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Details | Quatrain | |

Fallen Star

I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark 
and midnight wanderlust.

It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous mud and tar; 
whereupon I chanced a glimpse
and found a fallen star. 

An ancient from celestial realms
ensnared terrestrially
dimly glowing in the murk
I heard it sing to me:

Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.

You roam upon this infant orb, 
you draw from it thy life, 
but I sense greed and evil scorn
and no land void of strife.

I beg you tell me how it came
that creatures such as thee
have found such hatred in thy souls
to punish endlessly. 

It’s not so bad, I said out loud
we know of love as well…
as to the fate of mother Earth
I simply can’t foretell.

The ground beneath my weary feet
gave way to empty space
then all around me in the void
I saw the human race.

Starving children, ill and gaunt
were kicked by wing-tipped shoes.
Females ranging every clime
in silence nursed abuse.

In darkness men were plotting war
in light their banners raised
it mattered not which way I looked
some evil met my gaze.  

Make it stop, I beg you please!
Why poison thou my mind?
What can I do to stop all this,
is no good left to find?

Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.

You roam upon this infant orb, 
you draw from it thy life, 
and though you’re one of many men
love in thy chest is rife.

You must return to whence you came
you must confer abroad
the goodness that within thee burns
seek first to serve the flawed.

Think on the vast expanse of space
so empty, dark and cold…
and how despite the hopeless cause
star-light you still behold.

So too might thou, if you’ll but try
endure this awful plight
for in the vast expanse of hate
love is thy shining light. 

07/16/15








Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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 | Acrostic | |

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 | Year Posted 2009

Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help






Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

Eternal Soul

The soul's forever—
As an eternal spirit.
Leaves this mortal coil . . . 
	 Again to the spirit world 
And home to Heaven’s Kingdom!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 7, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format) 

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

FOR RACHAEL

Oh sky look down on this earth of gray,
Something dreadful on the horizon looms.
There is no black and no white today,
Laws exist but justice is doomed.

Morality is labeled religion,
And must be separated from state,
Whose own religion is political correctness
And determining God's fate.

Oh heaven rain down on us,
Ae are tasting your tears.
Yes we've become that bad,
Confirming your fears,

That what has been done ,
Is being done again,
Those lessons taught,
Coming to naught.

Judges and laws make it legal,
To be rid of your innocent babes,
Under a symbol of the eagle, 
God's loving justice betrayed.

Racheal you cry the tears,
That now only heaven supplies,
Because ours have dried,
In the dust of our alibies.

Excuses and lies are linked,
As you and I know well,
The truth is all but extinct.
Truth is foreign to hell.

Oh heaven, look down on this world of gray.   
Something dreadful is watching and looms.
Is there nothing left but to watch and pray,
While Rachael wails by the dumpster tombs?

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2009

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 | |

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph | |

My Father

I miss you dad every single day
The wonderful Times I remember 
Are the times we spent together going 
To dinner and church
The times I will cherish always on this earth
Your gentle ways and smiles and hugs
Made Life worthwhile for this is true
Forever you are missed in my heart and soul
But the forever is Heaven and you are there basking
In the Light of the Lord
I miss you dad and loved you so much 
But eternity is yours to no longer hurt
Cancer is what took you far too soon
I am always remembering your hugs and 
I loved you so much too.
Eternity is there for you now and forever
Remember I love you and Kisses from here
to you in the forever they call Heaven from earth

Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dizain | |

TWO FACED HEAVEN

TWO FACED HEAVEN I walk slow in a globe of puffy clouds Dancing midair, a concerto, harp plucks From right to left are angels in white shrouds their velvet pulling psalms, my heart they struck Amazed! I stopped. Behold. Entwine and stuck! Has my one weary soul found its best home? Roads I pass below, wobble and some foam, all sprays a peacock of sadness and cheers. I thank our God for all my harvest homes as they remind me too: heaven is here! :) _____________________________________________________________ Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta Contest Name Dizain Me Placed 1st ©O.E. Guillermo 07:55 pm, January 28, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

Copyright © Edward McCormick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

My Departed Friends

             Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
  Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
  Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain

My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
 For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
       The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
 
 The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
               My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still

Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense 
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
    On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
    Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived

         But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio

Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
    Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green

 These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
     More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.

    Happy though I am for you I must still complain
                      Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
-----

Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…you’re the best friend in my life.” 
Bob talked to Pal, caressed him until he fell asleep;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob finally joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

- Black Roses -



To our world, we are traitors filled with hate
Confidence we had, turned to wonder and doubt
The spirit of brotherhood is divided into a thousand pieces

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The face of a sincere soul, bleed never loose battle
It's time to wash away the blood of guilt
Testing the earth durability with bombs and heavy weapons


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Look me in the eyes, the dream is killed
This is the reality
From another place and time, a beautiful garden

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Returning to the world that was heaven
What will we sacrifice to go back there
The world has changed in pain


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  Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved

- Published in the Newspaper : 16.07.2016
  

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

Old Pet

 I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an 
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our 
barn for several days because of the winter storm. We all had fallen in love with her by the time 
we learned she was blind and could not bear to put her down. I remember training her to ride 
after she was mature enough and I named her “Pet” for she was my riding pony.
 
 We spent many happy days together riding inside the green pastures. 
I remember she never refused to let me ride her even the first time. And she learned very 
quickly to respond to my voice and she trusted in every command that I gave her. 
I would say, “easy Pet” when we would come to rough terrain or an eroded ditch in the 
pasture. She would slow to a careful walk, in response to my voice.
 
 I would ride her down into the lower part of the pasture to the creek in hottest part of the day. 
Pet could of course smell the water and when she would come near the bank of the creek I 
would again say, “easy Pet” and she would respond by slowing to a snail’s pace down the steep 
bank. 

 Pet would wade out about belly depth into the water where she would drink her fill of the cool 
clear water. And I would use her back as a diving board launch and swim to my heart’s delight. 
After she was through drinking I would climb on her back again and give her head to her and 
she would trot to the barn where she knew I would give her treats, such as carrots, apples, 
sugar cubes and so on. 

 I remember I never did have the heart to make her run full speed as 
I supposed that her blindness was burden enough in her life for her to bear. 
It is said of truth that one gets to keep in heaven those things of this life that were loved sufficiently. 
I know that my beloved Pet shall be my precious playmate again in the heavenly ethereal of the Spirit.

 Pet lives on even now in the depths of my childhood memories. Her loving low neighs as she 
approached me by smell, and her nuzzles into my pocket for the sugar cubes she knew would 
always be there for her. In heaven I shall see my Pet again, and this time she will see me, 
maybe for the first time.    

For and in honor of Carol Brown
and Contest.

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet | |

No Heaven Without You

The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath

Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find

Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say

White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak

Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know

Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I 

Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face

As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear

They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define 

There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate

But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you

I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait

I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song

And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend






 

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008

Details | Quintain (English) | |

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 | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet | |

The Stepping Stone


The Stepping Stone


What wondrous goal makes tiny planet Earth
a stepping stone in life's eternal sea?
What spectral promise gives its journey worth
as it conforms to cosmic destiny?
What tireless pulse gives rhythm to its flight
beyond the steady rule of moon and sun?
What answer to the never-ending plight
of why and where and how it was begun?

Alive within my beating human heart
there dwells solution that can end the quest,
for born of God, I know the truth in part – 
He lodged it there with grace within my breast.

