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Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Queen Esther The Song

(Esther 5: 2)



(Chorus:  Part 1)

Walk In Majesty
Walk In Grace
Walk With GOD
Shining On Your Face
And You Can Walk
Thru Any Place ...
                      Embraced


Prepare Your Steps
To Bring GOD Praise
Keep Your Stride
A Steady Pace
Walk In GOD's Ways
Thru Every Space ...
                     Embraced


(Chorus:  Part 2)


Walk Like Queen Esther
Brave & Beautiful
Walk Like Queen Esther
Divinely Dutiful

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guard You
On The Way


... Walk Like Queen Esther ...



Walk Like Queen Esther
In Love & Trust
Walk Like Queen Esther
and Move On
If You Must ...

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guide You
Through Always



and Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther



(Main Song)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

There Was No Hesitation
In His Heart's Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held His Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

But Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *


so Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/17/2013 
              by:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |

Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad | |

The Market Girl's Smile

She bowed her head to the ground,
Focused on the grains of dust,
Her skin glistened in the morning sun,
Sparkling like the rarest opal to be found.

Whenever she rarely raised her crown,
I would look straight into the portholes to her soul,
And see a princess who had been locked away,
My gaze confused her, she returned to looking down.

As she carried her load, she would not move slow,
The way a snail does when he carries his home,
In the small busy alleys, she transported like a squirrel,
She seemed rather troubled, I just wanted her face to show.

When she finally stopped I gave her a smile.
A smile to let her know that this time is only for a season,
A smile to let her know that this struggle is for a reason,
A smile to remind her that there is One guiding her every step,
                                                                            Cradling her heart,
                                                                            Calming all her fears.

I hugged her as we parted ways,
And as I broke away,
I experienced raw beauty,
Beauty in its original form, its original state
What you would understand to be a gracious smile,
I saw as her soul beaming out through her facial features,
She had been ignited like a mountain cave torch.

It was amazing to see her whole aura reset.
The market girl’s smile, I will never forget.

Copyright © REGINA OLADIPO | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Burlesque | |

What is next

I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.

Copyright © greg bell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Kara Jo

Kara Jo

Kara Joy is what we named her
Not so very long ago,
But as long as I remember
I’ve called her Kara Jo

Now you could say the acorn
Didn’t fall far from the tree,
Cause what you get with Kara Jo
Is a pretty, female, “me”

We share a love for reading
And movies, good or bad,
And she can spin a story
Again, just like her dad

No, we’re not carbon copies
One look will tell you that,
Because she’s young and beautiful
I’m getting old and fat
 
She has her way of doing things
And doing things her way,
And if she thinks that way is right
She’s kind of hard to sway

Much like her aging father
It seems to be the case,
“If everyone were more like us
It would be a better place”

She’d follow me when she was small
Trailing close behind,
But one dark day, life got real hard,
And we lost so much time

We went from daily interaction
To every now and then,
And if I’ve known a greater pain
I couldn’t tell you when

Sometimes I’d text her in the night
To say she made me proud,
In those times of darkened silence
That were deafeningly loud

She got her scars and bruises
Most I knew not of,
But in my ignorance and absence
I did my best to show my love

We both walked down some rugged roads
That led us from the Lord,
But in the end she set the standard
For me to strive toward

She left her pain and turned to God
I stayed beneath its cloud,
Sometimes at night she’d send me texts
To say I made her proud

By faith she did amazing things
I remember to this day
She prayed for a stranger’s broken-down car
He got in and drove away

I’ve watched her take some hard life blows
And still do the best she can,
Unaware that she inspires me 
To be a better man

I turned my blessings into curses
And struggled through each day,
She turned a “curse” into a blessing
And named her Rylie Jae

She’s watched me through my failures
And saw me when I’d fall,
And she always tried in her own way
To help me through it all

“Pure Delight” is what her name means
And it has proven so
But until the day I’m no longer here
I’ll call her Kara Jo

Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Human Trafficking

She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend,
but to others, she’s just a picture
in the end.

