I do not know?
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters; turning
Amid my spindrift Soul wherein loves tumult rages....
Crashing through this pulsing heart that knowingly craves her ~
Aneath these turquoise tides, which tear burnt pages?!
Washed upon the shore to feed the pyramids pyre
Torn from destined books carving ancient time....
Spirits chanting dreams while dancing in the fire
Captured by the flames of oranges burning; loves sublime ~
Sunrise, now gathering blue horizons to kiss the wrested nights
Waning heavens waving a million reflections left, glittering deep inside....
Astringent embers touching tranquility while as floating through the rougish sky
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters still, only to subside!?
Torn from destined books carving ancient time; this
My own Aphrodite....
...."My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~
Copyright © John Rhinem
A star has fallen
a brush of light
a little corner deep
in the firmament
before it turns
A dream that vanished
before it even became
a glisten of wish
a bud that withered away
before I study it
or it was just a breath
which sacrificed itself
for other breaths
and shone like a Sun
before it unites itself
with the Infinite Being
the 'Ancient of Days'.
Copyright © Vassilis Comporozos
luminous cross delicately hung
by cherubs adorning a cold night sky
The warmth of a promise yet to be fulfilled
lured shepherds and wise men alike
to a humble manger
where a Savior drew his first breath
exhaling in the bitter air
of a world He sought to save
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire
In the northern heavens her essence so vivid
My constant seraphic star
Basking within her gloriousness warming
Cleaves to me from distances far
Guiding my pathway on night lit Earth
Keeping my course right and true
Holding back storms until I reach my safe haven
To witness the next dawn rise anew
Those nights when cover clouds her features
Her radiance rushes in on the winds
Blessing my journey seeing me home safely
Forgiving my ways absolving my sins
Morning starts breaking and my cherub starts fading
Past the horizon waters falling so deep
Awaiting the rising of her mettle so tender
Of that maternal star light unique.
Copyright © Charles Fuller
Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.
Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.
He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.
And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
God sent Him to us, to save us from sin
His arrival foretold by the sages.
The angels rejoiced when so long ago
They brought news that’s been told through the ages.
Mary the Virgin gave birth to the child
Who had come to bring peace to the earth
The angels sang carols, spreading the word
Proclaiming our Lord’s long awaited birth.
He came to bring peace, he came to bring love,
He was the answer to all the world’s woes.
The shepherds and wisemen came from afar.
To follow the star as far as it goes.
We like the shepherds must follow the star.
It is up there in the Heavens still glowing.
If we would banish all wars and distress
We must follow wherever it’s going.
There is nothing God’s love cannot conquer
Freely given to all those who believe.
The star shows the way to Christmas joy
And blessings of that first Christmas Eve.
By: Joyce Johnson
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
Dream up another Christmas:
with snowflakes softly falling as tiny fragments of a comet,
that have traveled a millennia of light years,
to reach your cold hands awaiting their warmth,
before someone else sees them descending like fireflies...
And with the merriest,
envision a garden of winter's flowers:
with lovely orchids, lenten roses, honey suckle and amaryllis;
and pray that the blizzards will not trifle with your affections,
and bury them under its deepest snow...
And which other gift can surpass this?
Showers of the smallest comet:
running across the December sky,
a splendid display of a thousands lights,
through long streams of glowing dust...
Dream up what you wish and desire,
because no other season is jollier,
as you put up that Christmas Tree
by the widest window, looking over the snowy street, to thrill everybody;
and wouldn't the tiniest star land on this evergreen's tree top?
And with the merriest spirit marvel at the scenery of a sensational and glorious night,
which is really cold, but pleasant to watch with the blithest eyes,
to witness the appearance of a star that will brighten what was lusterless;
and wouldn't we be glad for the coming of the mightiest of kings...a King who will dwell
among us! And He will speak kindly of His Father living in the highest Heaven...
Copyright © Andrew Crisci
Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Copyright © humble b
A moment at night
Something fell outside the door
Sparkling gem so bright
Picked up a shovel
Whilst started to melt soil
Held it on my hand
Can't uttered a word
Vibrant hue and glow persists
Turned to diamond.
Copyright © marvin celestial
The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.
Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.
But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…
Copyright © Gergana Skywalker
There once was a wonderful star
Who thought she would go very far
Until she fell down
And looked like a clown
She knew she would never go far
She would land near the moon
Copyright © Cassie Smith
Salvation was born that long ago night,
In Bethlehem's lowly town.
Little did the townsfolk know,
Emmanuel had come down.
Night time sky began to glow,
Twas a star brighter than the rest.
Never before had so bright a star been seen,
Inciting omens to be guessed.
Good tidings were shared with the terrified shepherds.
Heavenly messengers sang with joy.
The shepherds did as the angels said,
and worshipped Mary's baby boy.
Copyright © Kim Merryman
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir
I might sparkle in the night
but I'm not the only star
you might not see them in the sky
it depends on where you are
Am I the only light in your eyes
that makes you smile when you cry
if your favorite's what you say
don't you blink it might fade away
Only when we give everything
we're truly ready for better things
we invite ourselves off to drift
the steam rises and our spirits lift
Follow me, into sun sets
be brave and strong with no regrets
and when the sea takes the light
we'll find a new day after the night
there's still a new day after the night
Copyright © Brandon Triv
I wish there was a star:
That knows what's inside my heart
Listen to my troubled thoughts
That talks to me when no one else is there
And call my name when it has been forgotten,
To make me shine when sadness is letting me down;
Truly, I wish there was a star:
That understands me better,
To bring back the smile stolen from me
And take me along in its journey,
To a valley where all things shine happily
Where joy blossom every morning, every night
Lives decorated with anointed perfection;
Yes, I believe there is a star:
That loves me most
That sings my birth song,
Inspires me to fulfil my vows
And journey with me beyond the borders
Copyright © Lekau Mamabolo
Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light
I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.
In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…
Copyright © Gergana Skywalker
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD
Star of Heaven, come to earth;
lead us once again to our Savior's birth.
Speak the language from God's own lips;
grant us nectar in honeyed sips.
Invade our hearts with revealing light;
accept our praises this holy night.
Copyright © Cona Adams
A tribute to John Sherman
There can be only one
I’ve been around a long, long time
So many folk I’ve Known
I’ve shared a beer and a social chat
And as the years have flown
I’ve had my share of legends
Put many folk on high
And yet one guy I will remember
Until the day I die
I’d have to say that John Sherman
Has impressed me most of all
He gives himself to everyone
Though the man he be no fool
He’s humble, kind and cares a lot
For all folk on this earth
There can be only one man
For me that has his worth
John Sherman changed my life around
And saved me from myself
Through him I gained my sanity
He gave to me true wealth
I raise my glass for this great man
He’s the grandest that can be
To me there’s only one hero
John Sherman, he’s for me.
20 July 2013 @ 0900hrs.
Copyright © Peter Duggan
The First Gift
There’s news for the young and news for the old,
And news for a world lonely and cold,
And down through the ages this story’s been told
How Love was revealed to all.
Into the world that was full of strife
God told Mary that she would give life
To a boy-child, and become Joseph’s wife
And not to be afraid, at all.
In order to keep the law of the land,
They traveled in winter over hills, rocks and sand.
To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand
But there were no rooms for them all.
The inn keeper said, ‘I’ve no rooms inside
But out here there’s a stable; around the side,
So in you all come, it’s dry and wide.
They all trooped inside, one and all.
The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw.
Joseph spread their blankets over the floor
He put hay in the manger, and then saw
Mary give birth in the stall.
He went to her side and beheld the sight.
In wonder he helped her through the long winter night.
They placed the babe snug and tight
In the manger; He slept through it all.
The first to hear were watchers of sheep
Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep,
Staying awake, they did not sleep,
Until the sun appeared over all.
While they sat in the fields all through that night,
The light from a bright star gave them a fright,
Until the messenger came within sight,
And pointed the way to the stall.
This brightest star shone across every nation;
It showed the way on this special occasion,
For three wise of men, who with elation,
Followed this star to the stall.
