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The Peephole that is the Moon

An infinite door of midnight blue;
glowing peephole that is the moon.
Dare I look before turned to dust?
Yes, dear friend, I surely must.

In the midst, a city of finest gold,
large as the earth; immense and bold.
Quoins of pearl, this must be known,
the lusture seemed a life, it's own.
Rising from it, a mountainous temple;
whisps of prayers escape the steeple.

Without the city, fields of crystal flowers,
and trees more akin to wind chime towers.
Platinum trunks doning metalic leaves.
Angelic music when brushed with their wings.

Out from all this, layers of various planes
seemingly worlds of their own, yet all of the same.
Once starving children and homeless ones too,
with comforts of home; endless tables of food.
One plane of great sports, children running free;
prosthetics and wheelchairs, now trophies and glee.
Another, Indian braves running with buffalo,
women laughing carefree with children in tow.
Serene planes of beaches and tropical breezes.
On none was found pain, lameness or diseases.
Thousands of planes, but my favorite to view;
families and the ancients with no need of adieu.
So euphoric, this sight, but there is more to tell,
as three glorious chimes of the great temple bell.

All froze still as beams of golden light
transported them to the temple in quiet.
The most beautiful prayers and songs arose.
From within the city; pure love aglow.
Three bells again and all were beamed out;
some to the same planes, some different routes.

I wanted so badly, to open the door
and be in this place forever more,
but the door was locked and I had no key,
then an angel turned and flew towards me.
Approaching the peephole, that is the moon,
It said, "Don't worry, you'll be here soon."
I have need of a key, I began to implore,
and it slipped a note neath the midnight door.

I unfolded the note; three lines within,
and three nails fell out; payment of sin.
The first line proclaimed, the door was faith.
The second; the beams are God's loving grace.
Overcome by peace as I read the third line.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the light,
and I remembered a scripture that so sweetly states;
"For by grace, through faith, are ye saved."

Copyright © Arlene Smith

Details | Sonnet | |

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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What if it's true

How would you change?
If it were all true.
Heaven and Angels..
watching over you?

Is there Paradise in
..the hereafter?
Some just don't..
think things matter.

What if Swarms of angels..
like butterflies.
Came to earth..would you realize?
That everything matters
that life's the prize.
How long will it take..
till you recognize..

What if the sun went dark.
What if it were true?
Would you change your ways?
Have a new point of view?

What if the Four horseman..
came galloping in?
Would your conscience feel clear?
Would you regret a sin?

Our toys are just toys..
It's not about money.
It's about loving each other..
and holding your honey.

It's about time..
and what we do with it.
Get up and dance..
or choose to sit.

The choice is yours.
So what will you do?
Will you change your ways?
What if it's true?

Copyright © Jennifer M.

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Wise Men Still Seek Him Today

W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him.  It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. 
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! 
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.

H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You.  Will You accept this love?

For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.

Copyright © Marty Owens

Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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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

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A Rainbow's Magic

A Rainbow’s Magic

A rainbow’s magic reflects God’s majestic and divine touch,
Giving us a panoply of colored images which mean so much.

The wonder of God’s enchanted pictorial missives here on Earth,
Gives us an ethereal pause as we reflect on each rainbow’s birth.

A rainbow is God’s celestial medium of His images to treasure,
To help Man better understand Him and meet His deft measure.

The power of a rainbow is its picture-perfect aura of pulchritude,
Dazzling our visual senses and assuring us of Heaven’s certitude.

A rainbow’s very visage mesmerizes our human senses complete,
And embeds in us all God’s spirited message of His love replete.

A rainbow is a noble and supreme reflection of beauty at its best,
And of shades of heavenly images on Earth meeting God’s behest.

A rainbow’s magic is the power of God’s message to us on Earth,
Subtly preparing Man for his heavenly ascent and his soul’s rebirth.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 13, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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These Days

Met with you the first time, knowing not what I had just found.
Working days and nights beside you, walking unit’s hard ground.
Helping one another in and out of these day’s crisis.
Trust in easy comfort sharing secrets and our vices.
Blinded by your selfless nature under our same God’s eyes.
Colored hues of virtue burned into your soul it rides
Times enduring twelves in truth and depth of pasts and yet-tos.
Corners turning heads to tails in trails you doing time thru.
I have watched you suffer dating burden from his cold hand,
Wanting many times to tell you to break from that dead man.
Wisdom needing to remind me, hope was holding you still.
Losing grip, you make the change and years returning, Love will.
My prayers carry wishes for you, one day’s given good spouse.
Under Holy Ghost’s soft guidance, making your home, God’s house.
Sharing smiles and tears in keeping promise past the last day.
Into Christ’s embrace that shines you through a Heaven’s gateway.
Always just a thought away you will be after our end.
Grateful in my heart to have been given such a rare friend. 