She’s a model,
She’s a stripper
She’s more than that—
She’s a victim.

She sells her body
but it takes a toll on her soul
And the money, well she has to hand it over
to her earthly master—
yep, the human trafficker.

The girl was tricked and nabbed
Escaping’s not a possibility
‘cause if she runs or blabs
they will strike her family.

They feed her drugs and lots of gin
Cause she hates all this
And has to fake all this
But buyers are fooled by her sexy grin.

Buyers buy, sell, and facilitate
because they have money to compensate
But would they really if they knew the truth that…
She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend
And ultimately, she’s God’s daughter
in the end.  

"It would be better for them to be thrown into the sea with a millstone tied around their neck than to cause one of these little ones to stumble." —Luke 17:2

*January is human trafficking awareness month.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

living in a dream world

you were there
and so was i
you in youre world and me in mine
yet somehow we werent there at all
and our worlds were just to small
together we would unite
leaving our old worlds behind
creating a new worlds together
one that we would share forever and ever
now here we are
as we have and always will be
in a world that we created
for only you and me
no longer in our own worlds 
but in our dream world

Copyright © stacy wampler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

Black Skies ,Lonely Heart

Black Skies, Lonely Heart.
For the miles we are away my soul departs.
You had it in the end and back at the start.
A bond between bonds ,never set apart.

The look in your eyes,
When my heart lost size
To my own despise.
Because of my Black Skies.

So I am here, and waiting,
watching you from miles away you are always captivating.
In the years and words I am stating,
They are hard to put out of my mouth ,my teeth are grating.

I break and look from miles away.
Hoping you shine and light the way.
Till the day that leads unto way
Where my black lonely heart comes back today.

Lonely Heart , Black Skies
I loved you ,from the look in you eyes
Fell in love with you once and now twice.
Now that I am stating they can't be lies.

Noticing what I lost at the start
The moment that I went to depart 
My Skies blackened inside my lonely heart.
Now I watch my soul fall apart.

I realized that without you there is no me
I was blind before but now I see 
I see what now you mean to me 
I love you now for eternity
Now and forever times infinity.

Black Skies, Lonely Heart.
For the miles we are away my soul departs.
You had it in the end and back at the start.
A bond between bonds ,never set apart.
~Gregory Taylor Watson

Copyright © Greg Watson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

Love's Strong Bond And Guiding Hand

There once was a young, freckled faced girl, who had the world
wrapped around her finger. 
The world was glad to be touched by such a precious hand as hers. 
Talent did flow from 
these precious hands to the artist's canvas. 
Dreams never ceased, and love did flow. The 
sky was the limit, of what God and this young girl could achieve.  

In a small farming town, there was a young man, 
the fourth brown eyed, curly haired son of five boys from a 
loving couple. He worshipped God, 
and worked hard on his job and also at church for Jesus. He had 
a simple prayer one day to find a christian wife to 
be his help mate. God has a plan for your 
life, even if we don't see it.

The freckled face girl, was not expecting
to find a life long mate in Butler, GA, the home of 
her grandparents, because she too had 
prayed for a christian man to share her life. The girl 
had to mature and find her way in the world, 
then God put a matchmaker into her life.

The Curly haired young man of twently nine,
thought that God had not heard his prayer, he 
moved out of his parents home to make his
way in the world. His neighbor Mrs. Laurette 
Stewart, thought he would make a fine husband
for the freckled face girl. A blind date was 
set, it was love at first sight and God had
found a mate for the young couple that prayed.