First shepherds, then kings entered the door
Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw,
Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw;
God’s brightest star; born for all.
Each offered their gifts to the one who would give
His life, so we might know how to live.
When we do wrong, with love He’ll forgive,
So we can forgive one and all.
At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven,
There’s love received with each gift that is given,
Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon,
To remind us God’s love, shines for all.
The words set to rhyme and rearranged,
This story throughout time, unchanged.
Just as God's love has never changed,
It is here and now for all.
written by Wordancer
Copyright © J Eliza JAMES
Once, he had the most brilliant light
In Heaven, he'd been the star even at night
The most favored, the most beautiful
He never thought one day he'd become a fool
He was always pure, never felt insecure
Until Heaven borne one special creature
And the angels cried, the angels wondered
What would happen if they are no longer favored?
Angels watched as Heaven gave the man a special woman
My beloved one walked away, flame in his hand
Why the special gift for a man made in soil?
That was when anger and envy started to boil
The most beautiful star sat alone in silence
Heaven's in peace, can he dare start a violence?
Yes, he would for the love of Heaven
So he called all his beloved brethren
War would never do good for anyone
He knew from the sight of blood in his hands
And stared at the ground where his brethren laid
From the bloody battle, my beloved angel turned away
His wings unfurled, made of pure Heaven and glory
They were as black as night, magnificent and lovely
He made once last glance as he begun to descend
He knew he made a mistake he could never amend
It was his nature, no other pleasure than flying
But his heart broke knowing that he's falling
He landed to the ground, broken and wounded
Tears from his eyes, he felt ashamed and abandoned
He stood alone in the middle of the night
His wings dimmed, slowly fading its light
For the first time, he felt the rain on his skin
And for the first time, he shivered from the coldness of the wind
He looked up and saw his brethren
Why did they follow him, he's a Fallen
They bowed their heads, still loving him
So he decided, He's Lucifer and no longer the Son of the Morning
Copyright © gracel almada
got up today feeling a bit lost but happy
got up with a rush of feelings took me away
looked around , no one was there
don't worry it is always this way , so , i took my jacket anD closed the door
had no idea where to go but the wind was trying to tell me something
something i couldn't hear clearly but it gave me a huge energy
love , passion , visions , and a loT more
kept walking and walking sometimes running through this world
wanted to scream and let the people know who i am
where were all of this ? where was i ?
i spent my years trying to impress the wrong person , trying to fit when i was born to stand tall
made the wrong decisions , shut my mouth and never had the words
but oh if you could see me now ! would you recognize me ?
this life is so much fun full of greatness and hope
i wish you could see that , i wish you could take off the dust
bring colors to your world and shine up like a bright star
that took me so long but believe me it is worth
worth the pain worth the fight and worth the stuggeles
goodbye old me , goodbye mask
time for me to fly , i would be glad if you joined
come up here , push you can make it
when you do i will tell you a secret
i shal tell you .. this is what the wind was telling me
yeah i can hear it now ....
Copyright © mira bououni
I found myself sweating last night
From a dream I shared with you in perfect sight,
The place is dark, a corner without a light
You pulled me agressively, I felt uptight!
I heard your urging breath, so warm, so sweet
Planted owning kisses on my nape indiscreet,
As you own me wildly, felt you were in
I can feel the rushing pumps you made in between!
Oh, but at the wanting of this dream's delay
Woke up sweating; grabbed my robe; got up from where I lay,
Cold water didn't help cease the burning chill
This starry dreamy night, I feel that sizzling dream still.
Starry, starry night, as I look outside
Saw the vast sky and I felt chill inside,
Wrapped myself and whispered, "Where are you tonight?"
Hear my starry dream, hold me forever tight...
And I whispered as I saw the falling of the shooting star
Crossing my fingers and stared from where it will fall afar:
"I wish I may I wish I might,
Have my wish I wish tonight!"
