Gazing faraway reaching to the stars twinkle silver
shooting distant light of life orbiting inside one fantasy
Blazing hot burning trails upon a flaming kiss
from out of this world flies to You a dream
You lift me from darkness, it lives a star in your heart
Come with me and see tomorrow, where happiness replaces sorrow
Smiling weightless floating on magic dust spells cast
the heart golden overflowing deeply sweeping sands
A small moment of a lifetime, unaware of what it really was
Creates art is demanding but ride the wind, catch a star
Love flows pure washed surf inside the ocean waves crash on shore
Tides turning emotions swell unfolding feelings wild horses at your feet
Of music golden notes feels the dream really, but it's just fantasy
Honesty precious way even with storms and lashing rain
Enlightening eyes in one vision of a mind circling angelic beauty beholding love
who openly smiles pure in amazing grace always and forever shines
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen - 04.01.2015
Copyright © liam mcdaid
A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © liam mcdaid
A Rainbow’s Magic
A rainbow’s magic reflects God’s majestic and divine touch,
Giving us a panoply of colored images which mean so much.
The wonder of God’s enchanted pictorial missives here on Earth,
Gives us an ethereal pause as we reflect on each rainbow’s birth.
A rainbow is God’s celestial medium of His images to treasure,
To help Man better understand Him and meet His deft measure.
The power of a rainbow is its picture-perfect aura of pulchritude,
Dazzling our visual senses and assuring us of Heaven’s certitude.
A rainbow’s very visage mesmerizes our human senses complete,
And embeds in us all God’s spirited message of His love replete.
A rainbow is a noble and supreme reflection of beauty at its best,
And of shades of heavenly images on Earth meeting God’s behest.
A rainbow’s magic is the power of God’s message to us on Earth,
Subtly preparing Man for his heavenly ascent and his soul’s rebirth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 13, 2015
Copyright © Gary Bateman
Met with you the first time, knowing not what I had just found.
Working days and nights beside you, walking unit’s hard ground.
Helping one another in and out of these day’s crisis.
Trust in easy comfort sharing secrets and our vices.
Blinded by your selfless nature under our same God’s eyes.
Colored hues of virtue burned into your soul it rides
Times enduring twelves in truth and depth of pasts and yet-tos.
Corners turning heads to tails in trails you doing time thru.
I have watched you suffer dating burden from his cold hand,
Wanting many times to tell you to break from that dead man.
Wisdom needing to remind me, hope was holding you still.
Losing grip, you make the change and years returning, Love will.
My prayers carry wishes for you, one day’s given good spouse.
Under Holy Ghost’s soft guidance, making your home, God’s house.
Sharing smiles and tears in keeping promise past the last day.
Into Christ’s embrace that shines you through a Heaven’s gateway.
Always just a thought away you will be after our end.
Grateful in my heart to have been given such a rare friend.
Copyright © rob carmack
IF DEATH SHOULD VISIT ME TODAY
Whether young or old and gray
As earthly life is swept away
Please do not mourn, do not be sad
Just think of joy yet to be had.
Set loose from flesh, forever free
To sail a calmer, endless sea—
Eternity, my new-found home
Within which I will freely roam
Inside a greater spirit shell—
For then my soul will grow and dwell
Upon the peace, I will collect.
