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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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Miracle Divine

In the midst of great turmoil and strife, 
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base
It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face
Lead the mother eagle back to its nest…
Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest…
Shedding tears of empathy when the woman,
With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed

With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance
With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness
With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky…
Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires 

It is the very storm that knocks us down 
To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike, 
It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action... 
It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate! 
It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction... 
It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety...

Like music, it can soothe, or agitate,
Its rhythms changeable…forgivable… 
When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel
Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell
And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically….
A smile of the most precious melodies ring
New colors—see it, new colors shall spring

What this light truly means is to be revealed
Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel
Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality 
Beyond space and reality
Beyond the very tip of the mountain,
That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees…..
Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand
And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….”
Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody,
Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day-
Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web

For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest
Thank you, with love,
Laura 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sijo | |

Burning Flame Of Life

Arise and fall; the cycle of life; birth and death are human plight. A life is lit and it burns short; when matches struck bring in discord. Flames burn dim or bright; many deny, their own bright light.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

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,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Inspiration

I never knew I'd be in heaven
In the autumn of my years,
Or that I'd be immerged
In the brilliant art of words,
Or float above operatic notes,
Or view ballet through
My elated tears.

I never thought I'd meet
Inspiration face to face,
Or feel it rise within me
With a poet's surrendering grace.
I just know that I'm contented
As profound love keeps flowing
From my impassioned heart.
This is the gift that artists
Of this world yearn to impart.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

THE FALLEN LEAVES OF NEW YEARS

Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through
The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections
Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting pages,
Of the ever turning calendar months.
Against the frosted goblet of remembrance, lie champagne
Lipstick kisses, impressions left overs of smudges residue
Of love's betrayal.
Celebrations bursting bubbles of memory, turning into frothy foam,
That slides downwards, off the empty bottle of regrets broken vows,
Of the New Year's promises sensed past.
A clicking symphony of tiffany tears, shed upon the satin pillow shams,
Dried are the rose petals of passion, cold embers burn within the
Hearth of the tender heart.
Bold is the youthful yearling, whom stands upon the Oedipus of
Emergence, strong is the inner being, a blossoms flower yielding,
Yearning to sprout, to feel the warmth of the sun's loving grace,
Yet banished beneath the weight of truth's injustice at the end.
But in hopes faith it grows, lighting up the box window pane of reality,
Climbing upwards towards the heaven's enlightenment of
Tomorrow.
Ripple do the waves of the timeless, one more waltz to dance,
Another romance to enhance with their devotional trance, a
Lingering flickering flame moves across the ocean of the broken
Hearted lover, who listens only to the music’s rheum.
Oh in desires high pitch moment of consequence does not
The innocent victim lie slain, at the footsteps of lusts threshold
Of adulthood, evergreen is the tree of the New Year, and
Loneienesses vines, creep along the life lines of the
Devotional heart.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

FREEDOM OF THE WRITTEN WORD

Does not the pen yield its ink unto the bare page,
For expressionism to spill forward expelling inspirations
Liberal curve, it’s the power of freedom of speech is
It not.
How many have died for what they believe in,
What weight in blood soils, have these brave
Individuals has cost in life’s causes of the justice
And righteous.
These voices sounding can be heard even though
The flesh flame has been extinguished, hope light
Flickers in the darkest corner of silence, and it’s mighty
Winds wave can still be felt amongst the living.
Know one stands alone in a justified cause, if the truth
In the written words is spoken out loud, and is proudly
Bared by the author.
The next generations seeks our kindling fire, to inspire
There small embers to burn more brightly let us encourage
Such raw fuel to ignite, not smother it by smug self righteousness.
Set ablaze the pages of the future generations, let their inspirational
Spark spread, setting the very heavens a fire with enlightenment's torrent.
In this world we are given the gift of speech, thought, and wisdom,
For what other reason but to share the best of ourselves with others,
It is the gleaming light that sizzles in the eyes of the human spirit,
And severs us from the beast of the fields, and it is called Intelligence,
Compassion, and the freedom of speech.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Money

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic | |

Faith Is A Powerful Thing-

Faith is a powerful thing,
asking for absolute trust.
It allows you to believe 
that you are not all alone,
here in the shadow of death.

In times of persecution,
some souls have little else.

And yet it’s unshakeable.

Praying perpetuates hope,
opening your heart to God.
When you first feel Him enter,
everything in life changes.
Routine tasks take new meaning,
filling existence with purpose.
Until then you felt empty,
languishing in misery.

