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Details | Free verse |

War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him



Details | Classicism |

Mistakes

Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Tac


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Tac.


Details | Rhyme |

A Time to Reflect

There was a time a while ago when animals mattered.
Treated as species that aided men and there well being, they were special as they were gathered.
Now humans have brought many to the brink of existence.
Progress by man has intruded on their habitat and threatens their sustenance.

Tress is necessary as well as plants for our very air.
Yet, in the jungle and forests we have chopped them down we just don’t care.
Man has a way of ruining the planet for money and greed.
Forcing the breeds of animals and plants to extinction caring not about their needs.

Progress man building more cities overpopulating the earth.
Spawning more children overstretching our natural resources what is it really worth?
Our children have a bleak world to look forwards to in their future.
Why do we not think of them? We should love them and think in love and nurture.

Money is said to be the root of all evil.
The evil one knows this that’s why he is called the devil.
An un-godly spirit malicious in his evil intent.
His fallen angels his legions are now in total content.

His spirit is powerful and corrupting man is his way.
Knowing his time is short he escalates evil every day.
Lining the pockets putting corrupt officials in Washington.
His smoke and mirrors with his evil partners are ruining this nation.

We have turned from our Fathers edicts, laws and morals.
Soon we’ll pay the price along with the evil one, repenting we won’t so it’s very improbable.
Our nation has one slim chance we must return to God and re-take our Christian values.
To do otherwise animals, plants, even humans have no chance it’s a moral issue and to animals, trees, and plants it’s very cruel.


Details | Rhyme |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Rhyme |

The Flood of Destruction

The Flood of Destruction " 5 The LORD saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. 6 The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. 7 So the LORD said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” 8 But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD.” Gen 6:5-8 NIV Whilst Noah built the famous Ark, He warned the people of God’s judgment. Their period of God’s grace Came to its internment. The Ark offered refuge and safety From the coming destruction from water, But only Noah’s family Were saved by heaven’s Protector. God always offers grace to man, But that time of grace comes to and end. Judgment and its door of mercy closes Even before Christ descends. The three angels’ messages of Revelation Clearly tell us how. Destruction of those who falsely worship And to the last days’ image bow. False worship is the reason That every soul will be tested. Seasons of grace For a time God’s always invested. Similar to the days of Noah And that great Flood of old, But this earth will be destroyed by fire; A new and perfect world to unfold. The Flood was a cleansing of the earth; From sin and its evil intent. The fire will cleanse just the same, When by God to earth is sent. The righteous will be in the New Jerusalem, Safe from Satan and his throng. Although they’ll attempt destruction, The saints are protected, Singing the New Jerusalem’s victory song. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | Dramatic monologue |

Something is in the House

She is paranoid. Every evening during dinner, she asks her husband, “Is someone coming to get me?" Consoling her, “Of course not dear, you ask me this every night. And, no one has come, have they?" Still not easing the pain, she asks her husband “Is someone on their way?” He is beginning to get annoyed, "No, has not happened yet." He replies.

During the day while her husband is at work, she sits by the kitchen window – scanning the back deck and the front door. She knows they are coming for her. It makes her skin crawl just to ponder. However, she knows something he does not. It is not a human she is worried about, it is her vivid dreams of the spirits she fears. She dreams about them at night and senses them during the day. Surrounding every move she makes – she feels them to the core. Deciding to confront her husband, she explains of her fears. Please listen, "I have dreams of evil spirits. That is what I am afraid of."  Irritated, he tells her, "That is ridiculous. You just have too much time to spare." 

The next day she goes to the Golden Eye to buy some security. She tells the owner of her dilemma and that her husband does not believe. "Bay leaves," he tells her to buy. "It wards off evil spirits." He tells her to lay them under their mattress and that will take care of her fright. When she arrives home, she quickly opens the bottle. The smell is pungent in the air. She tugs at the mattress and spreads the green, thick, leaves about. Her husband comes home and asks, “What did you do today?”  Reluctantly, she had nothing to say. 

It was time for bed, relieved she thought she had found the resolution. She has sweet dreams and sleeps fairly well. However, when she awakens, she turns to her husband who is not there - only his clothes remain. She searches the house; he cannot be found and his car is still parked in the garage. “Oh no!” She screams as she returns to their room and lifts his part of the bed. Sobbing, she forgot to lay the bay leaves under his side of the mattress! He should have listened to her the first time; it was not all in her mind. This time they stole HIS soul. Are they coming back for hers?

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012


Details | Epic |

Endless Time (Part I)

Delicately it came rapping upon my front door
while I laid down to rest that cold dark night
quietly at first then heavy pounding, pounding.
An unfamiliar visitor stood waiting for entrance
yet even now I know not why I cowered in fear.
Ominous fingers of foreboding seized my soul
as I prayed the unwelcome guest would depart,
even as thunderous pounding, pounding persisted.

Minutes lingered and grew into sleepless hours
when I arose from my bed nigh three in the morn
tumultuous pounding, pounding refusing to end
I flung the door open wide to bark my displeasure
but was met by a sinister figure upright before me
clothed in drab hooded robe, face hidden from view
in left hand held a scythe, wood and gleaming steel 
A voice, more a moan, commands, “It is time to go.”

“What evil has come to my door?” I questioned.
“I am neither evil nor good,” the specter replied.
“I am -- nothing more nothing less, Death be my name.”
The scythe quickly raised to inflict one fatal blow
I shouted “Wait for one moment, won’t you come in?”
Arced high at its peak, sharp glimmering blade paused
‘til lowered slowly, butt resting again on the floor.
The wraith glided slowly across the narrow threshold.

I offered Death a seat and a drink, only the seat taken. 
An aged brandy I sipped while we chatted ‘til dawn,
me learning about death as Death learned about life.
Death: neither man nor woman, lacking heart or soul,
feels not emotions of pleasure or grief or hope or despair,
yet simply exists, for without life death cannot be.
So with new knowledge of Death, a covenant I made.
Not ready to leave, in this mortal world I chose to remain.


Details | Prose Poetry |

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! ! ! ! ...


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