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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

Details | Light Poetry | |

Not for men! :-)


Wicked!Witty and Weary!
MEN describe us,
Wasteful too.
We're Wonderful!
Warm Hearted creatures!
Willing,in all chores we do!

Ordinary barbies,
Objection to their rules.
Yet we're Open minded!
in all that we do!

Men"s Temptation,
They blame us!
forgetting that for Tango takes two!
OF Manhood!their vision,
But Nooo !Its not true!
to You, You and You

Empty Minded!
Men say!
We all wear  identical tattoo!
But that's so untrue.
Extravagant ,Enchanting,
that's us WOMEN!
Entertainers too.

Needy!Narrow minded!
always a stone in their shoe.
Mistaken they are!
hopeless without US,
they don't have a clue.
We're Neat and well Organized,
Nice all the way.
Naughty-they like us,
needless to say!

Women-What are we to Men?
We're their Companions,their Friends,
their Mothers,Sisters or Lovers,
their Wives,their Daughters,
their Other Half!


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

Details | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

Copyright © Perry Campanella

Details | Rhyme | |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 

©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T.

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


Some people try To figure us out. We sensitive men Who wander about Making living with pen. In lives filled with goals And family and friends. All taken in stride, In the tone of our voice The words of our choice The songs that we sing Intense listening, We are gentlemen. With rarely the build Of a Hollywood star Boxer or Olympian, Still, we maintain Solid good health. Cook and attend Opera or shoot At the range, With a friend. All taken in stride, In the time that we give The fire in our eyes Our soft spoken ways And honest dignity. We are gentlemen. On any given day We walk dogs in the park Enjoy Handel, Mozart With minimal need For profane tirade, We shuffle about. With kids by our side All taken in stride, In loyal devotion Lives that we lead Laws that we heed With smiles, And Laughter, Our cure. We are gentlemen. © Michael Wegman 2014

Copyright © Michael Wegman

Details | Sestina | |


We're grouped together ready to party 
just standing around waiting for the coach.
Not a stag do exactly, just us men.
Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress.
A football Friday night out for a drink,
one or two, possibly looking for sex. 
I certainly wasn't looking for sex, 
no women allowed in this lad’s party.
Tam who’s just arrived is getting a drink,
he’s our mate and first team footballing coach.
Back from a wedding rehearsal; full dress.
So he’ll be glad; being back amongst the men.
We arrive at a pub heaving with men;
just a handful of the opposite sex. 
God knows who came up with this shit address.
It isn’t lively enough to party.
We agree that we’ll get back on the coach,
however, Tam bought us all one more drink.

At the next pub I get the lads a drink,
‘Okay,’ I say to them, ‘It’s my round, men,’
and hand three pints of lager to the coach.
My thoughts absentmindedly turn to sex,
when I look towards a crowded hen party
and see a girl in a skimpy red dress.

‘Check out the girl, in the little red dress,’
I say to Liam, passing him his drink.
‘I’d love to get an invite to that party.’
‘Aye well, you, me, and the rest of the men;
thoaght you wurny interested in sex?’
he says, as we watch her approach the coach.
It’s half past two; the last round’s on the coach. 
He’s fondling the girl, his hands up her dress.
‘Jesus man, go outside if you want sex,’
I say, ‘It’s your round; last orders for drink.
I’ll be up there with the rest of the men.’
The bar closes; it’s the end of the party.

I board the coach with the rest of the men.
It was a good party, plenty to drink,
and Tam’s having sex wearing the red dress.

Copyright © John Prior

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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | Free verse | |

The Men Sport of Persevering

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is 
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.

Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous 
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.

Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.

Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.

The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.

As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes, 
before she is out of sight and out of mind

Copyright © Darian Brown

Details | Free verse | |

Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature

Copyright © Perry Campanella

Details | Rhyme | |

Ornery Old Men

Good GOD you're a pain
You crazy old fool!
Stop bending my brain
Oh yeah? Hate you too!
Don't you SAY that!
Call me one of those
I'll make your lip fat
Bust your skinny nose!...

Hey man, what's shakin'?
In the neighborhood
What's that you makin'?
Smells pretty good
Nope not too hungry
Gonna' rain I hear
Nah, wasn't angry
Got any beer?

Copyright © Tim Ryerson

Details | Lyric | |


Life is full of averse
Of course nobody wants to join life adverse
How I wish my life is an isle
At least there will be no one to arrange outrage in mind’s aisle
We walk in troupe
Yet within that troupe, others create a troop
A troop against me but I always elude
I can be specific but I chose to allude
Don’t attribute it to fear or panic
Just for the sake of being poetic
My heart is bedeviled by unknown attacks
Is it my paranoia? No, my mind can’t be one of my setbacks
I arranged my dreams in my mind’s pocket
Where from this pickpocket?
If brains had a code
Hackers would never go to vacation mode
Life is meaningless meaningful
Life is interesting sorrowful
Someone should give me ale
At least, to lessen my ail
Give me in excess, I want to be intoxicated
I can’t watch life whiles my eyes are naked


Details | Quatrain | |

The Grand Old Game Charlie Hebert, with respect and affection

Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the links 
ever since you and I were knee high. 

Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes 
for the chance to play just one more round, 
replacing his divots, observing the rules 
and keeping his feet on the ground.

Always nattily dressed he is ready 
to tee up and go for the green; 
the young guns are anxious to unseat old Chuck, 
but he's crafty, and wily, and mean!

It's the day of the championship and he is ready 
to teach these young men how it's played; 
at the turn he's ahead with a three under par, 
he will show them how great shots are made.

On the final hole two men are tied for the lead, 
they are edgy as each eyes the pin; 
Jim misses his putt, it goes wide to the left, 
and Charlie makes par for the win!


In the clubhouse they congratulate the old boy on his score, 
he thanks them from the bottom of his heart;
here's to Charlie then, to bunkers and to bad lies and to rain, 
to another shot at glory when he climbs aboard the cart!

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe

Details | Senryu | |

Dialogue of Men

To share with a friend
A true common interest
Dialogue of men.

Copyright © Abe Lopez

Details | Narrative | |

The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian

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Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment

For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | Sonnet | |


 Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
 Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat


Details | Carpe Diem | |

brother don't abandon brothers

it was one of the darkest moments in His anointed life
when the Roman soldiers came to arrest Our Lord Jesus the Christ
divinity was unraveling the prophetic scripture to be fulfilled
Jesus betrayed and then deserted the night went silent and still
Jesus was One who was regarded as a gatherer of men
but at the midnight hour His disciples abandoned Him in the end

the journey towards brotherhood is not just about the good days
it's about a willingness to have each others back when life is not going your way
spiritual brotherhood was being tested the enemy now on patrol
the men of God had fallen asleep and the devil had taken control
a war is being waged today against the Living Body of Christ
yet our Christian brothers are asleep on the job unawake to deal with the devil's strife
we need to open our eyes we need to be alert and aware
on the journey towards brotherhood exercising cohesiveness, compassion and care
but the one time that Jeus needed to have His men around
they abandoned Him and forsaken Him and then went underground
every man for himself they left Jesus all alone
and as a result He was crucified and ascended to the heavenly throne
brothers don't abandon each other there's strength in togetherness and unity
have each others backs and then tell Satan to get behind thee

Copyright © louise nelson

Details | Rhyme | |

Old Men

They used to frighten me
To be around old men
With their backs all bent
Their faces harsh to see
Time's ugly scars etched in
Freckled skin worn so thin.

Their white and thinning hair
And their extra large ears
They look sort of queer
With their bald heads a glare
And canes they use to stand
Held in old bony hands.

So, I spoke to one one day
And then while listening
With eyes a glistening
I was in utter dismay!
To hear the things he'd done
Of his battles lost and won!

We became real good friends
That wise old man and I
And long did I cry
When he met his end
Now, I'm no longer scared
Of old men everywhere!

It's a proper thing anyhow
That I no longer fear
When old men draw near
Because I live with one now
But we never speak, you see
Since that old man.... is me!

