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Details | Free verse |

Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).


Details | Rhyme |

We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer.  It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


Details | Free verse |

CHOICE OF LIFE

written 29th June 2013



Recalling that day at school, the teacher set that task..
 what do you want to be? she asked the class..

My answer was simple, so I had thought...
 to be a mum, I'd have six kids and live on a farm

If you would believe, that's exactly what I received
 but it was not made to come with ease

For the fathers I had sadly chose, became prideful and greedy!
 never til now did it cross my mind, my babies would someday not need me 

Leaving me again to think, what do I really want to be
 as faith would have it, as it had been planned so I'd see

For the FIRST! time, direction would finally enter into my life
 poetry writer; was soon to amount of me, after I'd become a wife

Now poems are continuously raging within my head, all wanting to be read
 as I failed English on an epic scale, to believe this dream inside of my head

At 38 years old, I see my life heading back to school
 maybe this time round, I won't play the class fool!


Details | Narrative |

Tata Madiba

Some believe that many names is a 
sign of stature, of importance.
How appropriate Tata that you are called
father, well as all those other monikers

Father of so many, how did you fill the time?
Three short steps, two regular, from one end 
of day, to another then back again, and again
Plenty of time to think, to brew a strong disdain
yet tea and mercy are your thirst and hunger

Monumental change can come with oppressive legions,
masks on, bayonets fixed, marching, 
toe-in-step, step-in-toe, closing in,
or much more slowly, with a well-tempered gait
and careful steps, feeling a way to a new life

Sharpeville a dusty, bloody turning tide
turning emergency of state to state of emergency
yet another rational, to push, to oppress,
yet another opportunity to protest saying
"a change is gonna come", yet to wait on

I remember hearing on that cold northern Sunday
that you would be released, and drop into sight
after so many seasons, I became slightly aware,
vague to the happenings of the world, 
as ascension starts to awaken me

The life of president of a country is full,
full of courageous opportunity, and pitfalls,
but to transform a nation from majority oppression,
to an erect healing democracy, is a gift of stature,
of moral fortitude, decency, a respect for humanity.

Tata, the nation of South Africa, owes much
to its first democratically elected black leader
The world, owes much to the example of you.

© Goode Guy 2013-06-28

http://www.nelsonmandela.org/content/page/names


Details | Classicism |

JUDGE ME NOT

I WILL NOT HIDE BEHIND A DEGREE!
I WILL NOT CURL UP BEHIND A LABEL!
I WILL NOT WAIVER IN MY FAITH
I WILL TRUST HIM,REMAIN CALM AND STABLE
I WILL NOT DROWN MY SORROWS IN WINE
I WILL NOT ESCAPE MY PAIN IN COCAINE LINES
I WILL NOT GET LOST IN MY TV.
BUT I  WILL BE FREE AND JUST BE ME
I WILL RADIATE WITH JOY
I WILL RESPOND TO NEGATIVITY WITH LOVE AND COY
I WILL BREAK THESE PRISON WALLS
IF YOU GET SHORT WITH ME
I SHALL REMAIN TALL.
I WILL NOT GIVE YOU ANY OF MY POWER
I WILL NOT GIVE YOU MY KINDNESS TO DEVOUR
I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TREASON
I WILL LOVE YOU FOR NO REASON
I WILL RISE ABOVE THIS DOUBT
I WILL HAVE COURAGE AND JUST COME OUT
I WILL MOVE FORWARD AND KEEP GOING
THERE IS NOW WAY THAT I WILL  STOP
IF I HAVE TO CRAWL,SQUEAL,KNEEL OR HOP
I WILL LIVE
I SHALL NOT DIE
I WILL RISE ABOVE
AND KISS THE SKY


Details | Epic |

Gregor the Slowest

Gregor the slowest
Felt nothing but fear
To prove he was worthy
He must kill a deer
A great giant bat
Was chasing him far
He ran and he ran
Towards that tiny North star

The deer weighed a lot
Tied to his small back
He tripped and he fell
He was under attack!
He drew out his sword 
Sort of stumpy and dull
And brandished it boldly
Like the horn of a bull