But most of all, you must reflect
We'll meet again in time, my dears—
In other worlds, in other years
Beyond the light of cosmic ray
Beyond the sight of human clay
IF DEATH SHOULD VISIT ME TODAY
Form: The Tuanortsa — Reversible Poem — Can be read up or down
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Any Sad Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Contest: The Poet III- Funeral/Death
Sponsor, Gautami Phookan
Copyright © Sandra Haight
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © liam mcdaid
The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath
Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find
Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say
White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak
Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know
Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I
Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face
As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear
They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define
There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate
But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you
I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait
I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song
And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend
Copyright © Michael Jordan
If money was no object I wonder where I’d go
I’d love to visit friends who have just moved to Orlando
I could buy a wonderful mansion packed full of treasure
With servants to wait on me, so I could enjoy my leisure
But to move away from everything I know doesn’t appeal to me
Money doesn’t buy you happiness - well not from what I can see
So in reality I would not move away from my little house
I’d give my fortune to charity and live like a church mouse
When I leave this mortal coil I could look down from my home in the clouds
See that others have benefited, for there are no pockets in shrouds
If You Were Rich
Sponsor Mystic Rose
Copyright © JAN ALLISON
Twelve little girls and eight little boys
Each one the source of their parent’s joys,
Innocent children following rules,
Paper and pencils their magical tools.
Holidays coming, rehearsal of plays,
These were the most exciting of days.
Safe in their classroom as their teacher smiled
Noting the presence of each beloved child.
No inkling of trouble, no feeling of doom
Until a mad man invaded the room.
I so hope these children had no time for fear
And had no idea that death was so near.
Six brave teachers went to their deaths,
Protecting the children with very last breaths.
The big gates of heaven then opened wide
For six teachers ushering children inside.
Twenty small children are angels today,
And six faithful teachers in Heaven to stay.
Mothers and fathers and siblings and more
Are mourning their loved ones whom they adore.
The teachers who willingly gave up their lives
To protect their charges were daughters and wives.
Some had their own children whom they left behind.
No braver soldiers could one ever find.
A whole town is weeping for dear ones they lost.
How long must innocents bear the high cost
For folks who clamor for right to bear arms?
You’d think such mayhem would lessen guns' charms.
These things will keep happening, the danger unchanged,
Until we keep assault rifles from hands of deranged.
By: Joyce Johnson
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
SONG OF SONGS
Let me pluck ripened apples and strawberries for your delight
And put my hand under your head to soften the ground on which we lie tonight.
You are the white marguerites in my meadow flowing with deep grass,
The melodious tinkling of small bells shaped from shining glass.
Oh, the perfume of your soul is as a thousand roses at sway
In a walled garden on a wet and thunderous day.
Let me not stray from this place for it is the centre
Of the very heaven I hope to find; and when I enter
The dales of Paradise, let me first see
Your sweet face smiling - as it does now - at me.
For you are the heaven I have known
Before I approach God’s golden throne.
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Entered in Sara Kendrick’s Contest "Song Of Solomon"
Copyright © Sidney Beck
Long blue-black, straight hair.
The color of a raven so rare.
Cheek bones chiseled with grace.
A tan Native American face.
Hair, braided with a ritual feather.
Clothed in a loin cloth made of leather.
Tribal war paint decorated his cheeks,
Seeing a Native God made my knees weak.
They honor and worship our Earth,
Paying tribute to all that is birthed.
Never taking, without giving something back.
This is what most cultures, but them seem to lack.
If I ever had the chance to pick a perfect mate,
A Native American Indian would be my fate.
I would treasure him forever, body and soul.
With his perfect face and eyes the color of coal.
Copyright © Aleera Canino
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin
(To The Memories of Jon Benet Ramsey, Sherrice Iverson and Ryan Harris)
Sometimes I reach down to hold your tiny hand
And I come up feeling powerless and helpless and
Unable to understand, why I will never see you
Playing in a schoolyard, backyard or
Playground because someone decided to take
What the world had found:
Three beautiful little girls,
With ponytails and bright faces
Whose pictures and stories have
Turned up in so many places
To tell stories of torture and abuse
To show the world that you refuse
To die down and disappear
Because if you do I fear
That no little girl will be able to play alone
Without the benefit of a bodyguard or chaperone
Increasingly, day after, day, I wake up
In the morning and I hear in the news that
Another little life has been taken by a crazed
I then immediately think of my precious
7-year-old and quickly react:
I say dear God, sometimes
I reach down to hold her tiny
Hand, and I still come up feeling
Powerless and helpless and unable to
Understand why I must never let go of
Of her hand... But God, I still thank
Heaven for little girls.