                          Timothy I. Brumley

Copyright © Timothy Brumley

Details | Narrative | |

For Those Who Love The Game

We have been waiting ohhh, sooo long and now my fellows the time 
draws near 
The sweet smell of cut grass IN the cool fall air triggers the feeling we 
all know so well 
Clashing giants on a 100 yard field, a sound so dearly adored 
By ones that love the risk and fear, an excitement with fans in accord 
And a manicured field, suitably crafted through hands of meticulous 
Lines and numbers laid down upon grass, so green, so soft and supple 
Upon those fields, teams do play with men giving their all for the cause 
Sprinting so fast, hitting, slamming, driving all for ground that is gained 
or lost 
Bulldogs running with power and speed, rebellious ones defending their 
goal line with greed 
And the Gators ferociously trying to knock down the one that carries 
the treasure around 
All to the delight of a energetically, maddening, exuberant crowd 
The Tide rolls in and the tide rolls out, delivering a brutal offensive 
All to the tune of grunts and groans, with crackling of joints and the 
breaking of bones 
There are Commodores that fight to give the foe hell, with spirit and 
pride all fanatics will hail 
Wildcats clawing to reach the top, coming oh so close, only to be 
Volunteers that strike fear in the enemy’s souls and gamecocks fighting 
toward a day it can crow 
Bengal tigers that run and pass with a great roar, Hawgs that root for 10 
yards or more 
A contest of strength and quickness and speed, crafty decisions made 
by mentors that lead 
The pounding of hearts that beat with pride, outpouring emotions none 
can hide 
For it runs within their blood with steam, those fitted in brilliant 
uniforms of their teams 
With full speed ahead these men follow their dreams, for a future in a 
game fit their means 
Those fans, Oh those fans, their banners they wave, with mascots and 
colors for them to display 
The fans gather before the contest begins, an intoxicating affair 
among family and friends 
The smell of grand cookouts drift though the air, titillating the senses 
of everyone there 
Ribs and Burger, prepared with such care which those that are cooking 
will graciously share 
And they will in the drink and delectable food, then sit and converse on 
their confident mood 
The fans live in the pride of their alma-mater In hopes that their team 
will not falter 
And that one day the ultimate prize will be found, and their team will 
wear the SEC CROWN. 


Copyright © David Pennington

Details | Free verse | |

Under the Current

Under the current
We peer through empty window 

Twisted thoughts
Of useless wishes
Surrounding our minds

Sunlight is setting on the horizon
And a new day, has begun.

And I feel it crawling
Warmth soaking into my skin
My eyes close
As I'm smiling and thinking of you
It's trying to tell me that
My love is waiting
So I fasten my pace
To head into a new direction
Twords you

Later we are lying
Caught up in the moment
A silent fan
Spinning upon the window sil
We no longer linger our shadows 
They have been blown away
And the silence is peaceful

But still I fear the madness
Of what's yet to come
Unknown boundaries
Someone always crosses the line
Then the relationship turns spiteful.
Will it happen?
Or will it work
The biggest mystery
Each time 
We always learn to late

But regardless 
Of possible failure
Still we try 
Humans are so intriguing

Under the current
When a new love breaks out
And I feel it crawling
But I already know
Even though it's under the current
It's only a matter of time
Lets just enjoy it.

Copyright © Karissa Kelley

Details | Rhyme | |

Crazy Attachment

Lord I'm attached to this man.
I dont talk to nobody about this.
You the only one who understand.
He is a really nice guy.
We seem to have a lot in common.
I really really care for him. 
I could even say I love him.

I want him. I dont want him.
He cares for me but dont want me.
I don't want him to want me or care for me.
It's a lot of confusion on my end.
Sometimes I get frustrated and go anti socail on men.  
Even though it has nothing to do with men
but really has every thing to do with me.
I feel selfish because I dont want him with nobody else
BUT I dont want him with me either.
I feel crazy,Maybe I am
I fear that he may be a blessing that I will miss out on.
Right person at the wrong time
It seems like he has my heart and we JUST  friends.
He dont know this. I dont want him to know this.
Nobody knows this but you Lord. Nobody!!
 Just One night,strong connection with him
 Lord please unattach me from this man. 
I think about him all the time.
I'm just divorced,2 kids from the last guy, 
want him not ready for him.
Its like want I him now vs not ready to be with ANYONE anytime soon.
It was just one night with him!!!Dam I hate him! Lord help me. Please give me strenth in the name of Jesus. Thanks for listening lord. I know you hear me. I love you. 

(I just ask him to go to the movies today,what the hell was I thinking? I need to stay way from him. I like him too much. Pray for me)

Copyright © Christy Love

Details | Light Poetry | |

Friend and Lover

Please tell me what you see.
Am I the lost and lonely?
Do you love me out of pity or do you see the real me?

I am alone and wondering if my love is real,
Or if you just know how I feel.
My feelings have got in the way.
I can't tell what day is today.
I cannot tell the truth from what you say.
I am being honest,
I solemnly promise.
I love you for what you do,
I love you through and through.
You have showed me from the start,
You have showed me what is in your heart.

You cannot fake life's fate,
You cannot blame life's shame.
We stand together, always and forever.
You are to me, my friend and lover
Always and forever.

Copyright © Deeana Valencia

Details | Rhyme | |

Cattle Men In The Evening Sky

Cattlemen in the evening sky
Who have gone to their by and by
Have been seen now and again
By those considered special friends.

Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom
Only one in a million times they miss
They're lassoing is very crisp.

Each helps  the stars that's in the sky
So  they may always stay up high
When they're not careful we lose a star
That once was seen from quite afar.

Now with the greenhorns they have fun
When they show  each how it is done
Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom.

Copyright © Charles Reese

Details | Free verse | |

Some Men Are More Perfect

God has blessed me with the company of mankind,
The gentleman that holds the door open for you,
The man that you share an educational class with,
A knight in shinning armour that cheers up your day,
The man you fell in love with and married,
Sons that are perfect gentleman and good fathers,
A man who loves you just the way you are,
Praise of fathers who are wise and always the greatest of friends,
The royal prince whose intelligent ways and good looks bless your day,
The leader that guides well with wisdom and power,
A man who is a companion and good friend,
The man who is an entertainer and woos you with song,
A man who dances into your life with his powerful athletism,
God's representions and benevolence to humanity.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz

Details | Free verse | |

For the future of all good men

Through my downfall i got to keep my cake and eat it to by realizing how geniunine i was and would have been. Words are powerful and life seems to change less than the same words which explore it. A wise man once saw the worst of his succes and the best of his depression . He would sit by the pond in the park and wonder what a past it has been . As a boy he lived a life as a man, as a man he lived a life as a dead man. It would be an understatment to say he wasnt ambitious. Yet, a good man and a bad man are two men and perception is relative thus not much can be said because a deadman living is both good and bad. A books context can be designed in a second however, the saddest part is the pureness of that reality isnt worth a gram of salt b/c the eyes cant see it when the heart and existance can.



for the futire of all good men.

Copyright © Ace X

Details | Rhyme | |

Three Hebrew Men Were Thrown Into the Fire

There were three Hebrew men with one desire.
They served the true God!  And were cast into the fire!

King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol.
But they made up their minds
 to serve the God of the Bible!

He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot!
But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught!

As he looked in…  He couldn’t believe 
what he saw!
He had seen the living son of God, after all!

At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled!
The Hebrews were unharmed!
No matter how hot the fire was kindled!

He called them out, yelling for them one by one.
He knew they had a visit from God’s holy son!

He looked!  And their bodies weren’t even burned!
They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern!

This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men…
Is the same God who can rescue you from sin!

Though the “fires of life, may be “hot and burning.”
It’s in the direction of God… 
That you need to be turning!

The living son of God would like to visit you today!
Won’t you listen to the words of life, he has to say?

He is the true God!  The king of kings is he!
And invites you to be with him!  For all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

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To Bunkers And Bad Lies Charlie Hebert, (RIP), my father-in-law,
    with respect and affection

Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since you and I were knee high. 

Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes 
for the chance to play just one more round, 
replacing his divots, observing the rules 
and keeping his feet on the ground.

Always nattily dressed he is ready 
to tee up and go for the green; 
the young guns are anxious to unseat old Chuck, 
but he's crafty and wily and mean!

It's the day of the championship and he's all ready 
to teach these young men how to play; 
at the turn he's ahead with a three under par, 
he'll show them, he'll have the last say!

On the final hole two men are tied for the lead, 
they are edgy as each eyes the pin; 
Jim misses his putt, it goes wide to the left, 
and Charlie makes par for the win!


In the clubhouse they congratulate the old boy on his score, 
he thanks them from the bottom of his heart;
here's to Charlie then, to bunkers, to bad lies and to rain, 
to another shot at glory when he climbs aboard the cart!

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe

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What happened to all the young men?
And the young women too? Those ones get married.
But where have all the young men gone? 
Have you not heard, have you not seen?
There is a war in the land. 
Which war without the sound of guns, you might ask?
Economic war- the young men are economic warriors, fighting in far off lands; that is what most 
have become. 
I know, but where are our brightest and best? 
Funny question- in wars you lose your best men first.
So, would they ever come back or are they the lost generation?

Copyright © Ugochukwu Okafor

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My kitty isn't fluffy and my flowers aren't pretty

Cold rainy and gloomy  start to another day, thinking anything might change for the better gets harder to hope for or have faith in,  for  my  kitty isn't fluffy and my flowers aren't pretty
Not everyone can be a Caitlyn, she's done more for transgenders  than Clinton did for the cigar industry 
Bruce always gave her a hard time, with Caitlyn I find she can put her hair in a bun, take it up the ass and go about her business easier and still my kitty isn't fluffy and my flowers aren't pretty

Copyright © W. R. Harris