When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child, chai .
I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .
Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?
It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .
The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.
It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing , cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .
There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love, and reunited with the ones they lost .
The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time .
You could not, but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see .
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet, of the Hostility .
I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish, chosen Religion.
There as I held her frail , old hand , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago . In 1945 , once in our distant, yet Frightening past .
We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
" Etta Babooshka Kofman "
By the time I finished highschool, my top highest dream that I wanted to accomplish before any of my other so many dreams
To become a nun
I wanted to be holy of the holiest
Wearing my long attire, all covered up
I wanted to be like the nuns in my highschool
I wanted to only focus on God, devoted to Him only
I wanted to live in a convent, with other sisters
After I finished highschool I visited a convent in Karen and I remember standing there by the gate imagining myself living there one day
After I finished highschool, I also did a lot of volunteering and charity work in children's homes
-Because I knew most of my work as a nun would be serving
But after a while, the little pocket money I had saved in highschool run out and so I couldn't visit all these places that I felt I was called to be
So I stayed home as I waited for my university acceptance
And that's when I reconnected with a friend from primary school
And she had stories that made my nun dream a hallucination
She told me of her first sex which was on the couch in her sister's house
She talked in details of the feels and fills of sex that left my innocent curious mind running wild
She talked of the blood stain on the couch and the arms that held her tight as she became a woman
And from there, all I wanted to be was that girl
From that sunny day under a tree where we girls talked for hours, my dream changed.
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust?
As our courts remove God from this great nation.
We are left with a confused and lost generation!
As God is taken away from our public schools.
A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.”
The Bible is often mocked and discarded.
It was on it’s principles this country was started!
Just about anything of God seems to get scorned.
So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms.
As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out.
We tend to forget what HE is all about!
Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused.
No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused!
As people forget God and worship the fallen creature.
They look to themselves and “glorify” their features.
Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions.
And with this, come disease,
heartache and afflictions!
As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.”
It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking!
If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer!
He loves all of us! And he really does care!
Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in?
Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend?
He brings strength and nourishment to the soul!
It’s only in him that we can be made whole!
By Jim Pemberton
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..
I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..
I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..
They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..
We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..
Fire – Of Ancient Origins
Cave walls with lit magic drawings
Sacred mystical deity
Cavemen prayed with fidelity
Their children delighted and grew
History ignited the fuse
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 11/19/14 for - Fire, Earth, Wind, - Poetry Contest
(Theme is – Fire)
Am I Really Happy?
With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?
With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?
With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”
With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?
I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”
There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”
There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?
There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.
This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God! And tell him;
“I LOVE YOU!”
Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again… I want to be ready!
God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God.., I can already feel!
What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!
By Jim Pemberton
I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.
No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"
"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."
To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.
Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.
"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.
Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.
I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.
Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls
They see the glow of heaven at their heels
Marbled floors and altered states of grace
Collection baskets fly by, gobble up dollars
More gold leaf is needed
Walls must be fed
Outside mold clings and grows
Ivy also, on the ancient structure, very pretty
Gold leaf comes at a glowing cost
Lovely frescoes, angels and a cross
The priest promises to feed the congregation
Perhaps next season
Hunger must wait, we understand
More money is needed immediately
Gold leaf angels are more than mysteries
They are financial emergencies, for gold leaf frescoes
Thinking rationally if you leave out one part Enlightment in the wrong speed and direction will go when missing in the equation in the end middle or start naturally instead of a brilliant light you are separated into a black hole
(Argument for the Biblical Account of Creation.)
I don't see why some people try,
without reason, to reach a conclusion.
They must haveconceived an end to be achieved,
through pre-supposition already chosen.
They accentuate the positive, ignore the negative,
and, apparently, find comfort in illusion;
to prove a connection they've already reckoned
will fit their pre-supposed delusion.
Yet, steadfast is truth, we find from our youth,
in solving the age old mysteries;
by following the evidence through reasoned inquest
of science, and accurate histories.
True science has shown aging to be known
affected by the rays of the sun.
Bible history attests longevity was best
Before Noah's Ark made its run.
We see man's age decline right in line
with the canopy deluge postulation.
Now, we can't see how fitting this must be
from the onset of creation.
The Bible also lists, a pre-flood morning mist
rising to water the earth each day..
Would this not lead to the conclusion indeed
of a water vapor canopy in play?
Then, the canopy fell as rain, quite well,
all the habitable land to cover:
"the deep" broke up making the oceans a cup;
can we logically conclude any other?
Urchins of the sea have been found to be
upon the highest of mountains.