Inspried by James Fraser's poem Farm Girl

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

Delphine my staR

She sticks cons a fate
listening the young Bach
Jean Sebastian before the goodness
before the consciousness
after the Joy
to sing her first
her absolute perfect accordance

Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

The Girl Who Was My Wife

The Girl Who Was My Wife

The largest portion of my life 
Seventeen years of time,
A beautiful girl, who was my wife
Now, no longer mine

I blame no one but myself
In the fracture of her heart,
She did her best to keep it whole
As I tore it apart

I met her when we both were young
Our heads so full of dreams,
We did everything together
Just yesterday it seems

No formal education,
Not arrogant or loud
But in everything she ever did,
She always made me proud

She may not even know it,
She may not even care,
But I cherish every single year
When I knew she was there

I miss her words of wisdom,
I mess her sage advice,
I miss the look of love
I used to see within her eyes

I miss here gentle smile, 
The scent of her blonde hair,
Her plain and simple presence
That’s now no longer there,

She’d lift me up when I was down, 
And help me dry my tears,
She’d chase away the boogey man,
And calm my endless fears,

She tried so hard to make it work,
I tried hard to make it not,
And what I fought so hard for,
I suppose I finally got,
Our family left in tatters,
As best as I could tell,
And all the years since then, for me,
Have been a living hell

I tried again a couple times
As I’m sure she did too,
But no one else could take her place
And do the things she’d do

So now I cry at night alone,
No one to dry my tears,
At the mercy of the boogey man,
And all my endless fears

I tried to keep my hope alive,
That we might try again,
But my dead hope has been entombed,
Knowing we’re not even friends

And as I see her from afar,
I know how much I miss,
Her love, her touch, her gentle ways,
And yes, her tender kiss,

This one thing I want her to know,
The girl who was my wife,
She’s the best thing I have ever had,
Through my entire life

Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl: Our Final Encounter

‘Come over here and behold that beautiful place’ 
Longing and desire were written on her face 
She peered timidly through the window in the room
The garden was lovely: its flowers were in bloom

‘Would you like to set foot in that lovely garden?’
Her yearning eyes gazed at the delightful fountain
That stood so magnificently in the centre
Despite her longing, I sensed great fear within her 

‘I’m afraid to go there,’ her eyes were filled with fear
‘You don’t have to be afraid now, I am right here’
‘I have never left this room before - I am afraid
So afraid that people will hurt me,’ the girl said

‘I know you’ve been hurt before, ever so deeply
But we’re not alone; Christ was scourged for you and me
He knows the sting of betrayal by those He loves
He was even forsaken by His Father above’

‘Jesus is extending His nail-pierced hands to you
He is asking you to “Come, let us start things anew”
His nail-scarred hands will heal those traumatic memories
In His arms, you will find true solace and safety’

The little girl took my hand; we walked out the door
Our hearts were racing; unsure of what was in store
The little girl came to a halt at the threshold
Her fear and anxiety, she could not withhold

‘Let me stand here and behold this place for a while’
I nodded at her request with a knowing smile
She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her pallid face
With new strength, she said, ‘Let us enter this new place’

We crossed the threshold and walked into the garden
Its elegance was like the Garden of Eden
A perfect place before it was tainted by sin
‘We can now start anew; this is where we’ll begin’

We were strolling along smooth cobblestones walkways 
Savouring the fragrance of flowers in midday
Relishing the sweet melodies of chirping birds
Enjoying the sensations that nature conjured

Our leisure steps led us to a charming white swing
That I held and steadied, to keep it from swaying
The little girl sat down and asked, ‘Could you swing me?’
I nodded and acquiesced to her request with glee

The garden echoed with the sound of her laughter
At that moment, I realised I’ve forgiven her
Towards her, I no longer bore any anger
The love of God has reconciled us together

Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl: Our First Encounter

There is a little girl hidden in my closet
She is someone I have been trying to forget
I am older than her, but we share the same name
My past and her present fill us with guilt and shame

As I drew closer to where the girl lay hidden
I gripped the closet's knob with great hesitation
An indescribable fear brought me to my knees
I could not imagine what I dreaded to see

Mustering some courage, I got up on my feet
With trembling hands, I opened the closet to meet
The poor, helpless little girl - the ghost of my past
I have released her from her hiding place at last

I knew I should be by her side, comforting her
'It was not your fault,' were words I could not utter
Emotions overtook me, I wept bitterly
I said, 'I wish you have not grown up to be me!'

