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Details | Free verse | |


He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
All results of

Copyright © Laura Hamilton

Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | Lyric | |


Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...

I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.

I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.

I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.

I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.

I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.

I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k

inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | I do not know? | |


when you're fast asleep
and thoughts creep into your head
and flood your brain until it weeps
and your mind descends dark and deep
into a land of dead end worlds
where the only way out
is the way you came in
but the road is way too steep
and your feet are made of lead
and every smile is just pretend
and nothing is to be believed
and you're going off the deep end
bleeding rivers of hatred
into a pool of shallow deceit
where every thought is colored red
and every shade of black completes
every nightmare ever conceived
born of blood-stained dreams within dreams
where that person you used to be
is falling into skies of silent screams
and contemplating death
all the while wishing
to be alive again

Copyright © Simoriah Hairomis

Details | Blank verse | |


i want to be something
i want to be original
but not “original”
i have terrible vision
i have my moms toes on the right, and my dads on the left
i am double jointed
i am see by the teacher differently in every class
from quiet as a mouse to complete smart alack 
i love the idea of watercolor
but don’t like painting
my life feels like a run on sentence
But my eyes will worsen with age, originality will become an idea,
my feet wont matter, 
my joints will fail,
i’ll graduate.
there will be a period at the end of my sentence;
what am i waiting for?

i don’t sleep much
i think sunrises are great
late nights are long
im emotional
i write
i draw
i act
just like everyone else

hate is a strong word, 
but not as strong as loathe 
(so we can use hate here)
i hate john greens characters
i hate society
i hate gender roles 
i hate Instagram
i hate living in a world where
blindness and damage is a trait of beauty.

but don’t miss the point just as so many others have
i love humanity
with our freckles 
and desires and tattoos
our dreams 
our cliches and clichés
our pets and cameras
and music and fuzzy carpets
and sports and peoples devotion to them
i am in love with humanity 
maybe one day i will be more content
with mine.

Copyright © julia mitchell

Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | Monorhyme | |

Sins of my father

His sins are heavy/
He stood there silent/ 
Sweat dripping down his armpit this sins r heavy/
Victims see a savior sent from heaven his sins r blurry/
His sweat tastes no salt secrets hidden behind doors glued in bolt they worship his father/
Zip down unzipped to keep his zip down and never spit zip/
He is an experiment a doormat of his Father's zip/
He weeps but nobody speaks/
His father's sins are heavy/

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane

Details | Lyric | |

In the Spider's Web

I am a spider
amused that you have become ensnared
in my web of lies.
My talent is manipulation-
I play you as easily as a puppet
dangling from my power hungry fingers.
Hungry, yes-
I feed off these lies.
The quicker you fall, 
the more satisfaction I feel.
I am a spider
and you are my pray.
You do not realize you are a victim
until you are bound and broken
my teeth at your neck,
How foolish do you feel 
as the venom courses through your veins?
Does this make me a monster,
Nothing more than a barbaric creature?
Relying on primal instincts,
I hunt for facts
and gather the truths,
smuggling them away 
and replacing them with 
Picture-perfect facsimiles engulfed in deceit.
Have I performed the greatest trick of all?
Or have I lost myself in my web?
Each fragile strand threatens to snap,
to unravel my illusion
and reveal the truth masked within,
leaving me exposed,
vulnerable and naked.
I have lost myself:
A victim of my own design.

Copyright © Gabby Muir

Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily

Details | Free verse | |

Harsh Words

Wake from the dream
With it's crumbling buildings
Wallpaper paint chips curled down
When a corpse falls in the gutter
Do I scream
And make them topple
Or walk onwards
And with a trendy drink
Sip the heart slowly
With your trendy friends
And trends fade
Do I tell them
Fade backwards into the mass
To tell apathy apart from fear
Speak out get out die out
Extinction is a peaceful sleep
Cutting through the noise pollution
There's nothing to say
No chance for growth
When lives hang in the balance
For pretty smiles
Harsh words for reality
Step into the haze
Ignore it

Copyright © Natalie Barber

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)

they shot you down
all those years ago


your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
we shall overcome

(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | I do not know? | |



The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon

for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...

'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'

' your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'

is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout

from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'

from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek

while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers

which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak

and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
and offend

friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike


take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell

on a crude wooden spike.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | I do not know? | |

Motor head boy

Intact I am math, 
but in a blast I run fast

...Somewhere above the tree line-
I am seen as fine, 
but inside I am tried...

Weather doesn't help locate a song-
So I hop on a motorcycle to get gone...

I soon crash into a nearby tree, 
and lay on the ground for weeks…

The sooner I come home-
the lesser I learn how to grow

And its never anything but my last breathe of shine that I felt my teeth grind-
****ing the enemy
...the way of the blind

Organic and prime, 
my weaknesses don't show-
so I am fine...

And while feeling fine-
in an interesting wine, 
I smell the pine-
aching within me-
raking at my earliest pillory

So I walk on pleased-
get paid, 
and then go spend all my pees

...With this withering game of time, 
I get hexed to know some of mine

But I soon stop, 
eager to drop, 
1,2,3, and then four…

Four strips, One token, 
and two years unspoken

Where I turn and spin in the door

A splended welcome to adore! 

