.
Forgetting that He created us with love.
To often folks forget they must protect.

Remember to recycle replenish and reuse.
Plant another tree where one has fallen down.
Go green; mulch veggie wastes with yard refuse.
Before too long rich dirt will there be found.

Hugekultur methods restore and save, too.
Growing plants stay moist with hands-off!
Thus leaving time and money just for you.
Conserve water, too by turning faucets off.

Each one of us with awareness can take part.
Why not begin by reusing cloth bags at shops?
Look around to see where you can start.
Prepare the earth to shine without teardrops.

I will do my best to use everything that I own until it either wears out, breaks and 
cannot be repaired, or I have recycled it to another family through our local yahoo 
freecycle group.

Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Beyond Earth Hour Writing Challenge :
Sponsored by Nikko Palmario 

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen