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."
How would you change?
If it were all true.
Heaven and Angels..
watching over you?
Is there Paradise in
Some just don't..
think things matter.
What if Swarms of angels..
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?
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.
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
For Suzette Crous
Three gifts from Heaven
All priceless in their appeal
Yes.. Faith, Hope and Love
They descend on us like rain
And the greatest of these.. Love!
Contest: Regina's "Faith, Hope and Love Tanka"
Poet: Lyric Man
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.
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.
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.
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 clear...like a crystal chariot
Exposing evil ones...like 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
( 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.
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.
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
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.
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.
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 "
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
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.
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
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.
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
I do not know?
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
God of Light
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
As he takes my hand,
And shows me
How to rise and stand
Because He chose
To call me friend
A wretched man
Though I may be,
He offers fellowship
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,
And every fear
His weary child to sleep
This loving shepherd
To his sheep
All earthly harm
As I slumber
In his arms
No longer frightened
By the night
Is the God of Light
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
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.
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)
I do not know?
The Great Map Maker
A long time ago life took me
And I stopped short the pearly gate,
The narrow road and heaven’s door
But that crossroad was not my fate.
The stars were dancing in the night
Before man’s breathe was given birth,
Taurus born by His grand design
Leaves my destiny bound to earth.
The great map maker of the sky
Has a journey to walk you through
The zodiac is all mapped out
And the treasure map leads to you.
The constellations come to life
For an old story to be told,
Count the stars and find your way
And your journey will unfold.
I do not know?
Blessed are the Moments spent with YOU,
Blessed is the Time to be with YOU,
GOD you are Alpha and Omega,First and the Last,
Beginning and the End,
That is why we Pray unto you, with our Knees Bent.
I know you are watching over me,
And I am feeling truly Blessed,
for no matter what I Pray for,
YOU always know what's Best.
I'm so blessed that I've an Eternal Life with YOU,
Cause I'm Saved always as i Think of YOU
I Thankyou GOD for each Days Blessings,
Cause you are the GOD Almighty
Nothing can change my LOVE for you
Cause your Angels has lift me Through.
You are my Blessed Story,
Which I'll share it with ALL,
JesusChrist you are the Only way to Heaven,
Which rare People are Known.
God Bless you all is My Prayer Today,
I'm honored to call you "friend","family",
I Pray GOD will Keep you Safe,
Until we Meet Again!!!
On January 5th 1992,
God whispered in Nathan’s ear.
Oh, it seems like yesterday,
But it’s been seventeen years.
God came into the hospital,
And clutched him to Thy chest.
To accompany his little soul,
Onto his heavenly quest.
Before he parted earth,
And left for the above.
He felt his father’s warmth,
And heard his mother’s love.
And after all this sadness,
A place in heaven is our reward.
For Nathan is safe and sound,
Up with the Lord of Lords.
Though he left you as an infant,
Up in heaven he has grown.
For today’s the anniversary,
That God called Nathan home.
This is for Gary and Elizabeth Reese,
I have written you a poem from my
Heart to yours, may God bless you
and Happy New Year...Raul
Three years have almost passed,
Since God called you both home.
He summoned you untimely,
Up to Thy golden throne.
Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle,
Were both their names to be.
But God had other plans,
And brought them to Thy glory.
Though time is filled with sorrow,
There are things to be thankful for.
For Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle.
Are up in heaven with the Lord.
Dedicated to Cody and Brandlynn Young,
two fellow soupers who lost two children.
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Why is my skin color different?
Did God make me this way?
When he made me, did he have
intentions on me being a slave?
And I thought we were all brothers,
including all the ones of different colors.
But why are they beating and hurting the others.
Someone save me, I didn't choose this life.
These scars, they've carved me with the sharpest
All I have is my faith.
Because if I'd held on to anything else
it'd be theres to take.
What is it that I ask for?
Equality, I preach.
Something small to you,
but makes a difference
Whipping, spitting, hitting on me.
Raping our women in your wife's sheets.
Taking our children and turning them into workers.
No sense of empathy, grief or composer.
For the brotha' on my left and my sista' on the right,
with the courage that I hold I will continue to fight.
You have taken away my freedom, and most of my life.
But what you have failed to obtain is my state of mind.
Go ahead work my body, and do all that you please.
This is just a shell anyway, it's not coming with me.
You spit, you laugh, thinking you gained the world.
You think you have power because you've raped a young girl.
Stand tall sir with all of that pride.
And go ahead and hold it until the day that you die.
But your day will come when you'll fall to your knees.
Feeling the burn on your body from the whips you've given me.
"The LORD is my shelter,"
I continue to say.
While my soul goes up as God takes me away.
I wish you peace with smile on my face,
knowing that God teaches the fullness of grace.