Wouldn't this tend to show proof of a flood flow,
and its ebb into the fountains?
Don't ever pre-suppose a rose, a rose,
if it looks some what a carnation.
If you do, I must firmly assure you,
You will earn reason's indignation.
Reason can surely be a help for you and me,
if not corrupted by pre-supposition.
Think it all through, ignoring the Bible won't do
You'll be found in an untenable condition.
I do not know?
...... Please read part one first.......
? How did Muhammad (may peace be upon him) become a prophet and a messenger of God?
At the age of 40, while engaged in a meditative retreat, Muhammad received his first revelation from God through the Angel Gabriel. This revelation, which continued for twenty-three years, is known as the Quran.
As soon as he began to recite the words he heard from Gabriel, and to preach the truth which God had revealed to him, he and his small group of followers suffered bitter persecution, which grew so fierce that in the year 622 God gave them the command to emigrate. This event, the Hijra, 'migration', in which they left Makkah for the city of Madinah some 260 miles to the north, marks the beginning of the Muslim calendar.
After several years, the Prophet and his followers were able to return to Makkah, where they forgave their enemies and established Islam definitively. Before the Prophet died at the age of 63, the greater part of Arabia was Muslim, and within a century of his death Islam had spread to Spain in the West and as far East as China.
? What is the Quran?
The Quran is a record of the exact words revealed by God through the Angel Gabriel to the Prophet Muhammad. It was memorized by Muhammad and then dictated to his Companions, and written down by scribes, who cross-checked it during his lifetime. Not one word of its 114 chapters, Suras, has been changed over the centuries, so that the Quran is in every detail the unique and miraculous text which was revealed to Muhammad fourteen centuries ago.
? What is the Quran about?
The Quran, the last revealed Word of God, is the prime source of every Muslim's faith and practice. It deals with all the subjects which concern us as human beings: wisdom, doctrine, worship, and law, but its basic theme is the relationship between God and His creatures. At the same time it provides guidelines for a just society, proper human conduct and an equitable economic system.
A Birdie Friend In Hell
Hell is not an empty place but there is endless pain
When you enter, there are no exit signs
The real estate is not for sale
It is paid for with your soul
A billion miles of granite rock lands on you
Compressing you in place, to wait, and wait some more
Billions of miles away from other souls you stay
There are no parties either
A tiny anemic birdie is perched atop the endless rock
There to rescue you, (If it does not die of illness or old age
Or some other dangers imposed by nature)
After 30 trillion years it removes a fraction of a layer
With its tiny beak, tweet tweet, removes perhaps a grain or two
The giant granite mountain of a rock holds fast and true
After 5 million years, another trillion miles of rock are added
Piled on top, the original billion miles of rock
Not as an act of futility but for your discomfort
We pray you understand and forgive us for such measures
As for the birdie; is it still alive?
He struggles and takes a feeble breath
We pray that he won’t expire
Who will dig you out from all those miles?
12/05/14 -Dark and Deep (old poems only) - Poetry Contest - Sponsored by: SKAT A
How can we fear what we’re meant to fear if fear has been taken from the equation
in the land of the forgotten the streets poured with fear of what was to come if they
didn’t live right if they lost their footing and fell but now there is so much chaos
what’s to fear anymore how can they fear if some of the most terrifying things are
staring back at them from their very own television sets when they walk out their
door a friend telling them of a man that was brutally murdered describing the lay out
without even a quiver everything frightening is so common now why do you think
we’ve lost sight of what to believe in why do you think in revelation it goes on to
say few will make it to heaven because most of us are too busy living in the new age an age built by the fallen ones with no boundaries no repercussions and no reason to believe that anything actually exists God will not come down here and show you his face if it was that easy why bother for us to be here in the first place question not what you need not question for all will be answered in time have you not learned patience through out this life do you always know everything right away or do you have to wait to find your way if you can answer that you should know it’s
God you should fear in the land of the forgotten and in the new age as well
Bringer of Old Age
Saturn, that's what you always were
You move quite slowly
At a snail's pace
Twenty-nine point forty-six
Years, orbit the Sun
Named after a god
Within the Roman pantheon
Of farming and TIME
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
Oh , Israel of God
how your King has loved you
your courtyard paved
with instructions made of gold
your teaching is transparent
like pane glass windows
and their views
our heart and minds enfold
Each step we take
brings us a little closer
to the doors of never turning back
they are built
upon a firm foundation
the walls framed a solid fortress
that defy the adversarial attack
Within dwells the Throne
of the most High
his standards the highest
virtues man can pursue
the fruit of undeserved kindnesses
and of their loyalty
the things we must always practice
and to that course be always true
Beyond the veiled curtain
where the high priest calls on you
the place of flawless love
where our Lord has entered to
Oh city of the King
how we love you
all roads lead
to the temple mount
there dwells the clean and holy
and those residents
a census only you can count
is overseen by the master builder
who is the architect
of every master plan
his workers skilled and proficient
and they are trained
by their own masters hand
They have collected
everything considered precious
that can be found
within the hearts of men
to the King as gifts of presentation
are the hearts of those
who are serving him
Oh Beloved husband
I was made for you
everything you sought after
is my delighting you
It is your happiness
you have offered all your treasures
which is more than I deserve
You found me in the fields
and in my bondage chained
you severed me from slavery
to the course you have proclaimed
If it were not for you
I would never know the cost
what really is worth dying for
the paradise of Love we lost
No shame in being naked
where my heart and mind you see
I want this kind of closeness
for all eternity.....