Copyright © rob carmack

Details | Pantoum | |

Your Touch Means So Much

Your Touch Means So Much
Your touch means so much to me my love,
As we hold each other with intense passion.
We know our love has God’s blessing above;
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion.   

As we hold each other with intense passion,
We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.

We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
We know our love has God’s blessing above,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.
Your touch means so much to me my love.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 31, 2015 (Pantoum)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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He knocks, but you do not answer the door for Him.
He wonders why you ignore Him 
and why you have turned your back on Him.
All he asks is that you believe in Him.
Accept Him.
Spend a little time with Him.
Have a daily talk with Him.
Is it too much to ask that you do well for Him? 
To walk right with Him? 
Have fellowship with Him? 
Let Him comfort and draw you near Him.
In your times of trials pray to Him.
He loves you dearly and would like to welcome you in Heaven with Him.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!

Copyright © Alesia Leach

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Hand from Heaven

I need a Hand from Heaven because Hell is all around
Enemies come with force to take a Godly man down
Smiles turn into frowns and frowns turn into tears
Flooding the valley with my hurts, hates, and fears
Making it a crystal chariot
Exposing evil creeping Judas Iscariots
With whips and lariots I get slashed and rubbed raw
I need a Hand from Heaven cause I can hear the devil call

I need a Hand from Heaven as the gruesome grip my soul
They push, pull, and drag me into the swamps they call their homes
I run but I can't hide as I turn another corner
LIke a fish out of the water, in the pan and on the burner
It's getting warmer as the heat comes in a hurry
I need a Hand from Heaven as fire turns into fury

I need a Hand from Heaven way down here in the depths
Where darkness swallows light and my savage soul is stressed
I wanna be blessed and to live in holy power
I want freedom from this dead zone where the devil gains his power
I want liberty from lunacy
God, will you bind this broken heart
I need a Hand from Heaven as You lead me through the dark

Copyright © Anthony Beesley

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When God Created Heaven


When God created heaven,
and he placed those stars above.
I knew right then the star I'd choose,
would fill my life with love.

The greatest gift bestowed to me,
is the best recieved by far.
Cuz that's the day I met you Babe,
and realized that you're my star.

Now I've never been a prayin' man,
for religion I seldom sought.
But I'll give God thanks and say "Amen"
for the gift of love I got.

I can't forecast what life will hold,
but there is one thing I know.
That if we keep it watered well,
our plant of love will grow.

You will always be the brightest star,
in the heavens of my heart.
And I won't despair when dark clouds near,
for my star shines through the dark.

Copyright © Jasmine Cruz

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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

the day you flew to Heaven

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs

Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering 

His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares

Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm

Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death

Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing

She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION

Copyright © Leonard Gage

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Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.

From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're  seeing,
To everything out of sight.

The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.

The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred  ring.

Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.

Copyright © ness tillson

Details | Blank verse | |

Hardest Tears to Fall

Tears too much in which you bleed
Heart aches toll, low sub's breathing
For then, in them, is shown in your skin

May it be brushed over
So it may sit to seep in this pale face
For you're in health
But yet sick in your emotions
Too close you can not bare now, today,
tomorrow, or again in yesterday's
For your pain is nearly not bared

I pray for you and your sister when weeping
Hopping that you will not drown in all sorrows
But cry when times are closed

Mother is all, not yet lost, for her heart lives inside yours
Knowing of a passing before it happens isn't so strong
But the second it comes, she goes and all weights toll
Heavy your heart is, you carry it like the ones in that room
All seems silent till a sob is heard

Hear at this event, the dark colors are all in the lights
The cold faces all glow so bright
For this woman has brought life into the minds
that breathed well before her time

To a loss like this, I would not bare
Alone I would feel, to a special youth that I still endore
For she is what's left of me; whom I may speak to, and 
whom would listen

As to you and your family, may you all lay close to her
May you breathe the way she has breathed
May you all see what she has seen
And may you hear all things she has heard

Her passing does not make your separation,
it only draws you closer
For the day of her event, bless her soul's crossing
for she stands in the clouds
Smiling above all your scene's
In hopes that you will all remember that she is still
there even through these means

