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Fall from Grace A Roundel

Before the beginning of time when Chaos ruled Hell and Night
Into the depths of this Cosmos, a Paradise, perfectly placed.
Above this darkness, a heaven drawn forth in a burst of light
Before the beginning of time

From the Garden of Eden, henceforth, Adam and Eve were disgraced
Lo!  A fallen angel  changed himself to a serpent in Eve’s sight
Banished, they fled before God to a wilderness, forever displaced.

Forbidden fruit had shown them the difference of wrong from right.
In Pandemonia,  Demons conspired, sin and death be interlaced.
God sacrificed his Son to save them  - from Hell's eternal plight.
Before the beginning of time

Suzanne Delaney

For Suzette Crous
Roundel Competition

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

Details | I do not know? | |

the hitchcock thriller

Some love too little, some love too long,
some they answer the riddle but fail to move on
some laugh and  others cry
when truest feelings have been denied
Some do the act with a show of tears,
surrendering everything showing their fears
And some without a sigh;
they just let their pride die
For some men kill the things they love, 
power given from up above
Yet each man does deny.
power from heaven they devise

Some kill love when in their youth,
some kill with abuse
And some when they grow old;
in the end the scam unfolds
Some smother with the hand of greed,
turning away from the hand of need
Because of lust for gold;
the way of love had turned old
The evil use their tongue because,
of vengence to discover
It takes love where it’s cold
and evil thought it mutters

But men who kill the girl they love,
and claim a passion from heaven above
have a story to be heard; 
lets not listen to one word
Some do it with a callous look
with a  wisdom from the good book
Some with a bitter word;
and with some with passion never heard,
The tyrant does it with his fist,
and serial killer with his list
The weak man with a sword.
a genious that was bored

(A collaboration by Elizabeth Wesley and John H Loving III)

Copyright © John Loving III

Details | Elegy | |

Alien In My Own World

I’m an alien in my own world
I think only I can see from above
I see the entire Earth
I see people, but no love

I try to tell them 
They’re the aliens in this world…
This world was built to be loved
And yet all they do is hurt…

Look around…the world is round!
It is spinning for us!
For me…
Because there’s not many humans to be seen…

I know I’m not alone though
Humanity will never die…
That’s something that I know!

You created districts…
You ripped humanity into pieces
Now we’re fighting like we’re beasts
I mean…I’m from the Middle East…trust me I’ve seen…

I’ve seen the value of one’s life
Destroy a home for a dime
Destroy humanity and it doesn’t count as a crime…
and yet…I’m out of mind?

Copyright © Zeki Madjid

Details | Acrostic | |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!

Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate

Details | Narrative | |

The Woes Of Trust

An angel formed from 
lake of purity,a gift to 
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the 
garden of the elves.

Sent to earth,made an 
abode in a gentleman's 
heart,whom she 
cherished and loved.

As time travelled,another 
fella whom she trusted 
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of 
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost 
snuffed,she feared the 
love of her true love 
would be lost. Alas! bond 
of love is indivisible.

Shattered,with a broken 
spirit she tries to mend 
the pieces....on the 
shoulder of her lover she 
leans,hoping to soothe 
her bruised heart.

A true story,a close 
pretty lady friend of mine 
was raped by her family 
friend yesterday...who 
called her and told her 
his mum was very sick.
She called me and 
confided in me .
Don't know whether to 
encourage her to call the 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