sources , Song of Solomon
and the minor prophets
and the spirit of Truth
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
I remember when I was a child
I prayed to my god to make teacher sick
he replied and made teacher an doctor
To cure my stupidity with knowledge and stick
Since my God didn’t understand me
I pray to the God of my mother
To open my mind
To knowledge and wisdom
So that from me they too can learn
I remember when I was a teen
I prayed to my god to make her blind in love
he replied he made her transparent
To make sure I saw beyond her pretty
Since my god doesn’t understand me
I pray to the God of my mother
To open my eyes
To see the beauty in everyone
So I too can love
I will remember yesterday for now I am here
I am lost ,the fog blinding, the earth burying
I would pray to my god to lift my burden
But since my god may not understand me
I pray to the God of my mother
To give me a strong heart
To be able to lift the weight of the world
So I can again live
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There is the river of life called religion
Birds circle it with yellow lights gleaming on the wing
Before taking the plunge
Plants drink from its banks
People once visited this place
But moved on to golden promised sand
Replaced the Vatican Papal State for desert dwelling
They are all gone, expired, as expected
Not for lack of proper words in Latin
Or upbringing as you might think
They gave up such a simple thing
Like drinking, for having fun and lots of sun
Simply, there is no water in the outer land
There are younger plants in the desert
Related, perhaps cousins to other plants
Found by the river mentioned here
They too died in the arid world
They are gone, one and all, that’s all
Pope Francis walks along the river bank
He favors the water as the source of life
Thirsting for souls
Collects them like sea shells there
Fossilized, framed in history, demised
The mouth of the river is closed, shut down for now
We too, are no longer open, or for that matter, alive
Simply silenced, buried in the distant sand
As the river flows on to other lands, void of man
-Follow These Orders-
1.) Chew gum and walk
2.) Do what they said
3.) Say prayers at night
4.) Religion is dead. Keep it from your head
5.) Eat crackers in bed
---- I know your kind---- But never mind----
---- Sublime incongruities rise---- Follow these orders or die
There must be something more within existence
Something more than simple cause but I forget
1.) Chewing gum and walking are so complicated
2.) I can’t remember what they said, so I can’t do what they said
3.) What if I say prayers in day light? Will I be struck by lightning?
4.) If religion is dead, should I pray, again, for lightning?
5.) I have no bed. I have no crackers or gum. Maybe some other time I’ll follow orders given from above.
Only five rules, only five commandments.
I should follow them to the grave.
If only I had something to be saved
Priest and monk eat biscuits quietly
In the garden, delighted
Sunlight on tombstones pray
The dead don’t mind
Shaded by the stone cold church
In the past, whips lashed out perfect pain
Rained down salvation and enemy torture
Repent by fire, inspired by the style of the day
Water too was utilized to clear minds for rapture
Submerged souls sank from the atrocious boredom
Lead them not into temptation
Lost in translation of the word
Baptism is not a poison or a code
Once upon a time there was a host
Bread of life nourishes the church
Inside, behind stain glass windows, services begin
Solid walls hide solitude, pure silence in icy gray
Occasional wafer, dry bread, feeds congregants
Placed reverently on the religious minded tongues
By the purifiers, sterile, the men in long black robes
Rain, Rain, Rain!
The health of nature
The wealth of all
The life of an amature,
Rain, Rain, Rain!
How we play
How you burn me
How you wash my everything away,
Rain, Rain, Rain!
Come by everyday
How you drench us in April
How we miss you in May,
Rain, Rain, Rain!
Stay here forever
Stay here for us
Stay here for humans
Stay to clean us.