From earthly end I step to hallowed lands,
where my Creator waits with outstretched hands.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Where To You Think You Will Spend Eternity?
Sponsor: Laura Leiser
Judged: 09/15/2015


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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Lament Of My Life

Lament of My Life Contest Sponsor: Casarah Nance ~My Bereaving Eulogy~ Time seemed to pass so much faster than I expected, All the love, loss, passion and things I have neglected. How many times have I lost a special loved one? Well, now I am the loss, I'm so delicate and young. Thirty five years of the clock ticking towards my end, I hardly had any time to catch up and make amends. I was born into a family full of love so passionate, strong mother and father, siblings so affectionate. At times as a sweet little girl I was scared to look in my mirror, too scared to see disappointment in conjunction with my fear. Times of broken hearts and left alone, never to feel peace fully, friends left and at times was attacked by bullies. Most of the time I was full of daisies and sweet honey, I was content and silly, joyful and pretty funny. I was raised with love, beauty and constant protection, with my mom I have always had a deep inner connection. Bonded by blood was I, with my brother and two sisters, siblings so potent, conflict and resentment was never considered. Wedding bells rang and the honeymoon came and left, many years I lived with a curse of feeling anxious and depressed. But my husband, sweet Nicholas, saved me from my damnation, so in love with his wife, who felt I didn't deserve condemnation. Then there she was my soul saving wonder, a petite seven pounds, my ravishing sweetheart, a wrinkly face with big doe eyes so brown. In my twenties is when I almost died from my addiction, I was defeated and abruptly damaged with out jurisdiction. Death should've been seeping right through the walls of my soul, My body took a tole, out of control, and yearned to become whole. I have the Lord to thank for my bravery and recuperation, I'll never know why He chose to save me from elimination. The older I grew the more wisdom I seemed to gain, I threw out all the jealousy, regret and constant blame. Back on December thirty-first of two thousand and ten, my big sister died tragically and I lost my best friend. The horror of our last goodbye still haunts me every night, why would she take her life and give up up on her fight? My inner essence was shattered and my joy found regret, I never gave my soul a chance to heal, time to reflect. But the next five years was full of soul-savoring moments, I had an opportunity for growth, sapience and atonement. When I died, the loss of me, destroyed everyone I knew, funny how I hadn't realized how much their love for me grew.... I was chosen to be born into a warm family. Devoted mother and father with more than enough love and peaceful joy to go around. But my personal deprivation caused my fork in the road to veer off and create my own twisted global destiny. What was my destiny anyways? My destiny was to nurture my loved ones and keep my heart safe from the damage of what could've become my daily struggle. I was born to be a daughter, sister wife and mother.... When did I get so lost in the madness of separating good from regret, and distinguishing my happiness and my lower class confidence? None of that matters anymore...what is important is the legacy I left behind is in my daughters eyes and in her smile. She will always carry my sensitive nature in her tiny ten year old soul. My husband loved me so much more than I can have ever imagined. I know this for a fact. How do I know? Well, being with someone for twenty years is enough proof. Regardless of consequences and in spite of wrong doings, I always needed more. “More what?”, I wondered. I longed for the satisfaction in my core that only me and me alone could provide. My sorrow from losses beyond my control has flipped upside down and now I am the loss for others. Their sorrow is unbearable. I can barely shine down upon them because my empathy knows what it's like to lose such an important person in my life. Now more than ever, I realize my importance in the world. I was born to love freely, and I died being loved and needed... loss can break our hearts life was my constant blessing grieve, but see me smile be sad, not for long empathy can shine beyond death can be a gift ~Date Written: March 8, 2016~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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The Boatmans Song 1/ Many

1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple villagers 
From one bank of the river, to its other bank everyday
While moving his boat on the river  
He used to sing those heart touching stories 

His voice in itself was a melody 
Bestowed on him by the Goddess Saraswati*
And his love songs were the songs of true love stories
Sung by the boatman, in full throated ease and beauty
While oaring his boat in the river side stream
Flowing between a Jungle, on one bank side of the river
And long sand dunes spreading  
All over the other non ending side of the river Ganges

Charmed by boatman’s voice and songs
And charmed by the beauty of the enchanting Jungles* 
Spread all along the one side bank of the calmly flowing river Ganges
His passengers used to get lost in the melodies of his songs
So long as his boat was moving from the sand bank of the river stream 
To its Jungle end every time the boatman carries some passengers