Copyright © Inner Whispers
Look toward yonder Morning Star
And follow the staircase to your dreams
Love will find you where ‘ere you are
So cast your garlands in the streams
See them catch the golden sun beams
Gaze steadily upon its brilliant light
It calls us, 'come meet the glorious dawn'
It is the prize to keep in sight
As it is from light that pure love was born
And apart, the twain shall not be torn
This path is rugged; the journey long
At times we’ll stumble and look away
We’ll be accused of the same old song
Still, we must rise each time and be on our way
Light and love for us all shall never stray
English Quintain Contest
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick
I do not know?
A star is born
a new era dawns,
down on earth the
King of Kings is born
Give praise to the Lord God
our Saviour Jesus is born.
The Christmas message is
truly heart warming
So during this season of
the year, stay joyful,
triumphant and full of cheer.
Give praise to our Lord Jesus.
Copyright © Andy Craig
When parents don't have a choice and die
And all alone survive the loss
As I lie down to sleep at night
They send in dreams... A Star For Me...
When Motherhood gets disappointing
And all alone survive the loss
I borrow scissors from my heart
With trembling hands I cut... A Star For Me
When trains don't stop and soul mate's gone
And all alone survive the loss
I row my boat on lakes with moons,
I jump and catch reflections of... A Star For Me
When I am old, and years fly by
And all alone survive the loss
I won't be sad, would even smile
As I lie down, a final sight...
...A Star For Me...
For John Heck's Contest "Blink"
Copyright © iolanda Scripca
This is me Sagittarius, Taurus, and Pisces. An outspoken, generous strong, and spiritual Man....peter
The Archer, the bull, and the fish
Sagittarius the archer
Mixed with bull, and fish
He is a very stubborn man
You may wish and you may wish
But you’ll never stop him saying
What comes into his mind
And yet a man more generous
You will never find
Yet if your expectations
Are geared to make him change
If you want to take his mind
And thus it rearrange
Well this will never happen
His mind is mighty strong
And never will this man curtail
To anyone’s else’s song
If you want his generosity
His truths you’ll have to hear
The man is a philosopher
And he will make it clear
He’ll have his own religion
Might not agree with yours
Yet he will live within Gods love
From now till ever more
24 May 2015
Copyright © Peter Duggan
Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.
and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and memories planted
and like seeds watered
Take root amidst your cherished greens
Take hand in hand your
and brace with rooted tangled feat
The coming storm
Come to wash away
come to whisk away;
This is a magical storm
like myth was born
from your hands, as you shake them left to right
and wrestle from them
trample on your well-trodden soil
and in waves bead your sweaty water
shelter little sprouting
take shelter in his shadow,
Did you nurture your garden?
like I have nurtured mine
mine, lush with little ideas
lush with my graceful evasion
of duties unwatered
lush with little trees, that in my shadow
do not grow,
and their little fruits, so sour born
Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree
posies tangled on mangled fields
bounties of fruit, in your mangroves
children of our labor
all alike stand before the storm,
Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought
an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues
and bubbling forth
Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch
Come to reap the song and sun:
and it is in this shadow they finally grow
and gnarled hand takes my own
-I will not rot away on my own
I stand before my fated choices
our bonds new, old and gnarled
stand firm these moment’s beliefs and
children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both
eyes cast out and tears exhumed
before the coming storm
Our legs take root in our
and we cling to what
we hold to what knows
but the storm is just
and our roots are just
Copyright © Samir Georges
You are a shooting star.
You're light shines here from far.
A burning fire in the sky.
To dream, like a star, you fly.
To let the insults of the world pass you by.
Always keep your head held high.
As a dreamer you are strong.
To keep following the dream along.
Keep pushing forth with all your might.
Never give up your will to fight.
Find strength deep within your light.
Keep your fire burning bright.
Though there are people that doubt.
Follow your dreams, don't push them out.
Within yourself, believe in you.
When you follow your dream they will come true.
As a shooting star leaves a trail of dust.
In your dreams you must trust.
Let your dreams take you far.
For in everyone lives a shooting star.
Copyright © Michael Deas
Star Magnolia buds
Swollen pregnant babs await_
Sun's magical warmth
Copyright © Sara Kendrick