I pray for you and your family to give potency and healing
To rejoice on the day she rose on cloud nine
And touched God's face
For this moment do hot dwell in the loss
Cry long but not for ever and remember
her years journey that she has completed
She is in thy safest place and thy hearts of whom she loved

Copyright © Savoy Boddie

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As I Lift My Eyes To See Heaven

As I Lift My Eyes To See Heaven

I lift my eyes to see heaven above
God's trinity that does so shine
Golden vessels filled with love
God's heart forever loving mine

Sweet are the words sent to me
sacrifice given to change my fate
Lord, answering my desperate plea
washing away all the evil hate

Glory, too weak for describing you
mankind, unworthy to your name 
True love you sent sweetly into
we that were so blinded and lame

The Trinity stands as the only One
your divine Will never to be undone


Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name,  Poems of Praise

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Free verse | |

Glory In Heaven

To heaven we are called,
                   his glory for us all.

The meeting in the air,
                   to stand before his chair.

So many of us are shown,
                   the greatness of his throne.

We will praise our loving lord,
                   forever in him we are restored.

Before the sea of glass,
                   his overcomers did outlast.

We see our savior crowned,
                   the trump of God to sound.

From the midst of us he came,
                   the lamb of God was slain.

To take the book thereof,
                   from his fathers hand with love.

So glorious for us to be,
                   his kingdom forever is ours to see.

Copyright © john aaron green

Details | I do not know? | |

Eating Twinkies with God

Eating Twinkies with God

The little boy walked into the park
the sun was shining very bright
he saw a lady old and frail
the sun reflected on her hair
Who is this lady, the little boy thought
with her hair so full of light

With two Twinkies in his bag and a coke in his hand
he walked to the bench and offered her one 
she accepted it gladly but no word came from her
except a bright smile and after a while
she had eaten, he shared his coke
and no word came from her except for that smile
then she held onto her cane , rose up and left 

The child hurried home and said to his mom
I went to the park and had Twinkies with God
but she was very old, now isn't that odd?
his mom looked at him and said
God touched your heart and you did something nice
you saw God through her face now here's my advice
when you grow up and I am old
just think of the lady in the park

The old lady came home and entered her house
she hung up her cane and said to her spouse
I went to the park and had Twinkies with God
but he was just a child, now isn't that odd?

© Ralph Sergi   

Copyright © Ralph Sergi

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Your Kiss from Heaven

Imagine you are outside sweltering. You’re faint, and it’s a bad state you are in. What sweet relief a summer’s rain can bring - When droplets start to kiss you on the chin! Or maybe you’re a little bit too warm, and air conditioning is all you seek when Mother Nature comes and shows her charm and blows you kisses - wind across your cheek. And maybe it is winter, and you yearn for something lovely as the north wind blows. You turn around and suddenly you learn God heard your prayer as snow flakes touch your nose. The rain, the breezes and the snow are His. How natural your kiss from heaven is. By Andrea Dietrich For the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

Details | Terzanelle | |

The Warmth of Our True Love

The Warmth of Our True Love
The warmth of our true love is forever,
As we walk hand-in-hand in God’s bright light.
Our love’s God’s gift and shall leave us never. 

We know dear one our love always feels right,
As we savor all of this emotion;
As we walk hand-in-hand in God’s bright light.

Our desire is a magical potion
Of heavenly force and cosmic power, 
As we savor all of this emotion.

This is our love’s ecstasy and the hour,
We find our destiny and feel God’s hand
Of heavenly force and cosmic power. 
Love’s God’s music in His angelic band;
Its divine nature touches our souls true.
We find our destiny and feel God’s hand.

God’s love for us binds us like cosmic glue;
Its divine nature touches our souls true.
The warmth of our true love is forever;
Our love’s God’s gift and shall leave us never. 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 23, 2015 (Terzanelle)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

Details | Terza Rima | |

Our Cosmic Existence

Our Cosmic Existence

We think what we know but the key confusion is always there,
When we ponder situations or events that have such high import,
And what we're used to dealing with daily at times on a mere dare.

In this cosmic realm what we don’t know we must try to purport, 
Significant because of the infinite nature of deep dark outer space, 
Which points toward an existential dichotomy of a most special sort.
Our knowledge of what we don’t know is of such an infinite pace, 
Confounding whole the mortal complexity of a cosmic coldness,
And defying our very consciousness in the monotony of dark space.
We must confront our cosmic existence with such confident boldness,
While calculating what we know and don’t—without any hint of fear,
And seek a God-given azimuth beyond this aura of a fearful coldness. 