The love between you and God,
has only strengthened your faith.
It’s His love that sustains you,
not the words of those that say
God is nothing more than myth.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum | |

Paint a masterpiece

What have you done today to make someone smile? Did you reach out to brighten a stranger's day? The smallest gesture can make it all worthwhile, an act of kindness can wipe their tears away. Did you reach out to brighten a stranger's day? Compassion is natural for humankind. An act of kindness can wipe their tears away, empathy can help a confused state of mind. Compassion is natural for humankind. You can be a tower that shelters one's pain. Empathy can help a confused state of mind, wipe away doubts, so sadness does not remain. You can be a tower that shelters one's pain, when someone falls give them the power to rise. Wipe away doubts, so sadness does not remain. Paint a masterpiece with actions that are wise. When someone falls give them the power to rise. The smallest gesture can make it all worthwhile. Paint a masterpiece with actions that are wise. What have you done today to make someone smile?
11 May 2016 New or Old 2 - Poetry Contest by Eve Roper Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

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

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |

Walk In The Woods

As I enter the woods for a walk on a path walked by many
I see that the trees create an overhead canopy
With small streak of light filtering through the canopy
Squirrels scampering up and down the trees
Birds chirping and singing in perfect harmony
Toads blending into their surrounding
Frogs croaking on lily pads in the nearby pond
Balsam trees giving off their fresh scent of pine
My eyes can't believe the beautiful sights and sounds heard as I leave
Thinking what a wonderful walk in the woods I had 



Copyright © Pat Quinn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Senryu | |

You Will Feel

be mindful
human rights are human ways
that lead down

be careful
the words above always remain
wear no crown

trap the sin
destroy the lie of conceit
look within

don't consume all that you see
you will feel
wrong like fire

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven For A Poet

My own piece of heaven, a quiet little nook,
With only the finest parchment in a leather book,
A feather quill pen and an ocean of ink,
My thoughts would never stop to think,
Every single line I write would rhyme,
My poetry would be beautiful and sublime,
I'd be entertained daily, by Dr. Seuss,
And, put to sleep nightly, by Mother Goose,
Lessons from Byron, Shelley, Coleridge and Poe,
Teaching me every single thing that they know.

My own piece of heaven, will have to wait,
Until one day, when I must meet my fate,
So, for now I will have to be content,
With my own words that may be heaven sent,
Inspiration from my idols is all I need,
Writing poetry in a notebook from Mead,
With this cheap, plastic Bic pen,
And a dream to be, just like them.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum | |

What doesnt kill you makes you stronger

Remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Don't stop believing in the strength that lies inside, get up, stand up until you can stand no longer. You gotta be strong against the fools who misguide. Don't stop believing in the strength that lies inside, ain’t no mountain high enough to prevent your fall. You gotta be strong against the fools who misguide, rise like a skyscraper, you’re beautiful - stand tall. Ain’t no mountain high enough to prevent your fall. You get knocked down, find the strength to get up again. Rise like a skyscraper, you’re beautiful - stand tall. What a Feeling when you fly high like an air plane. You get knocked down, find the strength to get up again. Shout: "It's my life." Spread your wings to escape the cage. What a Feeling when you fly high like an air plane. Your lust for life will have those who hate watch in rage. Shout: "It's my life." Spread your wings to escape the cage. Each teardrop that was shed has now drifted away. Your lust for life will have those who hate watch in rage. Be happy, keep smiling, don't let your heart decay. Each teardrop that was shed has now drifted away. Control your emotions to have a perfect day. Be happy, keep smiling, don't let your heart decay. Don't ask: "Where is the love." It's in your heart to stay. Control your emotions to have a perfect day. What a wonderful world, don't worry be happy! Don't ask: "Where is the love." It's in your heart to stay. Always look on the bright side of life - be zappy! What a wonderful world, don't worry be happy! Get up, stand up until you can stand no longer. Always look on the bright side of life - be zappy! Remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
5 July 2016. A pantoum with 12 syllables per line. Using inspirational song titles picked randomly. Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) – Kelly Clarkson Don’t Stop Believing – Journey Get up Stand up – Bob Marley You Gotta Be – Des Ree Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell Skyscraper – Demi Lovato You’re Beautiful – James Blunt Tubthumping – Chumbawumba Walking on Sunshine – Katrina and the Waves What a Feeling – Irene Cara It’s My Life – Bon Jovi Lust For Life – Iggy Pop Teardrop – Massive Attack Happy - Pharrell Williams Perfect Day – Lou Reed Where is the Love? – Black Eyed Peas Don’t Worry be Happy – Bobby McFerrin What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong Always Look on the Bright Side of Life – Monty Python Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

