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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

The Forbidden Fruit

Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit A special unknown fruit from that one tree A fruit that God said one should never eat Then the snake came to shower the fruit free Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating God didn’t want the power to be known The snake explained that they would be as God Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown We took the fruit and ate it and life changed We now have knowledge, of good and evil Pain and hatred also came along too All that is bad sure did come to reveal God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool But we must carry our sin for all time The curse from the first bite that we did eat And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned God was quite disappointed with humans Hating to give us our just punishment But we were now found walking with figs on Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment To this day we are filled with sin each day Starting right from the first couple’s mistake Now we must wallow inside their bad choice Suffering the punishment we did make
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism | |

SPEAK NO EVIL



When crepuscular shadows loomed in a bay
to grate upon this opulent view’s grandeur,
my visceral thoughts reeled like windmills
where breaths heaved low, desultory the mind.
Gazing at Anger, doubts replayed a cynical past,
in lone sojourn...winds hummed,” speak no evil”
yet, penumbra of waves turned desultory.
Until a hundred stars bathed my eyes whole,
kindling exuberant rays, to console love’s blow;
and jealousy faded, in homage to a halcyon moment.


Silent One’s Contest
"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil"
2/01/2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic | |

Whatever It Takes

When two choose each the other
Having decided this, their fate
A bond, a pledge, a vow replaces
That which, unchosen, cannot wait
Even when it requires a warrior resolute,
Vitality deathless, and sacrifice continuous,
Eternal must the pledge be, or
Risk betrayal's scourge sinuous.

It is at the pit, against the fiery horde
That Absalom dulls the finest sword

This is what it takes to stand at my side
Antagony to injustice is my cause
Knell my soul to abandon,  divide
Eidetically my failure would resound, preside
Sorcerous dreams expounding my flaws.

Indebted to peace, yet still facing war
Soliloquy sweet, punished yet more.

When the lashes pernicious slander my spirit
Have you the stamina to fight weaponless, naked?
Ardently ask the goddess Irit
That throughout the nightmare, you survive unwakéd?

Impassioned, immortal, immoderate, rhetorical

Would you, could you, if so, should you?
Illusion or real, my fight is defense
Leave destruction behind 
Lose selfish pretense

Give willingly blood to the unjust blow
Impatiently wait the night for the dawn
Vicious dark creatures attack love's glow
Effervescent, they dissolve at the light, and pass on.

Because violence feeds violence, and hate cannot withstand love's rapture.

Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Homage to St Michael

A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.                               
His face was sedimentary,
though laughter mapped its course.
And his gleaming hair cascaded,
much like a Viking of the Norse.

His raiment wasn’t fancy.
No silk nor satin hose.
But his mind was quick as silver
and his heart was pure as gold.
Cloaked without, by a robe of integrity.
Fortified within, by a will of steel.
He wielded the Sword of Justice,
while holding Truth up as his shield.

Saint Michael’s crusade was legendary,
as was the power of his sword.
Forged to slay the inner dragons,
in reverent service to our Lord.
Countless times the blade was tested,
for malice dwells not on defeat.
Never lacked he for contenders,
disciples of rumors and deceit.

Bad Rumor sowed the seed of doubt
within the mind of man.
Watered from the trough of spite,  
he conceived his evil plan.
Each rancid seed that sprouted
grew to a bud of tarnished mail.
Thus, shrouded by corrosion,
he sought corruption to prevail.

When Rumor heard of Saint Michael, 
his phosphorous eyes lit up with hate.
Armed with his pitchfork and scythe,
he charged through his hellish gates.
Targeted by dark ambition,
saddled by vicious greed,
he raced upon the clouds fate,
engulfed by jealousy.
.
Michael felt the evil presence
and strapped on his Mighty Sword.
Then he rode off to a clearing,
in the sweet realm of The Lord.
Rumor attacked with animosity,
his trident held, as if a spear.
But as the Sword of God unsheathed,
Rumor was lanced by sudden fear.

Michael raised the Sword of Eminence  
as if to pierce the sky.
While sunlight sparked along its blade
a beam smote Rumor’s eye.
Blazing light seized Rumor’s mind.
It seared his ravaged soul.
And when the inner battle ended,
Rumor’s heart was charred to coal.