Our cosmic existence lies in God’s light beyond this darkness and fear,
Meaning we must reach out beyond our mortal state in an aura of grace,
With our thoughts, our hearts, and our feelings so God can make all clear.

We can pursue this ethereal challenge now living in our human race,
While realizing we must reach out with God’s help to find this light,
And prepare one day for our mortal transition beyond to God’s place.

Our cosmic existence then is the two-way effort that we must get right,
As we seek out and find our way to Him spiritually beyond our short life;
Confident in our trek through a pathless land toward eternity into the light.

Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (May 1, 2015) (Terza Rima)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

Details | Narrative | |

God's Return Ticket

God's Return Ticket

Did you ever wonder about the Almighty’s criteria or selection process for reincarnation of souls back on Earth? Just think some famous politician, movie star, sports figure,criminal, dictator, and so on could use “God’s Return Ticket” to appear once again on our earthly plane one day as another person in body and spirit. Yet, how would you react as a transient soul in God’s Kingdom if you found out that your return options would be perhaps as an elephant, a gorilla, a lion, a toad, a snake, a bird, a dog, a cat, a fish, a whale, a snail, an octopus, a flower, a tree, an insect or even some type of inanimate object. The possibilities when one thinks about these options could be practically unlimited!
Now that I’ve maybe captured or at least heightened your attention to this spiritual possibility (even if just for the sake of conversation), imagine for a moment in the reveries of your mind and imagination of what it might be like to return to Earth as one the following:

A Former Man as a Woman: This time around you might have a definite edge since you subconsciously know how men think.

A Former Dictator as a Peacemaker: Historical first-hand knowledge of having been a brutal leader may enhance your efforts in negotiating peace in the world. (One can only hope!)  

A Former Hobo as a Wealthy Person: You’ve got a man now who may be respectful of those who are less fortunate. Such a wealth person may become a budding philanthropist. 

A Former Criminal as a Man of God (priest/rabbi/minister): Well this would be a turn-around whereby a former criminal now has the advantage of being a Man of God and has a direct connection to what he perpetrated and experienced when he was on the other side of the law. This experience may make him a better priest, rabbi or minister in the end. 

An Elephant: A quite stately and wonderful mammal indeed whose presence certainly enhances the Animal-Mammal Kingdom on Earth. Elephants are vegetarians and by their nature are not a threat to anyone. Returning as one today could be problematic given the mindless decimation of their herds worldwide by merciless poachers and criminals who represent one of the most sadistic and despicable parts of the “human race” today. (Let us all hope these individuals go straight to “Hell” when they die one day for what they’re doing to our elephants!)

A Gorilla: This could be viewed as a step back from whence you came as a human being, that is, depending on your views and belief system concerning evolution. I would think though it would be better to come back as a Gorilla in the wild than being one in a zoo. At least you would have your freedom, but then the challenge to this would be doing your best to survive the many poachers who would be trying to capture or kill you and your Gorilla loved ones!

A Lion: This choice might not be so bad. Just think, you could return as the “King of the Jungle.” A word of caution is in order though: stay in the wild and avoid being captured and put in a zoo or your “King of the Jungle” days will be past tense.														
A Toad: Just think, you’d acquire the unusual ability to hop around on “all-fours,” eating your favorite insects, and making croaking sounds all through the night.

A Snake: These reptiles are scary and are probably not the first reincarnation of choice. The real question might be what type of snake would one come back as. Good Luck! 

A Bird: Coming back as a bird would give you a chance to switch over to a diet of worms and help you to develop and hone your skills chirping and whistling all day long. Enchanting!

A Dog: This could be an interesting return to the mortal world. The question would be what size and type of dog you would come back as, and would you be the “quite type” or a “barker.” At least you’ll be man’s best friend.

A Cat: Being reincarnated as a cat would make you very popular with cat lovers and just think—you may end up inheriting the complete gene set for the nine lives’ gift of regeneration. Not bad at all! 

A Fish: Returning as a fish may give you satisfaction in knowing that you are a vital part of the world’s food consumption. If you come back as a specialty fish this might not be the case. Beware of returning as a Piranha, unless you plan revenge on someone who wronged you in a previous life. But as a Piranha—you won’t have many friends.

A Whale: Returning as one of these majestic mammals might indeed be a quite fabulous experience. Size matters in this instance and commands respect, but beware of poachers—another courtesy of mankind—at its very worst.

A Snail: This existence back on planet Earth may not be the most pleasant for you’ll be subjected to possibly being eaten or squashed by an inattentive passerby. Your very slow self-mode of movement will be challenging too.