He slew the fierce beast
Stabbed him with a strong hand
Then he continued to travel
Just like he had planned
But he, he was careless
Not looking around
Big lots of danger
So soon would abound

He tripped and he fell
Like the cretin he was
Right into the swamp
Full of monsters and fuzz
Then all of a sudden
He felt a strange thing
A nip and a nibble
And then a sharp sting

He jumped like a moose
Right out of his skin
He saw a large rat
To his leg it did cling
A bash of his hand 
Then a kick and a stomp
But to no avail
The rat did still romp


He sat in despair
He cried and he sobbed
And he could not swim
So he had to bob
A rat on his leg 
And his face in the mud
He would have been dead
He was in deep crud

But Harry was near
The God of the Dumb
A snap and a crackle
He was out of the scum
Hooray! he did shout
Yippee! and Booyaw!
Then he sat down to chat 
With his savior, the God

“Oh dearest Harry,
My life you did save
To tell you my story
You must be the brave
It is very thrilling, 
A strong heart you must bear
I’ll start from the outset
Its truthful, I swear!”


Gregor felt empty
He needed a friend
He came across Zera
His heart she to mend
But she was a princess
A beauty, a crest
Gregor needed some help
To prove he was best

So he went to the wood
To kill a great deer
He rode off like lightning
Just a small bit of fear
Deer large as a house
Ran into the path
Gregor ran after
But got way off track

Lost as a donkey
He neighed and he brayed
Galloping in circles
His terror displayed
He sat down and cried
But out of the night
Came a huge giant bat
All ready to fight


“And that is my tale”
Said he with a smile
Harry sat straight
And thought for a while
Then he got up and took
Gregor by his small hand
He led him back home
To his native land

Harry led him to Zera
So he could say hi
He said hi very well
And his fortunes did fly
They fell deeply in love
And had many kids
Now Gregor has friends
And a few little squids

And that is the tale 
Of poor little Greg
His fortunes did rise
Right out of the dregs
With some help, he flew
Right out of his hole
Didn’t need to dig down
Like a little blind mole


Details | Free verse |

We Are the Fountain

We Are the Fountain

Yes we are the fountain 
For those who need Christ
Yes we must let our fountain flow 
With the faith, love, understanding,and unity
Yeas were the fountain of Christ 
To spread and share His message 
With all People of all Nations
Yes we are the fountain 
To ever flow with God’s word

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Classicism |

Calling Out

The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole



Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart



I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace



Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me



But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much



I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.



Written By:©Betty Bolden


Details | Classicism |

To Face The Day

She stares not up to face the sky,
To see the clouds that float on by.
She stares not down to watch her feet,
The concrete and dirt which they might meet.
She stares but one way and that’s straight ahead,
To face the day until it’s dead.

She’ll think no bad thoughts to mar the day.
She’ll think of nothing wrong to say.
She’ll think not of the things she’s lost.
She’ll think not of the moments she’s tossed.
She’ll think one thing to make it right,
And that’s to face the day without a fight.

She does no wrong to face a cell,
Or wind up at the gates of hell.
She tells no lies and brings no harm.
She’ll never twist a stranger’s arm.
She’ll do just this to make life great,
Face each day and walk on straight.


Details | Verse |

The Skittish Scottish Lass

To the right a long horizon awaits
Where the words ingested take form
And the wood around shields her from
The taken-for-granted norm.
Endless plains before her eyes
Seem emptied of any need
Except to aimlessly drift there
Where fear and care are freed.

Never lonely when alone
An opened book is her best friend
Whispering sweet somethings in her ear
Softly demanding that she tend 
To nothing more, and naught else
Than affairs of no concern
To anyone including herself
But there's so much to unlearn.

A noble's daughter expected to wed
The man she does not love
Raised from birth to be his wife
As if but a satin glove
To wear until it is worn-out.
But ties that bind two clans together
Are too strong for her to break
And its tempest she must weather.

Leaving girlhood far behind
Her left hand clutching the book 
Alas, she exits her solitude
Without a backward look.


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