A New How

If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date 
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again 
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time 
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before 
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Whispers From A Crescent Moon

In the shadow of the mountain, I've watched the sun go down, and the heavy weight of evening's mood, is a mirror of my own. My eyes are drawn to solitude, where the only light I see, is reflected from the crescent moon, which whispers down to me. In the shadow of the mountain, my words are wanting free. With pen in hand, I scribble down, those secret parts of me. My thoughts become like shooting stars, reflections one can't see. The secret dreams I've longed to tell, escaping eagerly. In the shadow of the mountain, I lift my pen to write. The fantasies, both dark and light, are tossed into the night. Flickering sparks, like fireflies, are the dreams I know are real, and acceptance from a crescent moon, has lightened what I feel. I strain to take a second look, as if I'm in a trance. The midnight moon, that smiles at me, has offered a new chance. With whispered songs, and moonlight's glance and amber arms to keep, my head will rest, and I'll be blessed, until I go to sleep. ______________________________________________________________

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Inspiration gone

As i stare at this paper
empty
without words
it waits for me to write
so my feelings can be heard
inspiration came often
when we were together
words flowed freely
my pen
light as a feather

Fate has a reputation
of never being wrong
it takes destiny by the hand
and grips it forever strong
now this paper
which once was alive
quietly stares back at me
with dull loose leaf eyes
it mocks me
even dares me
to write words i couldn't speak for years
but, without you
the forecast calls for emptiness
with a good chance of tears

Inspiration comes from within
your smile always gave me my start
but these days my pen lay heavy
and so quietly broken
like a roadmap of your heart
for soulmates are rare
to let one go........even worse
now this pen and paper
who once were my companions
are now the very things i curse

So i put my pen down
and tuck the paper away for the night
and maybe tomorrow
just maybe
words i couldn't speak
i'll be able to write......


Copyright © Kurt Kohls | Year Posted 2010

Details | Acrostic | |

Wonderful Acrostic

W  ishful thinking that He would greet warmheartedly
O  verjoyed when strong arms of love wrapped around
N  umbed by surprise but lifted by love assuredly
D  elighted that He could love even me when sins astound
E  mbraced by a warm bright light out of this world
R  endezvous with a Higher Power greater than I'd found
F  illing full where the Soul was  depleted and gnarled
U  nburdened, uplifted, united and totally sound 
L  oved, loveable, absolutely healed emotionally, and grounded  

Inspired by John Hamilton's Wonderful-Acrostic poem contest..
Written: January 11, 2016

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

Last Laugh

They laugh under their sleeves,
as they destroy you,
trumpling you on the ground
like dirt. They laugh visibly
because they think
it doesn't make a difference
if you know their schemes
or not,
for your life is in the balance.

They scorn you
when it starts raining;
the dirt on your clothes
and skin turn to mud.

"The gods have forsaken you!"
they shout.

Little do they know the rains
are fuelling your inner spark,
that has always been with you.

Slowly rise
like a phoenix from the ashes,
as the rains clean your
body and clothes.

The rains turn the ground
to a flood. You levitate.
They drown,
as they look at you with shameful
eyes.

You laugh last.

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration | |

WORKSHOP POEM LIFE WITH ITS OBSTACLES

LIFE WITH ITS OBSTACLES

It does become hard
It does has its obstacles
It will tackle you down
There will be challenges
There will be a big dark cloud
There will be big mountain standing in front of you
You won't believe that you will pass through
When hard times strikes over

Step intpo your inner strength
Know who you are
Remember where you come from
Reminisce of where you are going
Remember you'r ambition
Remember your mission and vision you set up for life

All hard times come and go
Nothing last forever either its happiness nor sadness
They both have to happen in your life,so that your future can be fiminine and stable
They are there to make you strong person and build concrete fundation of your future
When hard times strikes be happy and enjoy every moment of that 
Smile at the confusion and never ask why me 
Say thanks GOD I came across this, this is an awesome experience ever

When hard times strikes 
Laugh, Sing, scream, cry 
Never forget who you are
Never give up
You have to fall,then rise 
Nobody said this life is a smooth route with no pot holes and mountains
Know who you are, believe in yourself, love yourself...
Then hard times will fade

Copyright © EMMA PALESA MOHANOE | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

How I Need Jesus


Dear Jesus…  I realize
how much I really need you!
  I want to honor, 
love and trust you!

I  know that others will
disappoint me…
I know that you’re here….  
And will take care of me!

  Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!

 May I bring honor 
 to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!

Dear Jesus…  You’re all I need!
 And so much more!
It’s you that my life 
was meant for!

 I offer to you, my lord, 
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
 And the life you’re giving!

You all I’ll ever need!  
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!

By Jim Pemberton    

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Around the Fireplace

As we sit around the fire
reminding ourselves of our ancestors' ways,
we should also remember the Great Spirit,
which has bestowed blessings on us,
in the form of rain, rich harvest,
and beautiful land.

The Cloud Warriors are drumming in the skies,
ushering in the rhythm of rebirth and prosperity
for our descendants,
and acting to the will of the Great Spirit,
who sees all, and is never seen....

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Never giving up (Revised)

(Verse 1)
There’s an aching in my back
An my knees are buckling in
My body’s hurt n bruised
friends r’ say ‘n take a step back ‘n relax

(Bridge)
got so much on my mind  
faster and faster I here myself say
I cant give up when I’m half way through
pure determination drives me hard and true

(Hook)
Never giving up
I can see it now the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I’m almost there the inspiration I need

(Verse 2
The devil can try to slow me down
Putting all those boundaries road blocks round
But without a flinch in my face
I’ll jump up move and around 
 
(Bridge)
My destiny is calling to me 
Got lots to accomplish no time to tire
There’s a sunrise coming up in my face
My dreams are right there I’m following through

(Hook x 2) 
Never giving up
been a long time but the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I never looked back now I see inspiration in front of me

Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse | |

Glebe house gallery

Floating scents 
of blossoms 
Walking in the ashes 
Of Derek's heaven 
Inbound upon vision 
Falling crystal teardrops 
Summer dew 
On the ground 

Beautiful gardens surround 
Explosive in nature's beauty 
Blossoms of all shades 
Bouquet the very earth 
In the sweet 
beautiful aroma 

In the scent 
a beautiful fragrance 
Entering the house 
Blue awakens senses 
Opening vision 

Falling to it flattery 
Famous artists everywhere 
In its twentieth 
century grandeur 
A harvest 
of art 

Entering a peacock 
held on my vision 
My mark on time 
I saw a Picasso 
Holding the kitchen 
In a brightened air 

Renoir held the upstairs 
In a setting 
burning warm 
A pretty maiden 
In pose 

Speaking volumes 
inside of me 
Snake skin slipperS 
Upon the beds ground 
In the wardrobe 
a rustic jacket 
Christian Dior 

Upon the bed 
Lay sweetheart pillows 
A lady's promise 
On her fisherman's 
Safe return 

Each window 
A different picture 
Picturesque beautiful 
Different views 
Of the grounds 

Walking towards the lake 
Birds singing 
In its gentle breeze 
Nature whispers 
Rustling 
in the trees 

Leaves one's soul 
Whistling in the leaves 
In a silent stare 
Across the water 
Inbound sound 
A fish plops 

Spiraling ripples 
on the surface 
Breaking reflections 
A gentle breeze 
Caresses the brow 

Aroma flares 
Within the nostrils 
Trees standing 
Their ground 
Centuries looking over 
Heavenly 
standing tall 
Amongst the blossoms 

The sun 
Will forever smile 
In moonlight 
Silver shadows 
casting the soul 
In all its beauty 

In the colours 
of a butterfly 
Kissing heaven 
Upon its air 
Blowing 
a butterfly kiss 

Fluttering beautiful 
Floating on 
Glebe's breeze 
Falling around 
Glebe house 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Have Faith

Faith is wisdom and courage that
gives power to defy logic. Be like 
the little birds even though the wind
is in their face they chose not to die
but with their flawless faith they spread
their wings to fly. learn from the little lilies
for their faith guards them from spinning but
empowers  them to grow straight. 

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Being Saved

When we were lost,
    How did we feel,
    Before we came to the cross
    Is God real ?

    Before that day,
    When we turn from sin,
    In a world in which we play,
    Tired of the pain deep with in.

    Jesus came to show a way,
    To make stright the path,
    For narrow is the gate,
    Yet here we are at last.

   Thru the days of wonder,
   Now you can see his Glory,
   His word are as Thunder,
   Now can you see the true story ?

   Yes, Our God is real,
   My eye's have seen from where i've Been,
   His love and grace my heart is sealed,
   He calls me friend.
 
   Forgiven, made whole,
   I now walk and talk to him,
   from the pit of hell from I was entering
   Jesus saved my soul from all my sins.

Copyright © Philip Welch | Year Posted 2015