An Octopus: Imagine your ready mobility in the sea and the newfound extent of your manual dexterity as you move under the water. You could be the new found hit of the underwater sea party!

A Flower: This could a wonderful experience especially if you were to be a radiantly beautiful flower. You would be a welcome addition to the plant world and could be the focus of people who seek out your beauty or perhaps want to pick you as a symbol of love and emotions. Think Red Rose!

A Tree: Well a tree may give a reincarnated soul a chance at a much longer finite life on Earth before dying or being destroyed by man. At least one would have the satisfaction of knowing that their presence as a tree would help improve the carbon dioxide imbalance on our planet. 

An Insect: A lot of insects are really nasty, but if you can make it back as a Honey Bee or Butterfly that would be grand.

An Inanimate Object: Just think you could come back as a plain old rock or stone or a seashell.

Enjoy these possibilities! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – February 7, 2015

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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I gazed upon your face, oh Lord
And the fires of hell extinguished their sting and wept for mercy.

I heard your voice call me, oh Lord
And the army of heaven carried me away.

I felt your love touch me, oh Lord
And i knew i was home.

I am this Earth and Heaven above.
I have not forsaken you as you have not forsaken me.

Copyright © Wayne Riley

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God of Light

God of Light

I awaken 
In the dark of night,
And face my lord
The God of Light

Who guides me 
Thru the haze of pain,
And takes on him
My guilt and shame

My comfort 
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand

Sinless, blameless
Once again,
Because He chose 
To call me friend

A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
To me

I lay no claim
To being just,
He gives me grace
In trade for trust

For any man,
Without the mercy
Of “I Am”

The song of God 
Is in my ear,
Calming each
And every fear

He sings 
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep

Protected from
All earthly harm
As I slumber 
In his arms

No longer frightened
By the night
My father
Is the God of Light

Copyright © Brian Wallace

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Heaven and Hell 1

Heaven and Hell

Alone and poverty-stricken, she turned a prostitute
There lived close by an old sage on a Heaven-bound quest
Whose mind never forgave the sins of this destitute
But her mind always dwelt on GOD  with the sole request
To save her from  Hell and to give in HIM her final rest.

Both of them ,in time, died ; to Heaven went the woman
And the sage went to Hell, to the surprise of the two
‘How could this be?’,  sage asked ,to get the reply that did stun
‘ True it’s that she sinned, but kept her mind pure and to God glued
For letting your mind  dwell on her sins, you got your due’

29th Jul 12
For Kim Morrison's contest

Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair

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My Father In Heaven

There is no one like the Father you are to me.
I was no mistake in your plans I see. 
I never was a plaything or an oopsy. 
In your heart I never was or will be.

You knew me before the sun ever rose,
You knew me before the ground ever froze.
You knew me before the first bird had flown,
You knew me before the first flower had grown.

You were there the day of my first breath.
You were there the day of my mother's death.
You were there the day my father died.
You were there as I wailed and cried.

You wait for me each day to come to you and pray.
You wait for me each day to look to you and say,
You are my Father and I thank you for your love
You are my Father and I think of you above,

Though each day I long to be with you,
I know you are there always with me...

Happy Father's Day...

Copyright © Pernell Rodocker

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Blessings from heaven:

Divine drops of wisdom fall,

Enlightened souls pray!*

(C) Demetrios Trifiatis

     09 August 2015 

* This poem was deleted by accident so I post it again with the 
comments received.

Anne Lise Andresen 
Date: 8/9/2015 5:34:00 AM - No blessing is so great that understanding of life itself - Beautiful written, dear friend Demetrios .... a 7! - Have a nice Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Mystic Rose 
Date: 8/9/2015 5:58:00 AM A beautiful drop of wisdom like a pearl upon his forehead, an anointing from the blessed one, he falls to his knees and offers a prayer of thanks, for his bounty, his health, and the flowers of his heart, Agapimu, loved you're haiku,

Afolabi Muideen 
Date: 8/9/2015 6:21:00 AM 
A beautiful and excellence write. I love your write is is wise..........A.M.

Tim Smith 
Date: 8/9/2015 8:49:00 AM 
Blessed be all my friend

Richard Lamoureux 
Date: 8/9/2015 9:23:00 AM 
The wise ones do indeed pray, for without prayer their wisdom would fall way to foolishness.

nette onclaud 
Date: 8/10/2015 10:26:00 AM 
graceful the lines of your 'ku, demetrios... wonderful work.. huggs

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis