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Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


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CRICKET

**Example for my contest.**

THE CRICKET  


chirp chirp!


Visions of my past why are they following me?

Leave me the h3!! Alone,

Let me be, the earth is my home. 

I am not willing to fly free allowing my deception to roam free.

A passion I no longer see.

I find myself lying on this grass all alone.

Tears caused by my saddened past.

How can I hear the ocean waves, only trees surround me?

A life I cry why me? 

I have no guide to show me how

I have been all alone before the age of one.

I have nothing to call my own. 

What is that chirping sound? 

Allowing me to live knowing my mother, did not care. 

An embryo in her womb, safe in your care. 

My mother's destruction pulled me out of a life that was not for me.

Where is my guide?

Crickets chirping soundly, how is that supposed to comfort me?

Do you not care for me? Why do you send the smallest insect to laugh at me? 

Every time I fall to the ground, a chirping is the only sound. 

I'm not ready to be rescued, I have not found my final stop.

Why is this insane insect in front of me?

Is that an annoying sound just for me?

What a silly way to show me who and what you can be!

Thinking of you in the biggest form.

An insect I can hardly see.
Why did it not come to me, on wings?

Do you mock all those times I fell onto the ground? 

It was not the ocean waves I heard. 

It was always the sounds of millions of crickets around me. 

Showing me your power can come in any form, shape, and size. 

Next time stings your way into my life like a bee.


.                  By; p.d.
				
~~LOL, my worse poem ever~~
~~LOL, what was I thinking~~


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A Stranger After Dark

I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark. I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does I went into the backyard to determine what it was. Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be It flew right up and landed very close to me. Soon I realized it was no ordinary find. What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind. A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask. He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me. I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free. His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.” He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go. He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh I knew I’d better listen to this little guy. Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more – Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. . He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream. He was here because of some wayward sunbeam. “I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.” He said, “The race is always over before it has begun. There is a reason for these victories, you see My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.” “Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command. I can do more things with them than man can understand.” He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.” I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.” He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will. I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth -- This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth. I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high. Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.” Written By John Posey 12/18/12


Details | Free verse | |

Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

acceptance

   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Rhyme | |

Mr know it all

You dare to tell me what you think you know
Intellectual egotistical bravado?
You think that you can out think the Plan 
Where nothing was and 
. . . 
BANG! The universe began?
. . .
The cosmic Know you think to challenge?
While the gene pool we swim in is so shallow?
Explain to me the black hole or atom 
The gravity
that we can't fathom 
Or singularity 
where time stands still
Or dark energy
Unseen but real

How 2 plus 2 is never 5
How gravity bends light and time
Do thoughts move faster than does light?
Prove sarcasm, love, or even fright
How sound travels yet can't be seen
Or exactly how life came to be
Big bounce? Big Bang?
String theory or brane?

Is Laminin what it seems to be?
How Neutrinos pass through cold steel beams?
Why some men choose gold over life 
While letting children starve and die
And in the name of gods men kill and lie
Religion can't mask their Godless pride 

Explain to me sir if you can
Is man your god
Or is your god man
Or how a seed can crack and die
And press through dirt up towards the sky

Universe? Multiverse? Or parallel? 
Who's to say or who can tell?
Explain to me sir if you can
The event horizon Kerr, oh vain man
You think that you can know it all
While the speck we live on is so small
Did you know that pride precedes your looming fall?

At one time you thought the earth was flat.
Now you mock and scoff at that.
Yet you're still willing for magic beans to trade the cow,
Or your children's future for the here and now

Can you feed all the hungry with what you know?
Can you stop hate, and make love grow?
Can you conquer fear in your Petri dish?
Or should I just click my heels and make a wish?

Maybe Something Somewhere is bigger than us. 
That we can't fathom, but can discuss.
But if we are to do that you must know,
Your superstition has to go.

I'm not talking bout 4 leaf clovers.
Or chanting some prayer over and over.
Ain't talking bout black cats crossing the road,
Or eye of bat or oil of toad.
I'm talking about what you think you know,
Your pride my brother has got to go.

But that pride helps cover up your fear
It blinds your eyes
Stops up your ears.
I'm telling you man just let it go
And let's have a frank discussion about our souls?


Psalm 14:1


Details | Villanelle | |

A Daydream

What if I was Esther and named queen?
Could I be beautiful, brave, and bold?
I would—at least in my daydream.

Pianos would ne’er need practicing,
Mother would not hover and scold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

My face would shine with love all agleam,
I would drink from goblets made of gold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Death would befall all Haman’s team,
Victory for my people would unfold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

I would ruin Haman’s odious scheme,
Righteousness and justice I would uphold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Lord, I can just picture the scene,
I would lavish thanks uncontrolled,
I would—at least in my daydream.
What if I was Esther and named queen?


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I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


Details | Imagism | |

ADRIFT

ADRIFT
-----------
Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones

Colliding crests of clear 
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it 
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors

Lingering lured beneath 
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap 

Embarked on his quests 
To cults of creatures as featured 
Foreshadowed and seen 
In rippling revelation

The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse

Concocted clamantly by 
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled 
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors

Mellow sweet melodies 
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame

Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape

How brilliantly a defunct figure 
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel 
Adrift its ocean's reticence

~Poetra Jah~


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Wedding

Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Light Poetry | |

DREAM WORLD

In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy 
And fantasy becomes reality.

The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable.

In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny.

In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects.

In the dream world wishes don’t count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.


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Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

My telephone booth

Always a little leak,
Dripping in my roof.
As the thunder and the lighting,
Storm around my telephone booth.
The tidal wave is rising,
To drown the children a sleep,
As we hammer in the nails,
Through his bleeding wrists and feet.
Some talk of joy and wonder,
Some talk of better days,
But I try to tell you something,
That makes you shy away.

The humanity inside you,
The innocent lamb and dove,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Covered in *****and mud.

Your soul you held within you,
Your children that you loved,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Who drank the holy blood.

The holy and the sacred,
That once we beheld in awe,
Is now the dancing laughter ,
Of the drunkard and the whore.

Always a little leak,
Dripping through my roof,
As the fishes go on swimming,
Around my telephone booth.

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The mind is the battle ground

The mind starts every battle. 
Dreams are pictures that are in your mind; 
You can sleep, but your mind is always awake. 
Everything that goes to heart starts in the mind, 
Even things that goes to mouth starts in the mind. 
Your deeds are controlled by the mind. 
For the mind is the battle ground.

The mind captures thousand pictures in a second, 
It stores everything you see. 
Hearing feed the mind with information, 
Information create pictures.
If you realize how powerful your thoughts are,
You would never think negative. 
For the mind is the battlefield!

An idle mind is the devil's workshop; 
Failure starts in the mind. 
In the province of the mind, 
What you believe is true or becomes true. 
Let your brain be your servant instead of your master; 
Rule it instead of allowing it to rule you. 
For the mind is the battle ground!

Bad thoughts can be deleted; 
The mind can be restored. 
Your mindset can change. 
For imagination is greater than knowledge. 
The mind is the battlefield.

Your blessings are near, 
But your mind is far. 
You cannot have access to your blessings, 
Until you change your mindset. 
True enjoyment comes from the activity of the mind, 
And exercise of the body; 
the two are ever united. 
For the mind dominates the body.

When the devil steals your mind, 
He kills your soul; 
Thus you are destroyed. 
Be transformed by the renewing of your mind. 
Keep God in your mind, 
And you shall be kept in perfect peace. 
For the mind is the battle ground.


Details | Rhyme | |

UNFORGIVEN CIRCUMSTANCES

We can change our direction and our pace; but we can’t change our race.
If we want to change the world we need to unite as one, so let’s embrace.
Change is inevitable and is the start to peace and joy.  
Fear of change hinders us as a society and that has always been a ploy.
Sometimes I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
This world still is color blind. 
As we keep our faith and trust in Jesus we have no worries.
Ignorance and hate are still our adversaries. 
These two barriers have always been thorns in our sides.
Since we have not handled these malicious words properly they will not go away and hide.
Our society is always afraid to notice the truth.
To experience lost and death is their only convincing proof.
As our lives become more complacent, assumptions will continue to be made.
Let’s not forget that our sins and transgressions were already paid. 
We have to constantly conquer with Love, and yield to hate.
Are we going to let narrow-mindedness determine our fate? 
I pray that you teach them Lord you made us all the same,
Help them to learn tolerance, and forgiveness in place of blame.

"We can let circumstances rule us, or we can take charge and rule our lives from within." Nightingale, Earl 

"It's not the events of our lives that shape us, but our beliefs as to what those events mean."
 Robbins, Anthony 

"It is not the situation that makes the man, but the man who makes the situation.”       Robertson, Frederick W. 


Details | Free verse | |

It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


Details | Prose | |

Snowflakes like People-The Mystery of the Snowflake

There is a mystery in the heavens. It is a very special story about the formation of the most delicate pieces of artwork that fall ever so daintily from the skies. This is the mystery of the snowflake. This is a mystery from God! 

Snowflakes are like people according to Father God. Each one is so very unique from the other. Not a single one forms the same way nor does any look exactly like the other. Each snowflake has its own design and dimension and each snowflake becomes exquisite in God’s perfect timing. Never has there been a more beautiful revelation for the children of God. 