As Saint Michael wiped soot and ashes
from the length of his trusted sword,
his eyes fell upon the hilt
to runes inscribed there, by The Lord:
“May The Force be your faith
May your spirit know The Lamb
May Love guard your heart
May The Light guide your hand.”


Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013

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 | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

Meditation

Meditation....... When the heart suffer from the pains When the body surround with evil venom When the mind away from the thoughts When the Satan starts ruling our soul Then you become a prisoner of your own soul Although, no one has the power to destroy a soul but it could make you suffer with evil doings These things could be eliminated through spiritual power by doing meditation and prayers. Meditation has the power to heal the pain of soul and bring peace of mind and new life to us Just sit or stand in a comfortable position and few slow deep breaths through the nose in and out and keep eyes close to think of God, brings you all the way to a peace into your mind and soul. The meditation can draw essential force of love in to one's life and could bring out the richness of faith We should not forget that meditation belongs to a comprehensive body of teachings including ethics and wisdom Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @ 2004 Ravi Sathasivam

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2012

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Escape the Matrix

Escape the Matrix Or Escape from madness (Lesson23) Attack on freedom Attack on war Attack on cancer Attack all we deplore Attack the attacker As long as you don't see The attacker is hiding Camouflaged in you and me Attack thoughts Leads to effects we see Cascading thoughts Determine destiny God will heal our guilt God will heal our pain Forgive us all We are just insane Diana Dalton 19 August 2014

Copyright © Diana Dalton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

Rise, Die, Shine

Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die 
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and 
without pain
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time 
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.

Copyright © yesica lantigua | Year Posted 2009

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we our souls will spend our time repenting

we our souls will spend our time repenting 
but the body of truth always comes to light 
in drawing an end to come with true believers 
so they can see the many faces of the Devil 

greed in this world money takes over always
as they worship first with the Devil’s tools 
invading our space all for the sake of black 
liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure 

shame on this world absolutely for mankind
has not learned at all given profound problems
aplenty and stands the testimony of our times 
while war does not resolve anything—death’s end 

only when family lives are directly affected 
they have the fighting right to protect and live 
wherever they choose but we are all controlled 
and always told what to do openly or furtively 

in a system rolling unto the end of mankind
shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty 
the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh 
countries run amok and history repeats itself 

doing the Devil’s work at command or by one’s will 
while throwing our money around with profligate zeal 
like they are usually royalty by some birthright and 
this says so much for the world we live in today 

looking at their greed it’s oh so clear for all to see that
with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving
our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense
running everything into the ground to support their lies

present catching the past and past is the future’s prologue 
Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a 
heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful
and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul 

in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind 
are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright 
one chance will come with a golden sun shining 
but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand 

two paths lie in tomorrow’s dawning shadow dark— 
the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind 
we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor 
we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself 

the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us 
the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible 
but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we 
sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on 

We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever!

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem,
December 4, 2014 (Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

Evil Destroyer

Who I ask will conquer evil?
Shall it be a King?
Shall it be a General?
Maybe a roman emperor in Nero’s robes?
A Knight
Men at arms, defending what’s right?

For millennium many have tried
To bring good will and peace
Upon us all
Defenders of interests, many would say
Yet here we falter, as masses still die
Lennon in grave still ponders why

Prophecies of faith, are seeds that grow slow
The universe has time, for us human kind to learn
That wealth is not gold or silver or pearls’ so white
We fight battles, for lines we draw in the sand
All in the name of honor, the past and Clan
We must share what we have and honor all, in these lands

Will Buddha or Gandhi bring us this peace?
Can they fight without sword or men at arms?
The secrets to life are hidden in view
For it’s your child who will be savior
Of one and all
For the meek shall truly conquer

When a mother stands up against invading tanks
When a child says no to soldiers with arms
When children dance in the streets with joy
Against the war drums that beat nearby
It’s these small acts, which will win the day
Victory will be Malala's way

Never be fooled by a smile so dear
The meek shall be the army
To inherit this earth
Love truly will conquer all
You for sure shall witness all, as I say
From here or the heavens above

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Terza Rima | |

I Believe In Peace Not falsehoods

Now this is what 
I call a speech in the values 
that are held inside truth
 
It's about high time everyone 
in this world got of their high horses and wake up 
and face the truth and the harsh cold realities 

Face of this world we live in corrupted 
to the very core of society snakes dwell
standing up for what is right 

Light of justice piercing visions that hurt 
we all see the face of the fallen ones 
the blind begin leading the blind into battle 

Faceless to much hate filled with prejudices things need to change 
as this world is turning into a dark hole 
filled with evil war agendas before long we are to late to act 



unrhymed tercets the sighs at the crossroads of three now five steps one away from hell i call it

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Carpe Diem | |

In the Kitchen of Good & Evil

Good & Evil sat down to dine,
one clear, midsummer’s eve.
They feasted and ate from their porcelain plates,
on vegetables, cream and roast beef.

Now Good & Evil were friends in a sense,
but often they quarreled and fought.
They would haze each other, and engage each other,
in topics both narrow and broad.

Evil laid claim; “I bask in the fame,
that man has so hastily given me.
He has pushed to the front all the bad he has done, 
and sated his bloodlust with misery!”

As soon as he said this, he got a text message,
from Boredom, who wanted to visit.
“Thanks to Boredom, I prosper; he is like a father,
he is popular, and I have missed him."

At this, there was heard a knock at the door,
Loneliness, desiring to be needed.
-Or perhaps Loneliness needed desiring,
but Evil happily received him.

Now Evil’s expression gave way to a smirk,
and he wiped his cold lips with a napkin.
“My dear Good, pray, what is your worth?
To be overlooked whenever you happen?

This world is a bore and empty without us,
it is obvious man has agreed.
And it should be noted, transcribed and quoted,
you cannot exist without me!”

Good took a swig of his fizzy beverage,
and said; “you don't cease to amaze me.
I’ll admit it is true that some look up to you,
but, my friend, I am strong and you’re lazy.

For, if you take time, I am sure you will find,
that every man can be great.
He’s survived this long because he is strong,
Love is hard, but what’s easy is Hate.

Therefore, in closing, I am thus proposing,
if man must choose his temperament.
Evil tidings will always be none worth reminding,
-but when there is Good, one remembers it.

Copyright © David Dowling | Year Posted 2009

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BeLoved Green Commons

What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
reversing "evil"
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.

What is this love, synergy, active peace-filling justice 
of mindful compassion and contentment
here and now extending forward and backward
across all times and distinctions of identity?

Perfect love voids anger and fear,
confluent confidence overwhelmingly absorbing dissonance
as difference from confluence
into primally resolving frequencies,
functionally comprehensive contentment.

Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through proactive and generously proportioned kindness,
pay-it-forward redemptive
fore-give contented
balanced Ego/SuperEco value,
as Yang/Yin,
as double-binding negative vortex
revolutioning under positive (0)-Soul Teleological Prime Relationship
of Tao.

Fear fades coincidentally
as love fulfills its trembling place,
as live subsumes our evil rumbling space.
Despair grows naked without tools or weapons,
merely minds and hearts and bodies,
interdependent natural systems,
to organically transform our metamorphic trace,
confining dissonating heat to sweaty race,
pace,
embrace,
and challenges intending long-term primal wrestling,
co-challenges within timeless Golden Eco-Normic We Relationship.

Edenic life ionically balances ergodic recreation,
finding humor in ego's hateful quaking,
double-binding double-negative monoculture
of Lose-Lose mutually mindless monopolistic dis-ecosystems.
All Yang,
no yin,
original over-deductive sin,
omitting half our good and bad potential,
intuitively discovered as only half-bad,
not not Original Intent
of Polyculturally Multisystemic Harmony.

This prime relationship
between eco-logical mind and eco-normic heart
incarnates polypathically:
invest in what you and we all love most,
to disinvest in fear.
Multisystemically therapeutic,
like human DNA-live organic relationships,
swallowing backward-e-v-i-l monotemporal wrong directions,
biological folding and unfolding,
bellowing passive-solar nuclear fusion of mind and heart.
Just-Right Vitamin D counteracts Despair.