What shores have washed away from the pores! 

What course I have taken to learn how to adore!

But there is a land I lived in alive
but it just wasn't my find, 
I was there, 
but it wasn't my mind...

I wish I could scream! 

Feel mean! 

Go away unnoticed! 

Then re-arrive climbing in trees! 

Birds eat the bees,
lizards the breeze

But character never breeds 

Its gotta be seen-
understood, spoken and then dreamed
before you wake to it-
just like she made ya do it-
and you jerked yourself through it

Started ta loosin' it,
got loaded,
and became a rude influence

Copyright © Jimmi Canada

Details | I do not know? | |

For Primo Levi

For Primo Levi

it darkened more
as light shone through
and the haunting past stabbed

you felt
silently the blind were led
'thieves' you called them
emerging from nowhere
yet everywhere
'thieves' you called them
no one
yet everyone
you felt

you left

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Free verse | |

The Hollow

Take rest
No heart
Tear the fabric and laid to rest
Don't let the teeth tear you
Bites are harder than skin

Murder the widow for the poison
And tear your face to reveal the mask
Show it to scare the monsters
Eat them instead

Queen of the nightmares
Eight eyes leave a lot of empty sockets
When they rot at your feet
Spit it back at them

Walk further down the path
There is no light here
Fake your empathy and love
So that it hurts them more
When they find out

Spite is the reason to feel
The rush of pleasure
When the life runs from their heart
Fuel your hollow

There is nothing to fear but the body
And what remains

Copyright © Natalie Barber

Details | I do not know? | |


hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//

Copyright © Ilya Emelin

Details | I do not know? | |


The cries in the night as you shed your tears, 
Nobody to console and hear your fears, 
The nightmares as the take control, 
Now I shall show you my other face,
Let the nightmares take your peace,
Let the damnation steal your joy,
There is nothing left for you
There was never anything here for you
Death is a note, thats beauty is black,
As the fire inside let it burn you alive,
Death is friend that will take your pain, 
Let your pain fester, and infect,
Do what you wish before I interject,
Death is brother who needs your love,
The Funeral Pyres burn your soul.
Welcome to world where damnation reigns,
We all will die someday,
And Death will one day rule us all, its inevitable why try to hide,
Never to be loved to never to love, Death is a note,
A note that rules you

Copyright © Chancellor Purvis

Details | Free verse | |

I JUST hate IT

Poem " I just hate It".

I just hate it
When you sing your lyrics 
Breathing fire, loveless bliss.
I just hate it 
When you show scorn
Deluding to grandeur
Of superfluous beginnings
Yet rejecting the reality 
of a humble morn.

I just hate it
When you dominate, criticize, deride
Yet your own frailties, you deny
I just hate it
When those venemous eyes
Peering through the shutters of doom
Without saying a word
I despise you,I hate you
Your character, your being, your entirety.

I just hate it
When you shook my world
Stealing, winning my girl
Leaving me empty, thoughtless, worn
And when in shackles of my melanchony hour
You teased me, grieved me
Put her on a pedestal
Parading your amorous embraces
Then serenaded her,  toured the world.

I just hate it
When victors tell the story
Through rose tinted glasses
Then bellows from the mountains
Your redemption is here
Salvation has arrived
We are the victors
This is lifes history
We tell only lies.

I just hate it
When all the work is done
And the only reward, the burning sun
With streams of my boiling sweat
You reap the harvest shorn
I just hate it
When indiscretions becomes your mantra
Principles are no longer part
Yet you spew your maternal virtue
Yet don't give a toss..

Copyright © Robert Mayy

Details | Free verse | |


Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go 

It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control

Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee

You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough 
for me to go

It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control

I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | I do not know? | |

The Seeds of Acceptable Hate

The Seeds of Acceptable Hate

Between the folds of faith and belief, 

tucked neatly in cushioned corners, 

lie the seeds of acceptable hate.

Through quaint pleasant rituals, 

and joyously hummed words, 

dumbed down thoughts

and dazed faces exude, 

righteous sweetness.

Belief wrapped in glistening foil, 

faith painted in gaudy colours, 

concealing the murmurs of hate, 

of embraced intolerance, 

and welcomed bigotry.

The seeds of acceptable hate flourish in damp fungal minds, 

as indifference flowers into the silence of frozen apathy, 

with blooming petals of finely measured howls of rage.

All the while the ever smiling faces beam with deep pride, 

drenched in all the pious tears they've cried.

And so it is that the viral seeds of acceptable hate 

thrive among the genteel folk that quietly gaze, 

in silence at the slow creeping of the horror.