Snowflakes fall from the heavens as miniature heavenly masterpieces of artwork. As the elements shape and have their influence upon each delicate ice molecule, they spin and they spin and they fall to the ground. One snowflake may look very similar to another, but to the Creator who sees every snowflake’s splendor individually, a different story is told. While one snowflake may have a star-shaped pattern, and another like a leaf, they all have microscopic branches like on a mighty oak tree. Each branch is spun ever so uniquely. Each snowflake a magnificent design from heaven. 

So the next time you are outside in a snow flurry, rejoice at all the masterful pieces of artwork that are floating all around you. And if one by chance happens to fall upon your cheek, smile and say “Thank you for sending these rare ice crystals to me.

Gwendolen Rix
2-21-15


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Romanticism | |

Prime Mover

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,

as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.

Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.

He, the one true Incarnation  
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress

with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.


Details | Free verse | |

Pray For The Haters

Pray for enemies
Yes, I said that right.
Pray for enemies that are so
Mad, offended, and motivated to fight.
For that means you are a success
-and doing something right.


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Imagine if you can

I can't imagine
A world without heaven
Especially when I look at the sea
In this world of so many lonely people
My Savior brings such comfort to me

Can you imagine
A world without heaven
Is that really what you would want it to be?
Like you I don't care about religion
I prefer a relationship that sets me free

"You may say I'm a dreamer"
I say to you there are far too few
Let us join our hearts together
Is not that what we all want to do?
In this world of many hardships
We can escape the darker blue

Forget about temporary possessions 
If we try we truly can
Brotherhood is more important
Jesus teaches us to love our fellow man
Heaven's revealed when we are loving
Imagine please, I know you can!

Inspired by John Lennon's "Imagine".

For Silent One's "Music to my ears" poetry contest.



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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


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Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Through The Maze

I'm trapped in a maze, surrounded by silent walls,
Vicious obstacles, and demons with violent calls
I trip and fall, but I gain the strength, and then I rise
Like holding hands with the Lord, and looking straight in the Devils eyes

I'm mesmerized, but I have mastered Lucifer's tactics,
I'll improvise, and fill all the blanks in like Ad-libs
I've had this, is my cup half full, or half empty?
Depends on the amount of Holy water that's within me

As I, gaze down the corridor, walking the left lane
Condescending into darkness, but Skitzo is not afraid
He'd lay, down and die for the Lord, for Jesus Christ
He shed his blood for me, so for eternal life I'll pay the price

Continuing down the hallway, I'm dazed but not phased,
Flowing rhymes amazed, in such fathomless ways
Through the maze, I I gaze and see a peeking light
When I reach I open a door, and see the angels fly

Is this Heaven? Or am I dreaming I can't tell
I must be in Heaven I feel like I just walked through Hell
But I'd do it again, all over it meant I'd see God
I'll make it there, as long as I keep my pen as a rod

I enter the utopia and I'm greeted by two souls,
As I walk through the gate I felt my body turn cold,
I stayed bold, and I watched as my soul released,
There was instant euphoria, and all pain deceased

I felt my soul leak, but I surprisingly wasn't scared
I looked down saw the ink, spill out into thin air
I reached out to grab it, I didn't wanna let it go
Then I heard a voice tell me, "Don't worry son you're home"

I instantly felt warm again, not questioning what it was
I was used to ominous feeling, now I'm used to the hugs
Angels above, below, and surrounding my heart
I wish I would've known, that's how it was from the start

But with the first heart beat, He gave me a destination
He told me to create art, with an eternal infatuation
Know no irritation, because with this rod I heal the scars
Stranded in thoughts, but I know the distance is never far


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The Real Me

There, in that new world, There, where revered is the great bird I am the one known as Maya The one so beautiful, with a mystical aura A goddess of nature, Spreading on my path, only pleasure A goddess of fortune Imbibing those who persevere with a merciful boon Powerful in battle, strong in keeping safe Those who have for me great faith Beautiful and gorgeous I am the only one so glorious! And here, I hide in a human body Hiding behind my powerful humility Hoping someday, to be once more arisen There, from where I am now fallen!


Details | Ballad | |

GOD BURSTS EVERYWHERE

My eyes has never perceive Him
Yet, He magnifies all that I perceive
My nose has never smelled Him
Yet, each scent lingers and fills

My skin has never feel Him
Yet in numerous ways He touch me
My ears has never hear Him
Yet all His words a soothing melody 

Inside the home..
On every four corners
In a school, shops...
On every building

Out from nowhere
Out of the blue
Through every season
Through every person

Your presence endears
Your presence encourages
Your presence an essence
Oh God, You burst everywhere!

by: olive_eloi
4:57pm
01/20/2014

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 hehehe a barrowed title from my soup friend michael byte :D hope it's ok.. :) was really inspired by the poem :)