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Thank you God for bird eggs

When love lies in a crypt unnamed
And it's fire lives on lips untamed
And the wild fury wakes from it's sleep
to find the who or what it seeks
With thirst and hunger of the starving
Armed with strength men find alarming
and the valor of a silent knight
Antisipating whatever unknown fight
built for battle and not for flight
Searching both the days and nights
for the thing that illudes the sight
Made of love and things measured
identified by hopes and things treasured
Found only by the eyes of the soul
to satisfy an insatiable goal
Where only grace can intercede
and the lonely has met its chosen seed
To give to it's own special need
That one of which the dreamer dreamt
That angel for whom the eyes have wept
The secrets that one's heart has kept
All fulfilled to the deepest depth
To the place where inspiration ferried
and to the person imagination carried
All wrapped in things called thought
Inescapable this thing where it's caught
My heaven, where my paradise is you
My perfect, is everything you do
My soul has found its rest
with love, that turned my crypt into a nest
With you, my soul has been blessed
with peace, and this is happiness.

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

Seeking God In Nature

DeDraconi's Sonnet

Seeking God in nature

If you seek God then look around you
In life’ sweet beauty you will find him there
In the flowers or in the morning dew
Who with you, their hues and perfumes share.

In the lake that shines beneath the sun
You’ll find him there. He’ll look into your face
He’ll be there too when morning has begun
As the birds sing out in wondrous grace

When the lightning comes, and thunder rolls
As the rain pours down and the winds blow strong
You’ll feel him as a whisper in your soul
He’ll comfort you with his soothing song.

When you close your eyes, and see your self
You’ll feel the silence, then, you’ll know he’s here
He’s always here. He is your hidden wealth
Whispering his message loud and clear.

He’s everywhere, always here, he is
Everywhere he is, is filled with bliss

DeDraconis Sonnet
Topic: Nature
9/10/10/9 for 4 stanza's 
ending 9/9
alternating rhyme schemes 
a/b/a/b/ c/d/c/d/ e/f/e/f/ g/h/g/h i/i
Left Justified

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

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Seeing God's Wonder

Seeing God’s wonder

Six lovely swans they surf the lake
Oh, what a picture they do make
So graceful, and so handsome too
I sit here by the lake, I do
Watch the ripples made by breeze
I look at lovely waving trees
I marvel at these swans so black
As swamp hens wander down the track

What is the world we’re living in?
We humans make it oh so grim
Yet beauty it is everywhere
Showing that God is always there
Smiling down with his caring eyes
Even though we are not too wise wise
He showers us with so much joy
While all we do is just destroy

So I just sit here by the lake
Loving my life for loves own sake
Gaining wisdom from life’s sweet love
As falcon circles high above
Bringing to me his majesty
Introducing God’s mystery
I feel the joy of everything
As angels posed as birds, do sing

31 March 2016

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

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As God Nurtures Me

As God Nurtures Me

Such peace it fills my very soul
I awake this morning feeling whole
Everything is beautiful
I am the man who has it all
A wife, and children, grandchildren too
A heart all filled with love so true
Oh, what else could I ever need?
Of love, immortal, I’m the seed

I look above me, sun is out
Sweet beauty, it is all about
The birds they sing their sweet, sweet song
It’s in this world I do belong
I’m so happy, so much joy
Is in me. Naught can this destroy
I have it all, just everything
Forever more my heart will sing

I meditate with each new morn
Through this such peace each day is born
I am, I am that’s all I need
I’m born again. my soul is freed
All I want is now, that’s all
Each day, it is so beautiful
God gave me peace. He gave me love
He nurtures me from up above

17 January 2016

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pantoum | |

Song Bird's Melody

As the birds seem to be singing for me 
I quietly sit in sweet serenity 
I sit with warm sunshine on my face 
I float and drift to a far off  place 

I quietly sit in sweet serenity 
I listen to the song bird's melody 
I float and drift to a far off place 
I am reminded of God's constant  Grace 

I listen to the song bird's melody 
As I'm witnessing God's Divinity 
I am reminded of God's constant Grace 
My worries with hope are replaced 

My worries with hope are replaced 
I sit with warm sunshine on my face 
I'm finally gaining much needed clarity 
As the birds seem to be singing for me 

