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Stunning Revelations from Ancient Maps

Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake

6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close

Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper

Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
 Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet

If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined

Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel

Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word

But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles?  Natural cycles!  Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds 

To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by 
Albert Einstein, you can visit

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

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We read each other so perfectly
two minds with a single thought,
when we combine, baby it's explosive
chemistry like ours cannot be taught.

The electricity gets me jumping
and attacks the heart's beat,
this experiment you concocted
has revived the frog's feet.

Like a volcanic lava lamp
an eruption of emotion flows,
the heat welds me to you
our bond that nobody knows.

We met inside this classroom
where my opposite attracted to yours,
like magnetized paperclips 
we were linked right from our cores.

We're closer than Dr. Jekyll was
to his hidden self, Mr. Hyde,
but, I can take you by the hand
as we go along for the ride.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Embryonic Time Travelers

Time travel has always fascinated man
Could UFOs be steered by human hands
Consider this premise before you say no
So called “grays” resemble human embryos

Evolution proceeds, gene pool depleted
Mind power expanded but bodies weakened
Future man looks back in a quest to erase
Effects of the technology we embrace

With smog blocking sun’s rays, skin has turned gray
Bodies thin as meat exits the food parade
Reproduction is challenged by low-grade genes
Sad Earthlings search the past and like what they see

Tan, healthy bodies adorned by hairy manes
Fertile women who suckle innocent babes
Men of great strength who clear forests with axes
Strong immune systems when a virus attacks

In sore need of genetic material
Large-brained grays devise a means for time travel
Abductees are beamed to aircraft by bright rays
Frightened while forced to donate their sperm and eggs

Time travelers say nothing, perhaps ashamed
To be stealing from ancestors in this way
Capacity for learning greatly enhanced
But the grays know nothing of sex or romance

When farmers find signs of mutilated cattle
Such evidence should not provoke a call to battle
If future man’s life is genetically revived
Meat may be required to keep humans alive

Don’t hide in terror when you see colored lights
Spinning in circles on chilly autumn nights
Close encounters, but abductees’ lives are spared
Returned to their homes by captors who care

Consider the fate of new generations
If you’re called upon to make a “donation”
Experiments grays perform may seem absurd
But they may be trying to save our own world

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

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Love's Magic

I don’t think it’s foolish,
Simple-minded, silly, whimsical,
Naïve, and/or childish
To believe that love is magical.

So-called experts offer
No scientific explanations
That any would prefer.
Love wordlessly defies summation.

You know that I love you,
But that is so hard to quantify;
And I am loved by you--
I don’t need to know a reason why.

Some believe in magic.
Most believe in something up above.
Wouldn’t life be tragic,
If we all stopped believing in love?!

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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Quantum rhyme

Such is the stuff of history, 
butterfly wings and mystery
when the act of observation
affects the observee.

If  Schrödinger's cat
comes up to bat
imagine that 
fastball, curve or slider?

Kilroy was here
or maybe not
if you know the speed
you can't fix the spot.

Copyright © Dave Will | Year Posted 2014

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Ancient Astronauts from Mars?

Is that a sphinx we see on Mars
      Resembling the one in Egypt
Just how were the pyramids built
     And pharaohs placed in lavish crypts

When Mars’ oceans began to dry
     Did species seek preservation
Did ancient astronauts arrive
     To colonize a new nation

To date, the complex construction
     Of Egypt’s tombs sparks speculation
Are Martians in man’s family tree
     Hanging limbs, green blood relations

* For the "Sphinx Head on Mars?" contest

Copyright © Diane Locksley | Year Posted 2010

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Life Has Come From No Scriptwriter's Lot

Life has come from no scriptwriter’s lot,
Nor from any grand design
Living things, from dead Matter wrought,
The sole eternal, Time

By millennia of thoughtless toil,	
By lost, imperfect forms,
Mankind has found the splendid Earth
So presently adorned

The legion that has lived, and perished
Since this fertile sphere began
Have given rise through strife and death 
To the phenomena of man