One day the echoes of his melodies crossed 
The airy levels of earth and started flowing
Like a soothing cool breeze, even in heaven
And charmed all the heavenly bodies in the court of Indra*
He listened them almost spellbound and became enchanted 
By the echoes of those unheard melodies of the boatman

Urveshi* who was a crown beauty among the Apsaras* of Indra* 
And was much more than, beautiful and charming
Among all the Apsaras of heaven, found her lost in hearing
The echoes of those love songs sung by the boatman 

Urvasi found one day after hearing those echoes 
That she was in love with them and became restless 
To hear the real songs of the boatman, while sitting before him
In his boat in the river Ganges on earth 

Urveshi asked the Lord of Heaven Indra*
If she can go to earth to hear the songs of the boatman
As the echoes of his songs had made her restless beyond imagination
She found that even she can not enjoy the heavenly pleasures
Till she quenches her thirst of listening the melodies 
Of that boatman, he was singing on earth


Ravindra
	
Kanpur India 4th January 2010

* Apsara=   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra=   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi=   One of the most beautiful Apsaras (nymph) of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology
* Jungle =  Forest

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's

Copyright © Lauren Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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Miracles Rain From Heaven

It came into existence from the breath of God 
Just look at animals, people, trees, and look at a bird
The blind will begin to see
People in bondage of sin is now free
The famine will be fed with loaves of bread and fish
A hospice child is granted and receives a wish
People with cerebral palsy will walk
A Chinese man with a speech impediment will suddenly talk
A New York fireman is in a burning building walks out untouched
On a movie set a stunt woman does an amazing and impossible stunt
A very racist white man get saved in a all black church
An illiterate and homeless man gets saved and a hour later get hired to work  
A man rushed to hospital in trauma flat lines awake and yells for wife
A young mother addicted to drugs become clean and gives Jesus her life  
Everyone these people can be a witness and be a disciple 
That heaven rains miracles

John 1:16, 17 From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after
another. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. 

Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2006

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The Boatman's Song 5/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                                      5/Many

Where one very rarely finds love, hopes and joy in life
Sometimes, even the noblest souls on earth
Have suffered tortures and pains
Even some have sacrificed their lives in agonies and pains
So that others may see that beam of light

Think again Urveshi think
The ecstasies of the joys and thrills
You have witnessed in the pleasures of
Your dance, music and dwellings 
Which no humans can even think of 
Would be lost for ever and for ever
And you will also miss the most 
Prominent among all
The blessings of heaven to keep you young
And beautiful, without aging for ever and for ever

The charms of youth which you are enjoying here
Would no longer be there on earth
Aging and wrinkles, sorrows and worries would 
Evaporate slowly, the glow of your skin and charms
Time would also erode slowly the heart capturing 
Beauty of your enchanting eyes and the youthful beauty
Of your rising and falling bosoms
Slowly very slowly your dance steps would miss
The youthful rhythms of your legs
And more slowly your songs will miss 
The melody of your tongue and voice

You would also see that your fans here and there 
And dear ones too would fly 
With the passing of time on earth
Leaving you alone without any one to adore 
And no one to praise and to throw even a 
Lovely glance on a beauty on decline

The glory of your name and fame
Would get lost with the passing of time
And even the most close to your heart too 
Would not stand to console and support you
In the hours of your need and time

Can you imagine Urveshi, such a life?
And such an end of your rejuvenating beauty
And an end of your glorious 
Youthful performances of heaven
In the hands of time and mortality on earth,

Here in Heaven you are the queen of
Everyone’s heart
Your ravishing beauty and heavenly youth
And the melody of your songs and dance
Would remain young and evergreen
For ever and for ever
Without ever experiencing, what is an old age
Pains, sufferings and the agonies of departing
From your most dear, near and beloved ones
Which often kills the human hearts
Making them weeping and rolling in tears

Ravindra 
				to continue ....			
				