Copyright © Doreen Ambrose
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper
I wrote my words of love upon the moon last night
Tiny black words on an orb that shone full and bright
In my heart I felt you reading my love letter
The joy I felt could not have been any better
And as the moon absorbed the words I wrote to you
I suddenly realized you were watching too
So quickly the response came that it touched my soul
A sign that the Goddess of Love was on patrol
What I sent to you, you kindly sent back to me
It was as if the heavens had heard my sad plea
From now on wherever your heart tells you to go
I’ll write upon the moon and you will always know
The love we share will endure to the end of time
Messages from the moon will carry love in rhyme
*Written for Michael’s Boomerang Contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire
My girlfriend’s love never ceases
My girlfriend loves me to pieces
My girlfriend takes away my breath
My girlfriend just loves me to death
Too young to be passing so soon
(Services will be held at noon)
For: Poetess Darkly's contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson
Halloween was coming and the angels thought they'd have some fun,
Since they sometimes thought of dressing up before the Holy One.
They all got together and decided to do just that,
Dress up in devilish costumes...Surprise the Lord like some earthly college frat.
Each one was to make his costume from the ethereal
A very inexpensive and unusual type of material.
Then, when the Lord was looking down at earth
Don the costumes for some Heavenly mirth.
It'll be a costume party for us here in our Heavenly abode
Different from always wearing these white sophisticated robes.
We'll have a good laugh and God will understand
We're just having a laugh here in His Heavenly plan.
The moment came, all the costumes had been made
And when the Lord looked up, Heaven was a different shade.
"Something is amiss, here." , He said in the shades of that red hue
Perhaps I'll bring Satan here, to find out if this is something new.
It would be difficult to invite that guest into heaven you see
As he had been banished for all the eons of centuries.
But nothing is impossible for the Lord for He can do any feat
And just when he was to summon Satan, the Angels all shouted
"Trick or Treat"!
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak
Life’s choices come to us by divine plan or fate,
With both options shaping our destiny’s date.
How we each proceed defines who we are
As we seek life beyond living in this Bell Jar.
To find this rare azimuth requires so much care,
And make not your choice on a whim or a dare.
One’s destiny is a complicated proposition,
Which sometimes calls for divine supplication.
If the Almighty wanted to make easy our life’s path,
Then he would’ve laid out a way in our life past.
For it’s within His divine power in Heaven above,
That we all may fly beyond the sky so blue above!
God inspires us to master our true destiny every day,
So we can ascend to Him in Heaven on our final day!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
April 29, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)
Copyright © Gary Bateman
Humbled I am by all this glory that I see.
Such gifts are wrought with every flower-every tree.
Across the way those hills seclude so many creatures.
Far as one can gaze such wealth of nature's features.
Greenery and color shared create such bliss.
Tapestry of peace and joy- nothing's amiss.
Longing for the hills when I have gone away.
Captured thus I never want again to stray.
Copyright © Deb Wilson
Warm winds of change swept past my door,
I turned my back and moaned, No more!
Peace did not come, an urgent nudge—
designed to move this lazy fudge—
kept popping up inside my head,
until there remained not one shred
of pride, or joy, nor serenity.
I came to doubt my identity
as God's own, a Christian warrior.
Instead, I became a common worrier.
Still he sought to call me near
with urgency and love sincere.
All it took was one sentence,
sent in a prayer of repentance;
"I'm sorry, Lord, I will obey."
Heaven's breath blew in to stay.
Copyright © Cona Adams
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
Copyright © Les Pruitt
Star Light . . . Star Night
Gazing at the dark sky backdrop on this cold black night,
We are enraptured by the radiant view of bright Star-light.
This is a wondrous sight to behold by all on this Star-night,
Reflecting all earthly things gracious, grand, and right.
The cold beckoning blackness of this very special night,
Serves as the cosmic palette for unlimited points of light.
The enchanting Star-light on this marvelous Star-night!
This Star-night reflects God’s heavenly-made Star-light!
At once we realize the divine dichotomy between light and night,
On that mystical, magical eve filled with God’s Star-light.
God himself implores all who see His mosaic of Star-light,
To ponder ever gently too the dark beauty of His Star-night.
Oh! Radiant and grand Star-light on this most special Star-night,
We are forever spellbound by your God-given glorious sight.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 14, 2014)
Copyright © Gary Bateman
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare
There's a planet I believe to be
The globe of harmony
It’s beyond our capability to explore
Vibrating deep in the Universe's core
The luminous colours and pulsating force
Keeps the Universe on steady course
By emitting an energy surge filled potion
Through the power of rhythmic motion
And with each wave of energy brings
The right balance to all things
There’s a planet I believe to be
A gift from the Almighty.
by Ana Espinola Collins
Copyright © Ana Espinola Collins
Armies gathered going to war,
the Devil rises we're not safe anymore.
The rapture came we were left behind.
No way to escape our sins made us blind.
All of our flesh will be stripped from our bone!
God cannot help us we face this alone
We didn't believe Jesus, we're headed to Hell.
We trusted in a dark angel, from heaven who fell.
His kingdom insidious, filled with pleasure we chose.
Now replaced with pain and sulphur in our nose.
We throw ourselves from mountain tops, still we don't die.
Stung by strange demons, our insides start to fry
Unimaginable pain in the end all nations bow.
The King arrives on the clouds, the future is now.
A beautiful city, comes down from the sky.
We look on in amazement, as we ask ourselves why?
An amazing promise, the heavenly father has kept.
To the lake of fire, the rest of us sinners are swept.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux
written 28th sept 2007
It's time to turn this around
the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
I immediately remembered, how to be alive
If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me
I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
Star dust from heaven is falling from above
Floating down softly like a beautiful dove
It blankets the earth and quiets the noise
Making a silence for all that enjoys
Each flake falls softly so perfectly designed
Will give us a world that is perfectly aligned
Tree limbs and bushes will droop from the snow
And the rooftops will glimmer to make quite a show
A beautiful painting we have out our door
Just waiting for us to go out and adore.
A more perfect setting will never be seen
Than star dust from heaven’s pearly white sheen.
Copyright © Janet Eaton
The vernal pool of Heaven opens Lenore looks down upon LOVE lost
Lotus blossoms floating on air , swallowing the Sunlight and Die in the Frost
The softness of the Feathers of an ANGEL’S WING Touched by LENORE and I
True sadness Entwines Our Hearts Together, FOREVER as ONE in Each Others Eye
These are the Words of YOUR Earthly LOVER, Harry YOUR Husband, He LOVES YOU
Shh! Lenore Gestures with Her Finger to HER LIPS, My Beloves : “ Poetry; So True “
You are His Guardian ANGEL Asks LENORE : “ I am “ “ KASHINATH “ Forever LOVE”
Your wings Flutter so, “the Flowers Singing, Dew crying to the Hot Sun ABOVE"
Lenore “Take Words from My Heart, to My BELOVED : Serenade Him with Infinity
Flap Your Wings, ride the Wind of Heaven Go to him, and say I wait for His Eternity
Inspired by The Contest " Reflection " Sponsored By
" Constance La France " ~ A Rambling POET ~
By HGARVEY Daniel Esqure -- HG
Dedicated to Those Waiting For Us at The Pearly Gates
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire
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There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.
Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.
Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful,
and get on my knees to pray.
He said to trust in His mercy,
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice,
of His words I take heed.
For Christ is The Bread from Heaven,
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.
The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.
Christ has risen,
Yes, it's true!
Through Him, all things
have been made new!
There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.
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5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday
Copyright © Ellen Fahey
I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!
As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!
In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power
Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find
I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings
I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil
Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter
The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?
Copyright © Neha Godambe