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Borrow Time

A question, a sentence all made since, My apologies indeed,1 to the 2,3…. Can you make time a map, A man a watch, watching it as a clock slide by, Dear fox. Go seek out a dinner for me perhaps a dinner for three, Cause what I could see was a family for me. Is there no good or bad or have you seen no evil to know what it is sad, Settling for less if not the reason why this pen flows, At five o’clock in the morning just after I take a ride down to the coast, I began to catch a feast is it time for lunch with a breeze? , Please just read. But I took the road not taken, And like Robert Frost it was a demon I seen; in me. A lyrical poem with many different poets all in one, a rust diamond if this still is not gem, site the beach, for more discrete. I remember a famous rapper say don’t read too deep into my rhyms, I said to myself I know the feeling too well to be speechless to dine in and be sleepless, This is not the white house but the light is on in this house, all the time. This is the saddest thing to try to reason as I am floating in and out of consciousness , In a lumpy bed watching the clock, skip a beat at five o’clock in the morning, What a treat, And surgery of all things staying awake listening to everescence, Thinking to myself how this would sound better if it was duet with some R&B. I went across the street seen the Raven but still believe in heaven, And as I was waiting patiently a Rose grow from concrete, How long would it grow until the end of the road I think still, and blink. If you knew would you still search if you knew? Could you paint a picture of the life after death only if you knew. Can you get the greeting, and I mean all is well tell this to the Senate, This meaning is too far-fetched to reason. Like my favorite Poet John Milton my favorite poet without any QUSTION, That a book tells two side to a tale, why not witness? By just listening, Question! ! ! The life of a SENTENCE! ! ! It still makes sense somehow more or less than other. I blinked again knowing the content of his meaning, And arose from sleep just as a whisper in the night, And repeated repented as needed the questions, Indeed to answer all too well, Being five o’clock in the morning it was a question, A sentence it all makes sense, One to the two, three…… I sleep with a pen but I sleep with sword! ! ! ! ...

Copyright © Louis Borgo

Details | Carpe Diem | |

Face Of Night

When night face appears:

  Hades erupts with the 
hammer of death,stiring 
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth 
and back preying on 
wandering souls-tell-tale 
odor pervading the 
Resistance is like chasing 
Shackles of bondage 
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains 
and fetters.
   Howling winds 
harmonize with howls of 
night marmosets- 
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread 
like cancer: a norm of the 
Mountains of carcasses 
caressing the sky.
  The world becomes 
scene of blood bath,
carnages mounting, 
screams perforating the 
   Long ago,a human 
phoenix lived and died-lo 
he lives!
(Carpe diem)! He offers 
hands of goodwill with 
beaming smiles.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

Details | Ballade | |

fire angel

It’s the story of an angel with sparkling white feathered wings,
Whose halo shines bright & voice is enchanting when she sings.
Her eyes had a glint that makes you fall in love,
She brought with her all the peace that was above.
In her mind, earth was a place full of joy & happiness
Until a day that erased all her glee, all her gladness.
She used to think that all people are beatific & pure
Then she discovered most of them were cruel and insecure.
[She became a]


Fire angel
Her wings have turned to flames of hell
Fire angel
In her mind nothing goes well
Fire angel
When you see her you can tell
She’s a fire angel, a fire angel
Fire angel
Anything she does turns from good to bad
Fire angel
She used to laugh now she’s always sad
Fire angel, fire angel yeah fire angel

Red eyes, black hair, always in the shadow
Instead of feeling high she’s always being low 
Don’t get too close to her she could burn you
She’s a volcano who erupted & destroyed everything too 

What could change her back now?
If you know please tell us how
To keep her from being rude
Wickedness has filled her heart
And now she’s falling apart
Please change her bad mood


After she lost each & every bit of hope she had
And when nothing could convince her this world isn’t bad,
She found a bright light in the dark; she found her soul mate
And ended up forgetting all spite, anger and hate.
[She’s no more a] 
Fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel
Extinct fire she’s angelic
[Again…cause she’s no more]
The fire angel
Whose wings have turned to flames of hell
The fire angel
In whose mind nothing goes well
Fire angel,fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel

Copyright © dreamersis poems

Details | I do not know? | |

Question 113 from the bible

(will the angels safe humanity)    
you wont found this question in the bible in less you are in search of it...., 
In heaven it roar a war between satin as the dragon and god and all of his angels, 

but the question im asking how many archangel, 
was it the, you know of course that michael and raphel all most die to win the war, 
but the question within a question is the war, and 
is heaven and hell on earth as evil moves the earth, 
(will the angels safe humanity)    

Cant you hear angel talking, 
(will the angels safe humanity)    

angelical fateful, 
belove and thankful hung among churchs, 
reflection of thought lost conflict shield church with fate.

i have heard such a whispher of seven know archangel, 
but you wont found that in just one bible, 
ranks of devil kings, prince and werewolf and many other fear creature know only to god, 

god earth hardly such a wave of a war, 
be manly enough, to invite you to sit down to a discussion, 
was this creature good, 
or is there a thought of a good angels, 
or is there different between good and evil
that is my question, 
to question, 
question. why, 

and let me search for more, 
to go back to know of evil still existence, 
for a passion of role that 
man call loath.

why is the codex gigas the devil bible and, 
yet he has prophecy just as the good word, 
do we have false prophecy among us dear lord
(will the angels safe humanity)    

or am i the reflection of christ and his luv for humanity, 
i ask once again do you hear the angel talking, 
(will the angels safe humanity)    


My question is who is Michael The Archangel Really? 

How many time will man rewrite the bible and has I found out

hermeneutics where is the origin of this story

critiics you are welcome! ! !

(Psalm 119:113) 

Copyright © Louis Borgo

Details | Free verse | |

The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

Details | Couplet | |


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

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Exercising My Demons

With my Angels exorcised-
I Exercise my Devils
Daren't you guess what this implies?
In Evil doth I revel!

Shout and swear; curse and cuss
In the Bowels of Tartarus!
Sweet Lucifer! I do concur-
Heaven- it's just not for us!

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet

Details | Tanka | |



Son of the Morning—
Symbol of false perfection.
Lucifer is thus . . . 
	A tempter and deceiver . . . 
Praise only Almighty God!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(June 5, 2015) (Tanka)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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A Dark Identity

Days into nights... time without time
Normalities of everyday life beckons to remain
Shadows with lights.... to find to define
I am he who goes by without a name

The world is only up to date
And I’ve decided no more to follow
Bearing time to finally relate
Yet a self I’m to find to wallow

He who walks without an identity... walks alone
And he who walks alone needs be proud
Yet walking forever without finding a home
Have I that heaven beyond the clouds?

I cannot see either far or near
I cannot be to be neither nor
I’m listening... I cannot hear
I’m at peace... I’m at war

I did not know... am I suppose to?
I know I’m alive... is that enough?
Yet, rather not to know than knew
For knowledge shall never last

A mystery if not yet to be
That one mysterious hope to be searching for
I have dreams but what did I see?
I have no one... not one I can call

A darken need shall heed not words
For the dark shall rise as light
The fade will be a promise to be heard
For shadows are without night

And I started to listen distractedly
Hearing for what my eyes cannot see
A hallucinatory moment ever constantly
As I began to believe that of what cannot be

The instant my eyes close
My mind drew as suppose
Sketching a stand alone amid a world once seen
Of ranging fires to have had believed as a dream
And there I was... a lone figure enveloped in darkness
With crossing flames alight yet from a distance as useless
Left as I was before... I am to return as I am
Reliving once more this beginning with never the end
Thus did I continue my path away from the bloodshed
Carefully as one had hoped where a darker darkness be led
No more do I wonder what transported me here
To only know for certain I am riddled of constant fear

“Fear is a fire
To temper courage and resolve
Be it desire
To quench the thirst for one’s unfounded lost”

And there it was... words barely a whisper
Where it came from... no longer matters
For the intended vigor were already cast upon
Serving me with renewed purpose for a sense to belong
Before long, beyond doubts... my callings were clear
The source from where it first began was indeed here
Almost startled, I looked around knowing I’m blinded to see
Too dark as it was, had it not been a lighted green to be
And there it was... a single light beyond the almighty dark
That one greenish light to aid one’s lonesome heart
Rather peculiar for I haven’t notice it before
And naturally I am to walk towards the green grandeur
Flickering and wavy as I drew closer to my destination
Seeing finally for what appears to be the least of expectations
Astonishingly, it was a lantern where within was the sighted fire
And simply the fiery green alone ignites ever on in dire
Levitated in midair, it stands rigid with its haunting presence
With an aura more deserving then welcoming of essence
So mesmerized I was... I wanted to behold
That of warmth for perhaps deliverance from cold
A dare if not, if only, if I must
A flame to embrace, a curiosity to engulf
And surely... I lifted my hand with only a wanting touch
Surely but unknowingly... the flame itself is to parch
Sparkles of green eludes and transcends about
As well an aria, an ancient tune goes aloud
To only see to believe, perhaps my life to perceive
Yet the question being... what did I achieve?
Smoke arises... wavering, quivering, settling...
My time... misgiving, misguiding and misleading
And there he was... rather it be
A human?... isn’t to be I see