Who labors a strange and brutish life
And in futility dissolves
While the Earth, round the hellish Sun
Ceaselessly revolves

O, how ignorant is this view of Being
In this vision we scarcely see
In what crevasse crept the silent hand
Of Divinity

Copyright © David von Rudisill | Year Posted 2014

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100-Year Visitor

I am a robot/hybrid scientist
Observing your planet every one hundred years
I have noted your city states become kingdoms
And then your kingdoms develop to become empires

I've seen your flags gleam with shimmering pride
Recently overshadowed by the banner of technology
It appears you have no resistance to assimilation
Now more and more you depend upon machines

I have noted that you trust in your computers
Far more than you will ever trust in each other
And now your empire has become a technocracy
Inevitably each of you has become only a number

I am making a notation for the next time I pass
Is this inevitably the way it always has to be?
See, I’ve heard my ancestors used to love one another
And now I wonder if you will become as lonely as me

Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011

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I'm Selling My Body To Science

My warm body's on permanent loan to Big Pharma;
I am chancing my health but could care less for karma.
All that money they pay is too good to refuse;
So with minimal risk I have little to lose.

Man, I shovel their food and I watch lots of cable;
And I gain as much weight as I'm possibly able.
I will sleep like Prince Charming awaiting a kiss
From young nurses so sweet their mere presence is bliss.

I can do what I want from pre-dawn to late night
Just as long as I don't give the staffers a fright.
I take nice, long hot showers until I'm beet red;
Some warm milk with six cookies, and then on to bed.

It's pure Heaven, I tell you, it's every man's dream;
You relax all the time, eat desserts with whipped cream,
Then you mark off each day as it languidly fades,
Blithely block out the world by extending the shades.

So work smarter, not harder, all you Type-A's out there;
And let stress be a kind of a fast fading nightmare
Out of which you've been wakened by a woman's soft voice
As she calls you to breakfast, and makes note of your choice.

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015

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Mysterious Rescuer - Dr Who -

The morning was bright and the air felt right
On that beautiful Christmas day,
But a terrible scare for the people there
Was soon to be on its way.

For up in the skies and hidden from eyes
Was a fleet of alien ships,
That had come from space or some other place
On safari or some sort of trip.

Their vessels came down to land on the ground
And were promptly attacked (but unharmed)
The attack was returned, people got burned,
And the humans were further alarmed.

The aliens invaded and easily evaded
The humans' primitive defenses;
Humans all fought this new war that wrought,
But their new foes were terribly relentless.

People died (most got fried)
And hope was all but lost,
‘Til what should appear out of thin air
But a dark blue Police Box.

A man stepped out, (he was thin, not stout)
He was cocky and cheerful, too;
He had made up a plan to rescue Man
From the mess they had gotten into.

He took his box for a ride (it was bigger inside)
And fooled the aliens with some tricks;
He watched them go, and he put on a show
If only for laughs and kicks.

He landed his craft as the humans laughed;
They asked who he was and what he knew.
He said "Doctor," here, and then disappeared.
The people said, "Doctor Who?"

Copyright © Tara Andre | Year Posted 2013

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Curative Leaves

Under divinities shadow,
Rests the tree of life.
With aromatic branches,
Dissected by a pocket knife.

Medicinal veins lushly flow,
Carrying remedial cures.
A verdant daze ensues,
As romantic buds allure.

Poetic smoke…recites,
The stanzas of cannabis trees.
As healthy lungs exclaim,
The power of curative leaves.

Inspired by a Lucky Lopez!!!

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2012

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One day I swear I will save her
In my neighbourhood for many old years
Just when I have a bright star thought
Of how daughter belong in Africa.

You have no idea how big the universe is,
Surrounded by love far too humble
For three centuries I have worked,
With one thought keeping me alive

The nanoseconds fly by as do the light years,
By and by kettle is overused,
Anticipation of another dimension,
Cheers the red desert fugitive in Johannesburg.