               -C.A.Saputo xoxo 

Copyright © Christine Saputo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Thank You God

After the storm gale force red a calm light filled baby blue sky 
whistling birds singing a choir of divine beauty fills the air 
deeply warm touching without profit costing nothing 
fills inside with strength casting dark shadows out always remains
enveloped within prayer death love one's power inside weakness pure

White sparsely scattered mother of pearl clouds cap Snow mountain 
sweeping over Amazing grace dreams casting magic spells spring
Coming down the High plain gazing towards Trawbegga bay
Tides enchanting a dark shade of blue distant thoughts brew 
without cost profits nothing spirit of kindness overwhelming true beams

A cool spring breeze dusting the brow speaks
silently warm finger rays paint a beautiful garden Eden 
Bells tolling calling the flock to worship kneeling humble 
Spirit of freedom cries in the town of the Sunday cross 
blessed I am oh Lord in this amazing view honored by your deep presence 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

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Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

It's On My Mind

I opened my mind
Listening with my wounded heart
Again , I see the skies
Called heavenly
They amaze me
Hypnotizing my brain
Creating a serenity
Their beauty in my eyes
My eyes deep set with reality
Bruised with my soul
The hues are brilliance
This morning they become me
I missed the sunrise today
However I am blessed
Blue skies beauteous
On my mind
The sunshine on my face
On this new born day
I am silently listening
I missed the birds today
Singing to me
They usually chirp
God's beauty in my heart
The sky a work of art
I am still amazed
I then appreciate
Listening each morn
I love the new day born
It has opportunity
Optimistically
I challenge it
Today thus I see it fit
I'll listen too
To the muse
At eve when into the night
I'll watch the evening twilight
Listening too with the wounded heart
They will twinkle
Again this beauteous sight
Will be on my mind
With footsteps
They too amaze me
I share this with you
Day by day
God , I am with 
Each day anew........

Copyright © stacey law | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification | |

TO TRANSLITERATE FATE

Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens (that) fly high in the sky…
Solemnly seizing Martin Luther’s time (of)
Religion and precarious minds…
White men personified lost their lives (without) 
Fear or compromise…

Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens of their time (were)
Grave to Jackson’s mental denial of the Missouri Compromise…
The Confederate flag yet hangs high.
White men lives personified were of manifold (because) 
Fear or compromise was not a greater source.

Blackbirds in the sunshine (are like)
Eagles soaring high in the sky…
Solemn to Civil Rights time (while)
Ritualizing a political asylum (caused by)
Oppression and incarceration of the mind…
Transition is denied; but oh, transgression defines.
________________________________________________|
Written March 4, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Keats Nightingale

Keats’ Nightingale

The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, 
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.

Keats says that the nightingale exemplifies nature as active, 
As bestowing upon all human beings meaning, sense and worth, 
Since the bird’s song objectifies how nature truly is effective,
Fulfilled by happiness, and aimed at contentment and rebirth. 

Nature triggers in us thoughts and words to settle and allure, 
Offers us our language to dispel pain and find the cure, 
And Keats contends that poetry, the credibility of its form,
Epitomises what nature proffers, a receptacle rather warm. 

When you feel awkwardly suicidal with nowhere else to turn, 
Nature lullabies you into your own sense, one you can rip and burn;
No controlled access freeways, no road signs for your safety, 
Only soft, quiet communication that's never guilty of brevity. 

Just as nature is beautiful, so Keats claims people as beautiful too,
As he uses the word beauty right in the middle of his nature exposé;
He referred to flora, the moon, the stars, the forest and what seems true,
Tnat song of the nightingale that's for anyone, as this bird is not choosey.

He suggests that light or positivity in nature means movement,
That the soft breeze dispels the gloom and mossy pavement; 
Quantum physics does reduce matter back down to interactive particles, 
In which kinetic energy can be mistaken for minuscule, motionless articles.

His mentor is the nightingale as part of nature’s whole,
No minister or clergyman to advise him on his soul,
Stillness and bird song scent his poisoned air surrounding,
And it is all but for the silence of that beauteous music, astounding.

Nature does not irritate him when he surmises and introspects, 
But upholds itself in majestic grandeur with unquestionable prospects; 
It speaks about life, your life, your daily happenings and exotic dreams,
And forever exists for us when sense is just not within our means. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Gods Perfect Plan

Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly

Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did

I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so

God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea

But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man

Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone

Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make

God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him

But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past

now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him

























Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle | |

The Time Store

I want to go to the time store and buy more
Another year another day to
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for. 

We could sit on the beach and watch the shore 
Go to a still lake and fish from a canoe
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

I want to keep every promise to you I ever swore
Bake fresh bread with you to dip in cheese fondue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Let's tell our kids all of your family lore 
Adopt new kittens and listen to their mew
I want to go to the time store and buy more.

Let's paint a rainbow using every color
Mix and invent new ones with a unique hue
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

With bent knees, we'll pray on the floor
Praise God for little things like morning dew
I want to go to the time store and buy more
Enjoy simple things we didn't make time for.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Ignorantly intelligent

Burrowed in a nest, built by their mother
A peaceful brood, snuggled up with each other
Show no concern about their next meal
They know she'll return, their bellies she'll fill
Living for the moment, for this moment is their life
Rain will replenish.  Tasty worms, a rife
Surely tomorrow will bring dawn and then dusk
What is yet to come, with God they entrust
If tomorrow comes and the sun doesn't show
Then they will deal because then they will know
As for now they rest peacefully, no reason to rush
Breathe in the fresh air and mid morning hush
How intelligent these creatures, thought lesser than man
Instincts to survive without having a plan

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pastoral | |

Forgotten?

I saw a bird fall from the sky, I watched a grown man 

as sit on the corner with his only possessions left in his 

life as he cried…I meet a girl who had never seen a sun 

rise, because she was blind. I watched as a mother as 

she held her only son as he died, he had been the victim 

of a drive by. I meet a man who had lost both his legs 

because he had been hit by a drunk driver as he cross 

the street...every time he would think of it, he would 

grind his teeth. I meet a man who was once a Priest who 

had he lost his faith in God because of a thief…With all 

these things that I have seen, you would think or wonder 

how I could still believe that there is a God that cares? 

I stopped I paused as I started to think. The bird that fell 

from the sky, had baby birds that had just left the nest 

and that man on the corner was still alive and he could 

walk, the blind girl smelled things I could not see, the 

mother who lost her son, was now an advocate to stop 

violence on the street, the man who lost his legs could 

still think, the Priest was not dead and his faith was not 

suppose to be in man, but only in God… and we all seem to 

have forgot, God had not failed them but he was building 

them up, for each one them that had something taken from 

them, but they still had their life…all, but the bird…except 

for her baby birds that had just left the nest. God had not 

forgotten those people but it seems that they had forgotten him.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Blessings

~Blessings~ (Free Verse) This morning I took a walk Outside was so very warm Nice would be the word to use With the sun in all its form Around me, the air so fresh Everything looked so good I just savored my cup of tea And thanked God, yes, I did For everything He does For the birds everyday I hear And for the butterflies I see fly This fine morning, so very clear I thank God, for all his Love And all his bleesings, from above. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 April.24.2015
~ In God I Trust! ~

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Dreamer: The Wood Nymph

~~Dreamer The Wood Nymph~~ Dreamer the wood nymph, with a jealous heart looked on She wanted to trap Zeus the God and keep him for her own Immortal life her children would receive if a God she mated Although she may never age - for immortal children she felt she was fated. Zeus was her God, her man, even though Hera was his wife It cut her small nubile heart in two, the pain twisted as a knife She must practice her weaving art to catch and hold him tight, She dreamed of immortal children through days and into night. She flitted through the woods, in naked and splendorous beauty She tried all the tricks she knew right down to shaking her booty. Watching the birds making their nests she hatched a plan to snare To practise her weaving spells she began, for in weaving she had a flare. The little Ploaceidae or the small perching bird was the one she did choose She would practise her skills by making him weave, that’s whom she would use. A gregarious little bird, she taught him what to do With long grass and fibres he twisted and wove his nest anew. The first time it fell apart - but Dreamer the wood nymph practised with him now She needed it strong if Zeus she was to keep - it must stick to its bough The weaver bird learnt and wove a magic nest, so proudly he showed it off It held out the sun and rain and stuck tight - to the weaver birds our hats we doff. Then to show it off he invited, the females in to come and admire When one did like the design she moved in, and gave him his desire. Dreamer our little nymph that wanted to mate a God Decided to weave her house and invite him in, she didn’t think it odd. Her nubile naked form, she danced in the entrance grand Zeus spotted her and left the sky, she lead him by the hand They loved in the wood nymphs nest that she had learnt to spin so well Her child was born immortal but Dreamer the nymph began to tell. Zeus was angry at her tales and his wife was not amused He turned wood nymph Dreamer into a bird - now her skills to use. Her children now immortal, weaving through the continents Their little nests so competent because their skills were heaven sent.
For Tracie~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest: Dreamer the wood nymph who dreamed of imortal children but had to mate with a God to get them, her dream came true when he turned her into a Weaver Bird weaving their amazing nests forever. (not recognised mythology)

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose | |

Making A Difference

Making A Difference                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
Perhaps a less observing person would have run over the little bird; But I will always believe that God assigned me to save the life of a sparrow.   Jesus once said that God sees every sparrow that falls. Alone in a parking lane, the little birdie was in a very precarious position, and I immediately proceeded to rescue him.  

After picking him up, I wondered regarding the whereabouts of his loved ones.  Moreover, at this point I did not have a clue about what to do with him.  I then looked upwards, lifted my arms, and released the sparrow to the opened sky.  The birdie flapped his wings and flew away.                                            

The sight of those flapping wings is forever fixated in my mind, and that moment is among the proudest of my life.  No, I had not made a major contribution to heal the ills of the world, or found a cure for cancer, nor brokered a path to peace in the Middle East; But I had made a difference in the life of a sparrow.

There's a story of a man picking up star fish and throwing them back to the sea.  As he was rescuing star fish one by one, another gentleman walked by.  Observing the action, he questioned what difference would such an endeavor make.  The man lifted another star fish, and throwing him back into the ocean, he said, “It made a difference to him”.

From my encounter with a sparrow on a sunny afternoon, I learned a most valuable lesson.  The differences that we make are not measured by us, but rather by the receiver.
  		
In a very real way, the sparrow was abandoned and left alone in a very dangerous place  to fend for himself.  If he needed food, I had none. If he needed water to cool his thirst, again, I had none.  I soon realized that I had nothing of value to offer the little sparrow.  That is, until I discovered that what the little birdie really needed was something I did have, and could give him.  He never needed me to teach him to fly, because he was born to fly.  I simply gave him a “lift”, and that was what he needed more than anything else.  May we dare to give some kind of  “Lift”  to our world.

04182015 PS Contest, A Poem You Are Proud Of, by SKAT A

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Bird Man : a Christmas story Part one

They were and are always there and here and just are.
uncreated, unworldly Light, brighter than brightest star.
too complex for our proud little minds to fathom.
The Person of the Almighty Father, the Generator always was and will be,
The Person of the Son, Mirror, Word of the Father, and always will be.
The Person of the Spirit, the Sigh of Love between the Two .
These are the Persons of One God who are Three.

There was a man who did not and would not believe,
who could blame him; in a world set to deceive.
He believed in a God perhaps but not that Christ was His Son,
he saw God in Nature; of Christ’s church he would have none.
his family believed and that was alright with him.
he stayed home to watch nature: That was no sin.

Before all we know that was, there was Love,
So Pure a Love that we as mere humans cannot know,
Such palpable Joy and abundant Life They wished to share.
in Each Other They knew as God what They would do.
and it came to be. A Divine opportunity for you and me.
to share in that Wholesomeness of Life and Love.
to be created in His Image with intellect and will.

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011

Details | Acrostic | |

The Final God

The last survivor of the human race
Depicting General
Master and genius
Night time
Food alert
Dangerous flying
Nightly heavens
Packed ditch
Troy surrenders
Zeus is more
Gandhi falls
Hunger of a nation
When the time comes
General heat
To fly
For five hundred parts

Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC | |

Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.

Copyright © Omesha Curry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Lark's Melody

I am vowed by the long tail of the bright falling star,
delighted by the notes of my guitar;
Its sheer brightness,
reveals the Heavens,
it resembles fireflies flickering in the night's vastness. 

I begin to dream under the shimmering firmament, 
and with closed eyelids, I start to count;
I seem lost into the blue,
images come into view,
then the night covers me with sparkling dew.

I put aside every doubt and enter the atmosphere,
such a mystic place of enlightenment to share;
Unbounded,
I behold
all creation done by His hand to be forever praised.

I am vowed by the adventurous flight of a beautiful lark,
admiring the loveliness of the night so calm and dark;
his wings flutter,
he goes far,
in this wilderness he moves freely owning sky and air.  

Can we learn the lark's melody
and sing it to the Almighty?


Entered in Mystic Rose's contest,
" Answer Me "
Won 2nd place
Contest judged on 4/20/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry | |

Only God knows

How many flowers
bloom 
and how many fall
down everyday
Nobody knows….

Even Though flowers
bloom
and birds sing in
the garden everyday
Even though spring
comes every year
Bees dance in the
garden
and butterflies
fly….

How much water falls
in the sea
everyday from the
rivers
How much air flows
into a storm….

How much love and
hate
arise everyday in
our minds
How many lives and
deaths
occur everyday,
every hour, every
moment
Only God knows…..

Copyright © Mohammad Abedin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

auriel

enlightenment came in the form of a finch, and perched itself on my windowsill. 
for an infinite moment, existence was explained to me in complex simplicity. tears swelled in my eyes as the bird opened my mind to the meaning of the golden backlighting of the warm, summer afternoon- how fear doesn't exist and time is the essence and the grass is greenest where i stand, if i'd only open my eyes. 
i listened, both intently and emotionally, to the unspoken wisdom of his flashing, yellow wings. in their movement, i felt the weight of existentialism and the nullity of perception and the importance of personal experience. 
it was this day that the dawning was golden, and i soaked it in in a split second for a thousand lifetimes.

Copyright © jamfox rock | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode | |

Each God Given Day

A bird’s life … Mean and meager Eking out A hard existence Each and every day… Yet always they strive Are e’er eager Existing out of Pure persistence Each and every day… And wrest the best From their meager Subsistence And take what they’re given …From each God given day…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Life's Meaning

My Life’s Meaning
By Curtis Johnson

Where do we fine the purpose of it all?
What does it all really mean?
What does life mean to me?

I have been young, and now, I’m getting older.
I’m thriving to be wiser, before I close my folder.
If we are willing to learn, life is willing to teach.
Life is learning, being taught; life is teaching others.
If we are willing to listen, the sounds of life will reach.
O the whispers of the wind! What melodies the birds sing!

May greed  not be pleasing.                                                                      May there be bread enough, with a little bacon.
May the peace makers and keepers prevail.                                                 May nothing be missing nor broken.
I want to give more than I receive,                                                         before my last words are spoken.

If you are willing to receive, life has much to give.
Quiet snow flacks and rain; departed pains from hurricanes
Take what life gives, make the best of it, laugh, live, and love.

Yes. Sometimes, bad things will happen to good people and all of us.
When trials come with blinding dust, be still and do not rush.

We do not always know what life will bring or share.
We do know that others care, and will help us bare.
We pick our peaks and climb, ascending with the passage of time.
We wait our turn; don’t break in line; and continue on being kind.

There are  peaks and valleys; there are some tricks; but there are far more treats.
Life is sometimes cold and bitter; it is also warm and sweet.
There is a little of the bad, sad, and ugly; but life is really mostly good.
Life can’t be all good, because we don’t always do the things we should.

Ignore the promises of the “quick fix”; it takes time for the wounds to heal.
Don’t seek the “get rich quickies”; such  likes are usually schemes and tricky.
Breathe in; breathe out; it’s worth a shout, no doubt.
So slow it down a notch or two, and get to know the good life.

Take some time off; take a break; get away; take a walk along the beach.
Take a trip, but not on a plane; relax and take it easy on a slow moving train.
Rest, relax, and recreate; don’t answer the phone too quickly; smell the roses.
Live and love the good life; pick a rose, or maybe two; share them with someone you love.
Life has lasting meaning  to me, given by one who said, “Be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves”.
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Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015