“A dark wanderer, perhaps a lone wanderer alone
Regardless... a stranger afar returning home
Have you the teachings bequeath upon you?
From a once being of a knight who knew
For he alone stands unnerve by another
Serving a purpose to hold true forever
The resemblance I see forth leaves me incertitude
Both as mortals... though only he remains in servitude
Yet... my appointment upon you is clear
I am to you drawn as you to me when you hear
Nevertheless, far too long were you of absence
And once more I am in honor to be in your presence
It never is clear what the heavens contrive
For this unsung war... humanities were birth to strive
Every one mortal given birth were forged for war
To ensure the survival of humanities and of peace to befall
For many years this bloodshed wages in dire
Almost as certainly, the spirits of men responsively tire
No more are there ideas nor hopes they are to see
Battling on for pure survival remains what leads them be
Your return however, will perhaps set the tides in our favor
Though I know not the intention, I do not disregard altogether
Do not let the reasons why you have returned cloud your mind
I ask of you rather to remember who you once were to define
The land of The Ancients is never a quest for truth to seek
Purely for good to triumph over evil is the only idea you will need
Prepare yourself well stranger, for good will always be in disguise
Treachery and deception as often will never in itself be a lie
The unforgiving way is still a long one I’m afraid
However well is Heaven to plan... evil as always will await
And until out time will once more cross between us
I assure you... your time in this world will outlast”

Copyright © Joel Lee

Details | Rhyme | |

Storming the Gates of Heaven

O ' Satan, father of all that is sinister and evil,
Of all that is foul, putrid, and base.
Ruler of the underworld
I've have had a vision!
You led the legions of the damned
In a cataclysmic war,
To regain your rightful place
Upon the  throne,
A throne from whence you fell!
Calling for Holy Jihad, emanating deep down, from the bowels of Hell.
 Father of lies, and deceit, you have issued a declaration of war,
A war against all seven heavens in the celestial Kingdom.
Metatron, prince of the divine face, king of angels, chancellor of heaven.
has informed the angelic hierarchy of your declaration of Madness!
Gabriel, the left hand of God, protector of paradise, 
Angel of annunciation, resurrection, mercy vengeance, & revelation,
Has honed the Malakhs ( angels) into a fighting force to be reckoned with
Those tortured souls, in perdition for all eternity, await the cry to battle
The armies of chaos and lunacy do swell.
Death and decay, spew forth, deep down from the bowels of Hell.
Great and revered Lucifer,
You were once, a high, exalted angel
Your envy and jealousy are righteous.
You are Beelzebub, lord of the flies,
Instigator of wars, corrupter of leaders
You are called by many names.
Azazel, Belial, Duma, the deceiver, the dragon, the devil
The demon seed, am I. Son of all that's putrid, rotten and evil!
We will defeat Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael
The Messiah shall rot on the cross, deep down in the bowels of Hell
Then three blast on the Shofar (Rams horn) then a profound silence,
Finally the silence was broken by the song of the Seraphim
"Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh” (Holy, Holy, Holy).
The “still small voice” issued forth: “I AM THE LORD THY GOD”
But this time the Adversary’s will is stronger,
You are the Antichrist, the battle is soon at hand.
The gates of heaven shall rattle and crumble into dust.
The Prince of Darkness will rule the day,
Love, Light, Life, God, anything holy you shall quell. 
Relishing the sweet victory, deep down, in the bowels of Hell!
Apocalypse, the day of reckoning, the end of the world is at hand.
The toxic smell of death is in the air.
The Beast walks the earth,
with 666 emblazoned on his forehead 
The Adversary banished from heaven for all of eternity. In the underworld does he dwell, seething with jealousy & hatred  deep down in the bowels of Hell!
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Copyright © barry ponneck