So one mistake can cost earth,
A turn up for the humans,
The universe was alerted, 
They came took and relinquished fish hook.

Pity pit of hell,
Here comes the release of rain,
Many storms caused by unspoken angerm
Lonely heart,radio dark.


Copyright © Anthony Dover | Year Posted 2013

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When Solar Flares

             When Solar Flares

Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits

Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space

It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels 
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine

When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth

When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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MRI Terror

MRI terror overwhelmed
Magnetic blanket weight
Heavy pressing down crushing air
Compressed can't breath can't do

Changed blanket lighter one helped
Closed eyes, plugged ears, go
Woody The Woodpecker turned loose
Clanging  aluminum

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Universal tranquilogy

floating along in the cosmos
a diamond in the sea
a pretty little planet
how can this all be

so many yet so few
in the ratio it seems
birthing forth the life
of what's all to be

so much beauty 
in a whirling tendril of flame
yet its all just energy
even you and me

life has more energy than the sun
nine times more in fact
the energy of one
watching evolution react

sparkles in the sky
show us through the night
we all need to ask why
instead of trying to fight

I hope this reaches all
while were spinning here in place
I hope that we don't fall
from floating in outer space

Copyright © Brandon Hoffman | Year Posted 2014

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Fahrenheit 452

Now, books made of pulp are amusing antiques;
We people who buy them are all hopeless geeks.
We don't need to waste any wood when instead
We can access the Web whilst we lie there in bed.

So, why are we still killing trees without end
When all that a writer must do is press "send"?
I don't understand lumber mills of destruction
For products that could go instead for construction. 

Just why do we keep subsidizing those crooks
By shelling out money for overpriced books?
They know very well that they're robbing us blind,
But the joke is on us 'cause we don't seem to mind.

And we ruin our vision by squinting so much
To the point where we might have to live just by touch.
So why don't we just look for an alternate way
To enjoy all those novels and not have to pay?

A much better approach, if the truth's to be told,
Is to listen to stories as in Days of Old.
In our modern parlance it is called, "Audio",
But don't ask how it works, 'cause I surely don't know.

The lyeberry's a place where you borrow for free
The recordings on tape, not to mention C.D.
Their collections grow huge as the years roll on by,
So you'll never run out 'til the day that you die.

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015

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Am I nothing more
Than an ominous date
A wisp of genetic wonder
A curse of conscious fate
Behold the burden
Nestled in newborn hair
Innocent eyes etched
Into life's coarse lair
Is there nothing more
Than this tactile plight
Torn tears of birth’s bliss
My fingers weep sight
Is she nothing more 
Than death’s deciduous seed
Baptized by superstition  
Comfort’s posthumous need
Who will hold her
When my embers grow cold
The walls of winter creep closer
And the silence grows bold
What have I done
This curse that I share
Too buried to breathe
Too naked to bare
How can I tell her
Forever stalks our door
That there is no tomorrow
For life is nothing more

Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2008

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the darkness at noon

I challenge you to a duel
at high noon
while the vampires are out
we shall be shooting soon!

so I stepped outside my door
six gun by my side
saddled upon my gargoyle
and took off for a ride

we met by the clock tower
so many were barely within sight
I fired all of my six shots
as the demon danced with delight

as I stopped to reload 
a whizz went by my head
for I could barely see
that I was nearly dead

I clicked the tumbler closed
rose the barrel with great aim
fired just one shot
and blew out fiery demon brains

then I saddled up my gargoyle
as the clock struck twelve O one
everything was silent
for my deed was done

Copyright © Brandon Hoffman | Year Posted 2014

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What Big Beautiful Eyes You Have

Mushroom clouds cover the planet
And deadly viruses to advance the plan
An obsolete species draws its last breath
The dust settles on the skulls of man

Souls free to soar the heights
From the direction of alien minds
Too emotional to appreciate the splendor
For our unreasonably fear-based kind

The repopulation of the Earth
With a half-hybrid stoic people
Eyes as big as those we've all seen
In the tabloids that made us chuckle