Actively cooperative economic design,
Quilting-Bee intent,
smorgasbord assumptions,
fuel polyculturally multisystemic therapy,
as competitive Lose-Lose overly-sustained practices
feed anger,
boredom,
isolation,
silos of mortal fear,
suffering,
feeding into monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless
monocultures of Black Hole entropic misappropriation,
and socioeconomic pathology--
fear and unredeemable loss.

Black Hole economic competition
never ends with enough for ME.
Ecological binding cooperation
never ends without sufficiency for WE,
consumers and producers,
regenerators and redeemers.

If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly and swim together
in abundantly nutritional organic markets
with permaculturally optimized design,
square rooted in full-living functional values
relationships appositionally tipping,
syncing,
swaying and dancing,
smooth-structured away from mortally feared dissonance,
toward WEself-identity confluence.

Within and on,
under and over,
before and after,
above and below
this Carnival Midway's  natural systemic Tao,
P=NP
as,
because,
equivalently,
coincidentally
Yang=ReverseYin. 

Evil is to dissonant-revolt, eco-fear echoing anger,
as live's fullness becomes lover;
as alien competitors and fearfully dark new moons
absorb ionic re-balancing FullMoon redeemer-power,
each in its full-humored season,
and subject to at least some reason.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Prince of Peace, Come and Reign

Prince of Peace, don’t long delay
Don’t let evil have its way
Death threatens our very life
There is war, abuse and strife

Prince of Peace, we’ve had enough
This life, oh Lord, this life is rough
We lose our loved ones, yet we pray
“Prince of Peace, come back today.”

Until then, Lord, send healing
To hearts that yet are bleeding
They’ve lost  loved ones who are  dear
Prince of Peace, to them be near

Prince of Peace, this can’t go on
Don’t let the evil hide the sun
Don’t let our tears soak the ground
While our hearts to grief are bound

Oh Prince of Peace, come and reign
Enter our hearts; soothe the pain
Touch our lives; revive ammmgain
Let’s  not live our lives in vain

Prince of Peace, oh Mighty One
You are God’s own Precious Sun
The morning Light and our Song
Help us in your love be strong

Bring in your kingdom of peace
With your coming grant release
Your Return is drawing near
Then you’ll wipe away each tear

Oh, Prince of Peace, come and reign
In my heart and soul remain
In our country come and dwell
Prince of Peace, banish this hell.

Isaiah 9: 6- And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, PRINCE OF PEACE!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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The Dark Knight On the Cliff

A young maiden fair and slender of great beauty and rose complexion
Was gathering wild flowers in a forest when an angel to her appeared
Gently she flew down and softly whispered in the virgin maiden’s ear
You are the chosen one and your destiny it is to save the Black Knight
High on a Cliff he stands alone in deep despair cursed by the Gods and fate
Only a true loving heart can save this mortal from all of hells damnation
Take this silver dagger, and child use it well, smite all evil and set him free
The angel then turned and disappeared as quickly as she had come 
A vision then came and the maiden was able to gaze upon the black Knight
A man of grand statue and true beauty with sad dark penetrating haunting eyes
The virgin maiden’s heart it stirred as desire and longing enveloped her soul
Her Knight was held captive by demons and bound by chains of steel and gold
They hissed and snarled as if their screams came from the depths of hell
She could hear the knight’s distressed silent cries and felt his despairing agony
on wings of angels she was lifted up past impenetrable talon rocks to his tortured side
As fallen angels held him back, demons screamed and flaming fire on her breathed
Hatred and loathing spewed out on her as huge black ravens pecked at her eyes
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged monsters, demons and ravens all
The monsters and demons then ripped at her flesh, their teeth drawing blood and skin
Brandishing the dagger she bravely challenged each fiend and evil spirit one by one
She fought with such overpowering strength she knew not she possessed
As one by one demon and monster fell unable to overcome her true abiding love
Then the black howling devils of the night appeared even then she had no fear
Swiping at her adversaries she stood her ground, and plunged the dagger deep
Unable to cause more agonizing torment they soon faded in the depth of night
As released tortured souls screamed out for salvation and for eternal peace 
As one by one her black knight’s captors were defeated by her love alone
Suddenly all screaming and hideous cries abated and peace then reigned 
She gazed up into his soft gentle smoldering eyes her wounds forgotten
As he wrapped her in his arms and blessed the gods and all above
All his great agony and fears dissipated as the stars softly blessed their love
And on the cliff he gently kissed his maiden fair as an angel’s choir sang
The moonlight bathed them in light, as united they became as one in Paradise. 

Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern

Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

LOST FAITH IN HUMANITY

About a few days ago, to my embarrassment,
I saw two men ill-treating a dog. They beat it until its death!
The men were laughing, having fun.
I was taken aback.
And lost faith in humanity.

Homo Sapiens, meaning Wise Men.
Hah? Wise men?
Are we?
Man has turned into an inhumane senseless beast.
The world is full of crass materialism.
War bloodshed and terrorism.

A faultless infant,
A starving dotard.
Do these innocents deserve this?

Man has become a cruel, blood sucking leech,
Is this what our culture and religion teach?

Grief, unhappiness and pain has become a common sight,
Small things, big fights.

I am shocked to see the inhumanity of a man towards man,
                                                             towards animals.
We talk of wisdom, intelligence.
Where are we? Is this going good?
Where are the senses gone?

The world has turned into a nasty pit.
Lack of morals, Lack of wit!
I feel ashamed,
I feel pity!
And yes? Completely lost faith in humanity.

If this continues 
Human species will not last longer.

Just think about it.
Make this world a better place to live in?

Copyright © Kshitija Agrawal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Scene Of The World Is Changing


The World is not a happy place people don't care about others
they just want to have their own space.

The World itself is a beautiful place but it is the human race that brings
shame and disgrace to the world as they have caused much harm and 
destruction and the world is now in sore straits one too deep to contemplate
of the terrible state it is now in.

What is the Solution to the Dilema, well from a human standpoint the answer seems
bleak as humans can only do so much and we are fraile and weak, so then who else can
we seek for guidance? 

It would have to be a Source more powerful than anyother the 
Creator and our Heavenly Father Jehovah  in the heavens above who is the Personification of Love.  
He is soon to take action into human affairs to show and prove just how much he really cares  for all.

 He will destroy the Source of evil which is the enemy Satan the devil which his name meansresister, he is ruling at present it all stems back to the beginning in The Garden of Eden.

He knows he is nearing his end, although he may pretend  that he has forever but he is causing the damage and evil acts, as the whole world is lying in the power of the wicked one, so from this we need to take action ourselves and regain our spiritual health instead of pursuing the materials, prestige and wealth.

Take to heart this warning and sound advice as there is a hope for the future that enables us to cope.

There is a new world that awaits all righteous ones here on Earth that God has promised to kindly give in order to make us happy to live, there will be peace and happiness all around and not an evil person n sight,  

we will grow to perfection and live forever, welcoming back our dead loved ones in the grand ressurection that we eagerly look forward to, so this may all seem like some made up dream but believe me 

it is real and is comming true as all these what's happening in the world today are fullfilling Bible prophecy so when in distress turn to the one knows you Best and learn the Truths from God's Word, and you can have a happier life now and in the future you will not have to fear or dread as there is a hope instead even bringing back
the dead.

Copyright © Leanne Perks | Year Posted 2012

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The Evil Queen

Strangers:
I feel as though she may never change,
Never give good a chance.
I feel as though we play a game?
One I've played in the past. 

Friends:
I swear her eyes tell me no lies,
I think they all are wrong.
Yes, if she feigns at least a try...
Behind her I'll stay strong. 

Family:
Until the day she overcomes,
Her past and her evil deeds,
I'm patiently standing all alone,
And often she'll stand with me. 