Details | Free verse | |

Guardian Of The Galaxy

Guardian of the galaxy 
Dominions and Principalities 
Light and darkness
Stars shine bright 
In the Heavens as light
Came from a glory that can't be comprehended in this reality
The stars that's spangled striped over me from every angle 
Planets and black holes 
Millions of planets in the Cosmos 
We have flesh but God spirit 
In GOD image 
An descriptive predictive in GOD vision
See GOD is Infinite 
Everlasting living
Free will given
His son became against him
Lead an rebellion of brother an sisters against their father
Pain in GOD eyes from his Sons and Daughters 
Brothers and Sisters fighting against their Sisters and Brothers
Against their creator The Father who is also The Mother 
Of Creation of Archistructure 
Lucifer in Heaven was a Conductor 
Of Music to glory The Most High
One of the most beautiful Cherub Angel alive
But PRIDE AND HATR burned in him to Lie
Evil spelled backwards is LIVE
IS that a coincidence to Comprehend?
You have not seen Evil of all Evils 
This darkness we WAR IS LETHAL 
fully comprehend this darkness that deceives you
Found the truth I'm Heaven Sent
GOD Send got to fight till I'm in Heavens Bliss
Theories or Ideologies are just myths 
But look it's a TWIST
they know that GOD is alive
Satan knows me before the War 
That's why he tries to Destroy
An Deploys, toys, decoys, stored to uproar my Gore
Its more Angels on Earth
From Birth
Living in this Curse

Copyright © uriel wisdom

Details | Free verse | |


Its Forbidden, but so luscious, Its home, sinless and heavenly, Its mother, prohibited, yet tempting, Its blood-red venomous skin so crisp, Its body perfectly rounded and smooth, Its warm, juicy core ever so gushing, Its polished shine blinding our faith, Its earthly aroma sensational, Its nucleus fully fertilized. Seduced by its mysteries, our poisoned young minds Could not hold its hunger for wisdom and knowledge, Marching over its sacred grounds, Snapping them from their nurturer, And crushing mankind’s first promise.

Copyright © Pablo Silva

Details | Sonnet | |


LORD! We will be blessed with a heaven,
Where fountains of milk and honey will run!
Where no pain and tears will darken!
Where on desire, everything will be won!
Only around pleasure and beauty, but fear none!
Forever on, will dwell there immortally, yes unforgotten!
O Lord, but, I should adore this framed heaven,
These captive minds overlook a blessing; it’s a notion,                  
Ah this another life will free the soul from this dreading ocean, 
Where Fright of loss of a beloved won’t haunt me like a demon,
Where night won’t terrorize my soul of any misfortune,
Oh yes there would my soul rest with no fear frozen,
Will wear a smile when this disquieting concern will be abandon,
I say only this peace of heaven will make my heaven …heaven

Copyright © HINA NASIR

Details | Free verse | |

Heaven or Hell

I’m lost, and i gotta pay the cost 
i’m slowing down, tryna make it to town
i keep on falling, looking for panacea, feels like i got more problems than north korea.
nothings been right, always putting up a fight 
looking for a cure? please, go look in the mirror 
and i’m talking to myself, trying to reach the highest shelf.
pumpin up your adrenaline, looking for some medicine 
feeling so very delicate, asking if you’re even relevant
couldn’t afford a vacation, cause you didn't know how to do the equations 
so you drink until you don’t know where you are, but can’t you see you’re a burning star?
we only burn for so long until its time to face our wrongs 
up or down, heaven or hell
you choose your own path, realizing you fell 
and once you’ve gone to the dungeon, you’re gonna wonder how to even function 
you brace yourself for the best, instead you stay falling in the crest. 
a free soul has much time to roam, maybe thats why you have trouble finding stable home
you fall to another level and then you’ll see you have met the devil 
look in his eyes and you’ll see the despise. Hes not your friend, he wants to show you the end.
Eternity lasts forever, so you must be clever.
The question is there twenty-four seven, heaven or hell,  you can choose your hotel.
Be with the worst and you’ll see the curse, but if you stick with the best you need to learn how to face the tests.

Copyright © Merissa Henry

Details | Rhyme | |

Eternal Choice

Beyond the realms of human ken
is knowledge barred from most of men.
Some things that Mankind should not know
lest in their ignorance they sow
the darkest seeds of evil kind
to spread like cancer in man’s mind.

Beyond the realms of human thought
are things ignored and are not caught
by those who will not lend their mind
to capture all the good they find
that in the cosmos spreads around
to counter all the evil found.

This battle raging with Mankind
is part of lifetime’s daily grind
where good and evil stand in line
and seek out those on which to dine.
Armageddon, here on Earth
with Mankind tested for their worth.

Their final battle's never won
as every lifetime joins the fun,
while some will rise to meet this test
there’s many more join evil’s quest
to rule supreme in Devil’s claw
forsaking all deemed by God’s law.

Armageddon, Heaven and Hell,
which of these will cast its spell
to mould your life, and Mankind’s fate,
which one will you let through the gate.
…………….But be aware that win or lose’s your eternity you choose!

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies

Details | Light Poetry | |


God designed himself,
Designed Hell and Heaven,
Designed Adam,
Designed Eva via Adam,
Again me from Adam,
Signed in I'm,
Sins he warned,
Gains assigned,
Evils I owned,
Resigned from gains,
Oh,God,redesign me good,
Forget sins,
Redesign me God,
To assign me Heaven!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen

Details | Rhyme | |

Judgement Day

The Devil rose from Hades with a roll call in his hand,
the names he’d burned into his list, the worse throughout the land.
They’d lied and stole and cheated, and had cared not who they harmed
and now at last was Judgement Day, when evils souls were farmed.

For final retribution, an eternity in Hell,
the cost they now all had to pay, for a life in evil’s spell.
For evil breeds it’s family, with greed and hate and pain,
preparing all it’s followers for hell’s eternal flame.

The Devils face aglow with joy, for mankind now was ripe,
for very easy pickings for most were now his type.
At last the list carried by God was so lacking in names,
that now the Devil knew, at last, he’d won eternal flames.

When battles range in Heaven and Hell the winner gains control,
strengthened by the rightful claim on each related soul.
So whether good or evil, be prepared when you depart,
to spend eternal company with what’s really in your heart.

Ivor Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies

Details | Free verse | |

You're Not Welcome Here

You're Not Welcome Here 

When you go to meet your maker, and He says, " How Do You Do?" 
Then He says, quite sternly... 
"Just...Close Your Mouth...I Know Men Just Like You!" 
Whenever you saw a snowflake fall or a twinkle in an eye... 
You were being given a chance to become a better guy. 
Although, it severely pains me, you never found your way. 
And now I must tell you... 
Turn Around and Go...the other way. 
For you are being punished, for all you have lied to, hurt, used, and taken advantage of. 
And most of all for the Innocent that you have blatantly, disregarded. 
With horrendous spite and malice, with a smile upon your face. 
For they are the True Innocent in the Totality of Life. 
Don't think that you can say anything, that I may want to hear. 
For I know you far better than anyone could, even more than you think you know yourself. 
Your cheating, lying, using, ways are what Banishes you from here. 
So turn around and start walking...
Down each and every stair. 
And you need to just remember. 
Your kind is... 
Not Welcomed here...

Copyright © Crystal Bellman

Details | Couplet | |

What GOD Created

Copyright © 2014

There is a Grand Order Designator
  most call ET our Maker or Creator.

LOVE, surely Lucifer and many hated
  what GOD, before the gods created.

Who were those homo-sapiens
  light-beings from the heavens?

Tumbling like a bolt of lightening
  life on Earth became frightening.

Then every effort of god-dam man
  became history in Lucifer's plan.

GOD created
  what Lucifer hated.

  from above.

by: LP

Copyright © Les Pruitt

Details | Rhyme | |

heaven and hell on earth

 Hell is the people who
 No matter what you do
 Always find something to judge
They drag you and don't budge
 they see through your thin disguise
 As they shred you with their eyes
 All their faults and lack
 They place upon your back
 Unable to see their own transgression
 It becomes their own obsession
 To find all of your flaws
 And all your broken laws
 And they won't even let you live
 Because they refuse to forgive

 Heaven on the other hand are people who
 No matter what you do
 Choose to see the best
 In you and forget the rest
 They don't dwell on your sin
 Since they want to all to win
 They don't create divisions
 By their prideful decisions
 Of those with whom they differ
 For they know that the transfer
 Of their own guilt to another
 Will come back and smother
 Their efforts to be free
 And their search for unity

Copyright © alainey craig

Details | Rhyme | |

Evil Abound

Evil abound in the dark night air, 
The watcher is waiting, 
As you feel it’s blood thirsty stare.

Sweat starts to form 
On your brow and your cheek 
As fear grabs your voice 
So you can not even speak. 

Icy fingers of terror 
Run down your neck to your back, 
As you nervously anticipate 
The demons vicious attack 

Palm to your chest 
You feel your heart race 
As the blood starts to slowly 
Drain from your face, 
White as if paper 
Ashen colored with fright 
As you imagine the unbearably 
Painful first bite 

Fear in your heart 
And tears in your eyes 
As you try to be brave 
And await its surprise 

It steps from the shadows 
And into full view 
The hideous evil 
That was waiting for you 

With the light you now see 
A form and its shape, 
Wondering what’s in store 
And wanting death over rape 

But to your relief 
Through tear filled eyes you now see, 
It’s not evil or hateful 
As you believed it to be 

It stands in the light 
Unthreatening and at ease, 
Not wanting to harm 
But only to please.
The wings on its back 
Are now spread wide and of white, 
That shine with a pleasing 
Soft gleaming light 

Its features so beautiful 
And wondrous to see, 
Your fear and the terror 
Are suddenly set free 
For this is not a creature 
Of death, evil or hate, 
But a loving blessed angel 
From heavens front gate 

In that moment it was clear 
All your life you did waste 
For fearing the unknown 
And judging in haste 

Copyright © Thomas King

Details | I do not know? | |

Beautiful Angel

Beautiful angel, I see your face.
Beautiful angel has fallen from grace.
 Your eyes are empty.  Your heart is cold.
As good and evil fight for your soul.
 Time alone will  tell
If you’ll rest in Heaven or feel the fury of Hell.
 Your heart so innocent, but your burdens so great.
Your pain is leading you to a grimmer fate.
 God’s light has dimmed from your eyes.
As your faith is replaced with sadness and lies.
Your spirit has weakened under the devils control.
As good and evil fight for your soul.
A mother’s prayer that you’ll win the fight.
Your beautiful eyes will again hold light.
That spark of life, you once held
Will once again in your eyes prevail.
And my beautiful angel, with her innocent face
will rest in Heaven at the end of her race.

Copyright © Irma Mason

Details | Free verse | |

The Center Will Not Hold

Yeats got it right--
the center will not hold.
We are falling apart and
know it not: what succor
will there be for the blind?

So evil plays out in furtive
hit and run, slaughtering
a movie theater, killing nine
in a church, rampaging 
through a kindergarten--but
their spirits are released to a 
world devoid of evil, hate,
while their killers have sadly
murdered their own souls,
damning them to a black
tormented darkness for
God knows how long.

Copyright © len carber

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Stealthy Wizard

The Stealthy Wizard
By Curtis Johnson

Who is he who so dastardly  continues to displease heaven?
Who is he who failed in his attempt to rule via ursurpation?
Who is this timid one who stands in the way of his own                            advancement, but yet unduly influences civilizations?                                     Who is he who glides in stealth, who beguiles by fraud,
only to rule on the throne of wickedness?

His earthly reign began through deceit in a garden from a tree.
His operation continues through fear, but resistance compels him to flee.

It’s imperative that we give all ears to clearly listen and understand.
He is the one of whom we must decide to be either his foe or his fan.
He fell from heaven’s heights, and against him we must take our stand.
He is the cowardly and thievish artist of deceit.
He is clever, and the lying master of manipulation.
He never stands toe to toe to fairly fight like a man.

Like swift flying bats from darken caves,                                                       he descends like scavengers salivating the feast.
He intimidates near and far, and twists the truth.
He rips the innocence to threads like an angry beast.

Fear him not, because he has already been stripped of both his
earthly and heavenly title.  In the ultimate struggle for the human soul,                he was defeated and made an open show on top of a hill.
He now awaits his ultimate demise, and his final doom is certain.

Copyright © curtis johnson

Details | Bio | |

some times

some times heaven sends down there angels
to bring help love or gifts
some times we see them some we dont 
some say it is only in books of myths
some times heaven its self comes down
when a grate need is found
when love dies cries or tells only lies
heaven its self comes down from thee skies
in this time of some or this some times of an end
heavenly angels together will mend us 
defend us win us this dark age battle
that evil has changed and placed our souls
behind temptations of food drug and sex 
nicest ugliest thing alive yet the truth is 
there not alive at all and they dont easiest in
our fathers eyes and evil made us all forget
that what matters most of all thee ultimate high
is knowing theres another you and that is
your soul inside now heavens dream begins with me

Copyright © Susan Covington