Factories for test-tube breeding
As operational as an assembly line
Producing state-of-the-art organic widgets
DNA mixed with another alien bloodline

Souls sucked out of the atmosphere
Into new bodies we are embedded
Now able to control our impulses
The Neanderthal gene extracted

Like an employee of the month
Doing my job as been instructed
I have a sudden deja vu
From something beautifully sculpted

I notice an exceptional female
Some how I feel a connection
As if in some way I have known her
Feeling something called 'inspiration'

I follow her with like a puppy
Then she turns to look at me
All four enormous eyes soften
And we continue our beautiful telepathy

Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011

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Close Encounter (Co-written with James Fraser)

Galactic gases with oxygen mix
Inject my pod for my mission to earth
To search the galaxies and look for life
Universe quadrants, many left in dearth
          What is that I see shining o'er the trees?
          A bright orb, green lights, hovering above
          I'll don my robe and step outside to see
          Could be a project of the U.S. Gov
My craft lands on this planet earth
In a wooded hillside above a small town
My computers tell me it's near Helena
Will I have been seen touching down?
          From this small craft a tall man emerges
          Slim with a broad chest and large, gentle eyes
          His face looks so kind, my heartbeat surges
          From where comes this man and the ship he flies?

My ancestors were right it's a beautiful place
Forests of green, that nearly touch their skies
Incredible sounds resonate from their surrounds
Are the people the same, or do they still despise?

         "Are you hurt?" I ask, hoping he'll say no
         I cannot help stare; his eyes mesmerize
         Extending my hand, he reaches, takes hold
         Sharp currents run through me; I'm hypnotized

I sense no fear as I introduce myself
My name is Semaj from a planet beyond
The warmth I feel as I touched her hand
A touch of humanity, two millennium in respond

          "You are an alien?" asked I so meekly
          "You look like one of us; how can that be?"
          But the energy coursing through my veins
          Said he had been sent by God lovingly

We look the same but we have many differences
Our bodies have evolved in certain ways
Your faith and love endear me to you
I know what you're thinking and what your heart displays
          You read my thoughts well; somehow I sense yours
          It seems all my life I have waited for you
          A "starman" has finally found his way
          And I vow that our friendship will prove true

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

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Intellectual peer pressure

Intellectual peer pressure

The faces change from smiles to sneers
from effusive praises to contemptible jeers.
A man whose wisdom has been seen for years
now forced to face his prideful peers.

A man whose intellect is simply beyond compare
those who read his works just stop and stare.
How can someone hold their own and debate such a man?
His thoughts and reasoning's are as well laid out plans.

His eloquence, his observations, are without any match
outwitted, his enemies, launch and scheme a hateful attack.
He knows their devotion, to unproven theories, is like a religion
He does not cower as he faces their vitriolic words of derision.

The odds are against him, hundreds to one, but he declares his faith in God!
Silence is deafening for a few moments, then one brave soul applauds.
The crowds turn against the two of them, in a heated hateful rage
Ignorance and prideful enmity, is clearly on display!

Without acknowledging that he might be right, they were both voted out!
But, forevermore in the back of their mind there is that lingering doubt...

John Derek Hamilton
February 16,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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Planet Earth

You are just a rock in orbit
Hovering 'round a summer sun
You are changing like the solstice
Like you have done since time begun

Your species are assorted
Some are from ole and some are young
A few have gone without notice
A few are gone their days are done

You are just a rock in orbit
On your axis looking to dock
You are destined to be ported
Somewhere to be more than a rock

And soon you will be forted
Protected by the building blocks
With which 'round the sun escorted
And you will never ever stop

Copyright © Michael Wyms | Year Posted 2012

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I, Oracle tool of eternal, placid in mental state. 
High-intellect mortal, dropping parables to educate. 
Special emotional properties, concepts of four elements. 
Fire; earth; wind; water, mind on matter transcendents. 

Fire akin to blood, therein lies real passion. 
Air present in yellow bile, links of wrathful emotion. 
Water manifest in phlegm, too much produce laziness. 
Earth found in black bile, associates of sadness. 