Copyright © Faire Lucas | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

My Poem for Paris

Their violence, can only be condemned
Their fires, can never be extinguished
For their bullets, and detonations
Can never be undone
As living is not an option, for the lifeless

Their contemptuous acts against humanity
Cannot be denied
For the tears they have claimed, keep flowing
Promising no dryness, until peace prevails
And weapons, are lost

Reasons, bear no importance
Murder, can only be condoned by few
For bloodied portraits, agonize most 
As often innocent souls, wishing to turn back time
Shadow the background of each

The growth of the cynic, only thrives
As compassion, evades his heart
His faith in mankind, is long lost
Though a cynic, I am not
My heart only throbs
As the city of love, is wounded by hate...

*Keshan*

Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad | |

Peace Of Mind


How do you get a peace of mind
Praying to god helps and not being blind,

You have to face the problem head on
Even the most difficult things in life can seem to far gone,

Always remember there is hope and you shall see
There is a light at the end of the tunnel that will set you free,

Once you tackle the problem at hand
Then all whom is weak will not take a stand,

Against someone who is trying to have peace
That is when most likely you will see them cease,

Which is why the fight for peace has been so hard
It is because people like me let it get to far.


Written By: unique Poetry 2015





Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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Restlessness Allows No Inner Peace

His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty; 
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.

There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.

He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness; 
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals. 

Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.

He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents, 
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.

He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "



* Chicas: girls  
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear  
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow 
* Bandido: bandit
 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Drive the Evil out

A spirit that dwells without 
peace will not find rest but 
it’ll roam aimlessly. 

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

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The Gift of Food Sack


A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles 
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother  

Udaya R. Tennakoon






Copyright © Udaya R. Tennakoon | Year Posted 2013

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Wishful Thinking

It seems as though I’m drowning, 
When I’m surrounded by hard ground.
The whispers of innocent people 
Are screaming all around.

Where is the peace so longed for?
Has it wasted all away?
“Please let the violence end,
And let us live as one” I pray.

They say nothing is impossible,
But it’s getting harder to believe.
This image of a perfect world
Is beginning to deceive.

Life is too short to worry,
To be unhappy or to pout,
And someday, maybe someday,
We can force all this evil out.

Copyright © Brianne Tyson | Year Posted 2015

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Perfect Dumb Ass


No one is perfect not even me

If you say you are I have to disagree,

People were not made to be judgmental you see

Everyone has flaws they hide even me,

We all try to pretend that we are all definitely free

Of things that haunt us even at the young age of three,

We are not perfect can't you see

The mirror in front of you is all you need,

Just accept who you are no matter what that might be

God created all of us for all eyes to see,

No body says you have to agree

This is my way of thinking and my philosophy,

Just remember it always comes in threes,

No one will ever be free.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2013

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism | |

Oppressed and the Oppressor

You can see, yet you do not see
A hole, where a heart should be
You can hear, but do not heed
The screams and cries of those that bleed
Can speak, but are strangely quiet
Oblivious to the disquiet

You can clearly see the discrimination
But are programed by the oppressors narration
Your humanity has turned to stone
Your hatred of the oppressed way overblown
“They are a different faith. Their colour isn’t right.
They are the enemy we have to fight”
You’re taught they are evil, your side is always right
Is it right? That people are harmed? 
The child, the father, the mother, sister or brother
Who these tyrants say are bad, so they kill and smother

Beleaguered and desperate, they had arisen
Struggle for freedom, has left them poor and shaken
Millions now sealed in an open prison
Their homes and land forcibly stolen
These unfortunate wretched people
The world has left alone and broken

Your logic, “the invaded should sit and take it,
We are justified to kill and maim as we see fit,
Slay all who oppose us, scare them straight,
How dare they fight for liberty,
They should just accept their fate,
If to the occupation they don’t submit,
Stamp them into the ground, defiance we can’t permit”
The women, the children, the men, and the old
All a viable target, a fictional tale can later be told”

What can be done? Pause. Let go of hate, Just a fraction
Give peace a chance, stop the territorial expansion
Split the land and each to his own
Let go of the loathing, leave each other alone
Just stop the killing, every life is dear
Better to live in peace than in fear

(just my thoughts, your free to disagree)

Copyright © Amar Qamar | Year Posted 2016