Kanpur   India 8th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

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The Boatmans Song 2

The Boatman’s Song        2/ Many

Urvashi’s heart was aching to hear and to see the elegance  
Of the boatman, while he sing those melodies on earth 
A great longing started sprouting in her bosom  
To visit the earth and to listen those heart touching songs 
Which like a powerful magnet were pulling her towards earth
Where flows the Ganges and lives her unseen love 

To control her ever increasing desire of hearing those songs 
And to see that unique boatman, who lives on earth 
Urveshi tried to engage her more and more 
In the courtly dances and engagements for Indra
But the more she wanted to escape, more she became enchanted
By the echoes of boatman’s songs 
Which were tearing her heart and 
Making her mind almost intoxicated,  
By the melodies of those heavenly songs

The pleasures and comforts of heaven began to pinch her 
Like the piercing thorns 
Even the dance and music, which were her pride and passion
Became dull and charm less in the wake of those songs
For which she was hailed 
As the best among all the Apsaras in the entire universe  

Heaven seems to bring no joy and rejoicing for her any more
Her dancing steps, which were the symbols of perfection and beauty
Even started betraying her 
As her own heart was no longer in her possession any more
And she found that her mind and heart
Were swept away by that unseen boatman
Sailing his boat somewhere on earth

Apsara Urveshi after finishing her dance that day 
Told the God of heaven, Indra
That she perhaps can no longer perform any dance
Owing to agonies of her heart and restlessness of her mind
And her legs were not in tune with her mind to perform
A flawless dance and song by which she had captured the 
Hearts of all Gods and Goddess, what to say of humans on earth

She thought and thought and found that she can only normalize
If she can hear the songs of the boatman 
Singing in full throated ease on earth 
The echo’s of which were hovering in her mind like clouds
And twisting her heart to see that singer sublime


Ravindra 

Kanpur India 5th January 2010 
* Apsara   =   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra      =   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi  =   One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts
* Jungle      =  Forest

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

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The Boatman's Song 6/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 6/Many

Indra again tried to convince Urveshi

But, here in heaven, Urveshi
Even the flowers are born, never to fade and die 
Unlike the humans on earth, who hardly gets a
Chance to bloom fully and smile

One day on earth, you would find Urveshi, 
You no longer remain the same
And there would be no time for you, to repent then
But today, you have all the time to think and rethink on it 

I am giving you sometime, Urveshi
As you are my most dear and beloved 
Among all the Apsaras of heaven
You dwell in my mind and soul, like the most precious
Among all, my own bodies heart
You think and rethink on your desire
To go or not to go to earth  
To listen the songs of the boatman 
Whom you are missing so much 

Urveshi, you are the most beautiful 
And the most charming Apsara of heaven
Gifted with extraordinary heavenly powers 
But your visit to earth 
May diminish or even finish your heavenly powers

If you ever go close and touch the boatman
Even for a moment to praise his songs
This would end your blessings of heaven and
You may not be able to come back to heaven

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

Cautioned by Indra, Urveshi pondered and pondered
To which way she should go?
Should she hear the voice of her heart
Or follow the instructions of her mind
Her heart was crying to meet the unseen boatman
And her ears were longing to listen 
The heart stolen melodies of the boatman
Floating in the air on earth and echoing even in heaven

She felt that her very existence was incomplete
Without the songs of the boatman 
And without meeting that unseen dweller of her heart 


Perhaps her beauty was formed 
By the blessings of God
So that, one day she may find the other half of her part

But then her mind intervened, while she was 
Listening the voice of her heart
And asked her, can she afford to bear the loss
Of the glory of her name and fame
Which has brought her laurels, crowns and applauses
Can she forgo that she rule the hearts of everyone in heaven
And above all,  the heaven has given her the sublime gift of 
Evergreen Youth

Ravindra                                                 to continue…

Kanpur   India 9th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010