Telepathic capabilities, enhancement of perception. 
Supernatural abilities, sheer mind submission. 
Mixed cause and effect, experimental backward mask. 
Image shown to subject, tenth of a second the task. 

First picture displayed, ultrasensory perception. 
Second subliminal image, recalling jiffy forgotten. 
Utilize the enhanced, nothing but natural. 
Subconscious skill possessed, to absorb more subtle signal. 

Desire overriding reason, inner darkness of humanity. 
Nature and nurture function, sexually obsessed mentality. 
Attempts to explain marvels, visible through naked eyes. 
Ubiquitous superpower, shattering inquiring minds. 

Head and facial movements, most info' effective. 
Eminent emotions expressed, all but instinctive. 
Familial body language, few employ it consciously. 
Nonverbal communication, many exercise it subconsciously.

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2011

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Stepping through a vale she spied an oak,
its branches scratching heaven's glow 
and anchored to the earth its twisted roots
clawed deeply through the soil below.

Embracing now its weathered bark she found
her scrawny body stretched from stern to stem,
her very blood the sap which seethed within
and energized the giant denizen.

She was at once the tomboy and the tree,
photosynthesis and flesh and bone
will reach the spheres, the bowels of earth
both bodies joined, the fusion done.

She was one with insect and with bird,
the wind and rain conjoined and made her wife
to all of nature, sea and sky 
to hail the consanguinity of life.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015

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2012: Invasion of Fear (co-written with James Fraser)

She tosses and turns, wrinkles the sheets
It's December 21st, but there's so much heat
She notices a light streaming bright from the sky
Runs to the window, a sight meets her eyes

     I have written, as the future will have read
     That the year 2012 will leave your world dead
     An invasion will happen, look to your skies
     For you will be visited, to them you're despised
An ominous orb hovers o'er her home
She opens the door, through the woods she roams
One by one, she watches the trees ignite
Surrounded by flames she cowers in fright

     The day has been set, earth's fate has been chosen
     Humanity, evolution will be eternally frozen
     Lights will appear through thickening clouds
     When millions of eyes to the heavens will crowd
She realizes now prophecies were true
Though not as expected, death rays come through
She looks up again and beyond the ship
Heavens are opening, skies are parting quick

     The alignment of planets will dawn a new age
     The might of another will bring humanity rage
     Earth as you know it will become with bereave
     A dying planet she becomes as her oxygen leaves

As the aircraft departs, she gasps her last breath
Eternal life she earns, just physical death
Stairway to heaven appears before her
The Lord beckons; in soul she did not err

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Fearful Symmetry

from Songs Of Experiments

Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
shall only weakened gravity
suggest your supersymmetry?

Do you match, sine qua non, 
boson to a fermion?
Will you ever edify
how the forces unify?

In what quanta, small or large
will we find your mass and charge?
In what membranes do you roam?
Which dimensions call you home?

In magnetic chambers narrow,
will you tell us of time’s arrow?
Have you broken, in the past?
How long can your components last?

Quarks from gluons will divide
when we make hadrons collide:
Will this show us where you hide
or leave us still unsatisfied?

Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
will only highest energy
reveal your supersymmetry?

Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2012

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To dip our pails in the waters of Life
and reach the stars of heaven in our reason
and slide around the Lunar light
with the galaxy known within our season

To ride the universe and it’s rifts
to understand particles in microverse
and soar in mind to celestial lifts
wherein science proves it’s worth

To understand the dynamics of law
to probe the fields of creation
held within the cosmic maw
within truth and imagination

Protons, muons , neutrinos and quarks
vision to see beyond our soul
with their action conception sparks
the stuff of nature mind does probe

the second law of thermodynamics it’s fascination
unified field theory and relativity
prove the clause of universal creation
demonstrates truth in all we see

the mind seeks truth in all it’s fields
the phenomena of existence and time
til consciousness and knowledge reveals
and Intangics exist within our mind

The fields of theory are delicious
the ceaseless seeking the Son sublime
when it substantiates all our wishes
prove that truth is a precious find

Yeah no biblical source for this only 8yrs of Science

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2015

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Stone Forest

The rushing rivers falling fast 
With fury born on high, 
Cut deeply into ages past 
Where fossil forests lie, 

Their life and death transformed to stone 
Yet titan trees are proud 
To lie together yet alone 
A stone-honed silent shroud. 

The arthropods like trilobites 
Once flourished until fate 
Sent them to depths devoid of light 
As sea salt beds turned slate. 

Today they stay with limb and root, 
Their pose a righteous crown; 
Pre-cambrian volcanic soot 
Would mark stones soon to drown. 

Illusion of great time will flee 
When first one's gaze is cast 
Upon eternal eulogy 
To whispered grandeur past. 

As trees of stone succumbed to sea 
No human soul was there 
To witness somber majesty 
Become majestic prayer. 

A primal wisdom speaks from youth 
To minds who realign 
False comfort for the blended truth 
Hard bound inside this shrine. 

Copyright © tom mcmurray | Year Posted 2010

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Darkness Swallows Me Part One

Time passes and I wonder how did I come to be here.
 I remember watching you from across the misty lawn.
My heart seems to stop beating and I'm almost in fear.
 One minute I see you so clearly, the next minute you're gone.

Maybe I'm dreaming and I never saw you at all.
 And why am I scared at the same time drawn to you?
Your sultry stare captivates me completely in thrall.
 I shake my head as if it would change my perfect view.

I will myself to walk far away from your entrancing eyes.
 I'm shaking and I can't figure out why I'm so scared.
This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me I surmise.
 Then you appear before me as if by magic and I'm unprepared. 

I panic, breathing heavy as I turn to run where you can't find me.
 All of a sudden you're before me and I never even saw you pass.
I try to go in another direction, my instincts say to run, flee.
 Hiding in a room, hoping you won't see me thru the stained glass.

No such luck, you somehow breathe my name from parted lips. 
 How could you know my name, I've never even met you before.
You swoop behind me and my body is lost to your shadow's eclipse.
 Grabbing me, tearing into my throat, lapping up the blood and gore.

My knees give way and I'm too stunned to even manage a scream.
 White spots cloak my vision and I'm feeling as if I may just faint.
I look down at my favorite dress, in the moonlight my blood gleams.
  A calm washes over me and the biting feels good, isn't that quaint?

Darkness swallows me and to my relief, I am feeling nothing more.
 Visions of gnashing teeth, and spurting blood haunt my once peaceful rest.
Jerking awake, only to realize I lay in a crumpled heap, incredibly sore.
 I see that I have a bite on my throat and an even bigger one on my breast.

How will I explain this, and what do I do now, where do I go?
 No one will believe me, I'd never believe it if I wasn't here to see.
How odd, I seem to be healing fast, I see that scabs are starting to grow.
 I walk towards nowhere, this night was something I didn't foresee.

I sniff the air and smell an oddly familiar scent of earth, musk and fur.
 It seems to pull me in that direction, as if I no longer have control.
My instincts tell me that I am going somewhere safe and secure.
 I'm healed now, my dried blood now leaves me wondering, do I still have a soul?

Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009

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You bet your life

A chance for eternity is at stake.
Life is too important to make a mistake.
Some try to get rich playing the lottery,
Odds are against them, but they play merrily.

Some think we are a product of natural selection,
Enzymes and molecules, in some random collection.
Trillions to one, against it, yet they still believe,
A Designer with a purpose, too hard to conceive.

Our life is too important, to risk it on the odds,
It's actually more intelligent, to believe in God.
Life, comes from life, not some chance of fate,
Trusting in an organic soup, isn't that, blind faith?

Life's not a game of chance, we all have a choice.
Believe in our maker, and make him rejoice.
The ridiculers laugh and scoff, but they are rolling the dice,
With the odds against them, they are betting their life.

John Derek Hamilton   October 15,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015