'Oh, why did you not prevent her from hurting me?
Why did you remain silent in your misery?
No, I cannot forgive you for all you have done!
I will lock you up; keep you hidden from the sun!'

I shoved the girl into the closet violently
And slammed the doors shut without a trace of pity
She deserved to be punished for what she has done
Her aura haunts my memories, every single one

Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl: Our Second Encounter

I stood in the corner of a dimly lit room
It was a room of darkness, depression and gloom
I looked fearfully at the closet and shuddered
'Should I open that closet again?' I wondered

The dark closet loomed ominously before me
Sweat dripped from my hand as it gripped the knob tightly
I shut my eyes, hoping to block out the flashbacks
The nightmares of the past that kept flooding back

I felt like I was coming face to face with death
I calmed myself down, inhaled and took a deep breath
With great effort, I opened the closet slowly
The creaking of the rusty hinges unnerved me

The little girl sat curled up, her eyes were downcast
With much grief, I beheld the shadow of my past
This time, I felt no anger, but only sorrow
I could not hold back the tears that began to flow

I knelt down to face the girl who couldn’t look at me
‘I cannot forgive you now,’ I told her frankly 
‘But I’m certain that Jesus has forgiven you
He loves you and understands what you’re going through’

‘There is no sinner too depraved for His mercy 
His grace covers our shame, we’re no longer filthy
In spite of our failures, brokenness, wounds and scars
I know that He accepts us for who we are’

I rose and closed the doors of the closet gently
I left them unlocked and put away the key
For I knew that we will see each other again
To uncover our buried and unspoken pain

Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl: Our Third Encounter

I sat on a sofa at one end of the room
The familiar room of darkness, sadness and gloom
On the other end, the girl sat comfortably
A great distance filled the space, between her and me

The silence between us was deafening to me
We were like strangers, who shared the same identity
‘I’m starting to accept you as a part of me
Though I can’t forgive you yet,’ I said honestly

All this while, the poor little girl remained silent 
The cuts and scars on her wrist were a testament
Of the shame we felt and self-hatred we bore
Of the emotional pain we tried to ignore

She broke the silence as she looked me in the eye
‘I don’t want to live anymore, I just want to die 
These wounds are deep and raw, they would not stop hurting
Till I leave earth for heav’n, a place with no suffering’

As I beheld my own scars, my eyes welled with tears 
Very often, I have longed for death to draw near
I felt her pain, her loss of desire to live
We were hoping that death would grant us some reprieve

I shifted my gaze to look the girl in the eye
‘I know you don’t want to live, you just want to die 
I feel the same way too, in death I sought reprieve 
But I know in my heart that God wants us to live.’

The girl asked, ‘How do you know God wants us to live?’
I said, ‘Satan lures us with death; us he deceives
But God has saved us countless of times from death 
His family has kept us from drawing our last breath’

Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Little Girl: Our Fourth Encounter

We were seated in the room of darkness and gloom
I asked the girl, ‘Why do you hide in this dark room?’
Her eyes watered as she held on to a basket
She said, ‘There are many things I want to forget

I don’t want to come out, I want to stay hidden’
The items in the basket seemed like a burden
That she could not part with but could not carry
‘What does that basket contain?’ I asked cautiously

The girl lowered the basket to reveal some toys
Assorted toys that would bring most children joy
Those toys have been tainted with acts of guilt and shame
Acts that we were coaxed to carry out as a game

Exposed, I felt stripped of my worth and dignity
My being was violated like damaged property
I felt complicit in those acts, I was to blame
For letting my body be wrecked by acts of shame

Speechless, I looked at the little girl helplessly
Tearful, my eyes were like rivers that gushed freely
The loss of childhood innocence brought me much grief
I prayed that God would grant us freedom and relief

I broke the silence after much contemplation
‘I hope you’ll one day come out of isolation
And enjoy yourself in a beautiful garden
One as beautiful as the Garden of Eden’

Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2016