As more seeds of hate are sown with manic zeal, 

and in the shrieking of this cowardly silence, 

the seeds of acceptable hate, 

continue to thrive, 

and to germinate.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Free verse | |

Bygone Days

The sick sadistic people that torture the kid
Thinking of thoughts to fascinating in sin
Hiding behind a stature of loneliness he hates
A time warp in his chest it elates
Swaying through time with no cause or mentality
He don't want to feel like a congenital abnormality
Piercing his mind with no anesthesia
Mind caught in the lake of amnesia
Grasping towards another minoral fate
Sometimes in this bygone world its too late
Suffering a wraith in his vivacious serenity
So sad and unaware with no amenity
This boy has suffered for a time of days
Like most diverse and beseeching in many ways
But tampered with is his lamp of time
Puppet strings in his head now a mime 
The prescription of happiness is a lie
Bury the darkness as a maggot one day be a fly
This is the torture of a teen so young
Now no speech they take your tongue
Its over
Its over
Slit it in his own health
Slayed down for his enlightened death....

Copyright © Patrick Nonnemacher

Details | I do not know? | |

Devils of resentment

We've dreamed in vivid shades of shame, 
These thousand years since we did fall;
Our visions feast on hate and blame 
The cost; our power, pride and all

Oh, why did you forsake us then?
Did we lose our faith, then lose your way?
We fell as angels, now merely men
We once believed; have we turned away?

Have we lost the lessons that you taught
Of love and peace and pride and virtue?
These precious things that can't be bought
Now when we dream, it's not of you

The devils live now in our dreams 
They taunt and tear away our reason
These jackals feast upon our screams
They scourge our souls; they say for treason

They tell us we must smash our brothers
Take all from them that they possess
Kill their children, kill their mothers
Kill them if they won't confess

They tell us we must raze their cities
Burn their homes and scorch the earth
Take all they have and show no pity
Leave them, as us; of little worth

Take down the signs that they were men 
Take back what was, take what will be
Take all that shows that they have hope, then
Take back from them, that they are free 

Once, we lived so proud and virtuous 
Once, our hearts were wise and strong
Now, we run in packs, so merciless
Now, we use our strength for wrong 

All was taken, from our people
All will be taken back again
Fear's our temple; Hate's the steeple
Those dreams have driven us insane

Copyright © David Brown

Details | Rhyme | |

Mayhem and the Strange Stranger

The infraction of mayhem stood resilient as it was tried for the many crimes the jurors had, ultimately, blamed on rage.
The reaction went, as expected, and mayhem worried, "Is this what happens when madness is forced to live in solitude as a cage?"
This intimidation failed as the audience whispered to their friends and the strange stranger to their right.
The judge then demanded, "Do you actually believe justice will ever consider the maliciousness of your cause and the self-righteous nature of your fight?"
The onlookers stood addled as those whom deliberated volleyed their paradoxical opinions and possibilities of what could happen following their final rule.
One of the strange strangers wailed wildly, "We may not know your politics yet the laws which govern our humanity will forever render you the fool."
The plaintiff then rested and his smirk fell heavy while he pushed himself deep and deeper into his standard black leather seat.
Surprisingly, his defender now speculated, "I can't help but think, and feel, you embrace this punishment, and it's finality, as though it were, in some way, actually a welcomed treat."
Silence held them captive while the prosecution soon insisted all evidences are to be allowed in spite of a very tired law.
Solemnly, the judge replied, "Our declaration must, regrettably, remain impartial and this very circumstance will, obviously, capitalize on this very bias and this very basic flaw."
The jurors now returned while mayhem's fixation purposefully stalked those whom had been damaged and, not surprisingly, those whom dared to stare.
One juror had veritably conceded, "I must first apologize for this very verdict as I have seen, first hand, it is the universal cost of playing an unfair game as fair."
Sadness overwhelmed the majority as the audience slowly filtered away from an unjust system which had, ultimately, permitted the criminal to live AND to live as freed 
When questioned how he felt the mayhem laughed manically, "I have many times said I am nothing more then your friend and your enemy and I too bleed the same crimson all of you will bleed."
The mayhem hurried off now, guarded by enforcers whom, however reluctantly, secured his primitive rights while disgusted by a decision even the judging judge had judged as wrong. 
Another strange stranger had questioned everything, "Can you please explain what is to happen now taking into account morale no longer has a purpose or a meaning or even a reason to belong?"

Copyright © Hollie McDonough

Details | Sonnet | |

Journeying The Fiery Furnace Of Hate

     Journeying The Fiery Furnace Of Hate…

Once more and again, our hush harbors of audacious faith,
Studded with rainbow stained panes, have become matchless
To the penetrating beams of the putrefying rays of fearful hate:
Veiling the blessings of the sacred cross’s grace and righteousness.

The wayward children of Satan no longer wear their stained sheet
Scorched by the sweltering flames of God’s desecrated trees--- 
But scroll with ease into the sacred fold where peace and love meet:
With bowed heads---collectively sowing seeds of Grace on bending knees.

It is said that to forgive an erred human mind, is truly and act divine.
It is said that we must forgive frightened minds oblivious to what they do.
What a heavy burden heaped upon the bloody hearts of yours and mine;
May The Most High God forgive my wanting vengeance for me and for you!

Once more and again, let the fiery furnace of hate be drenched with holy water
from above.
Once more and again, let our earthly sojourn leave footprints of victory, unity
peace and love. 

Copyright © millard lowe

Details | Senryu | |

twisted words

you hoist his words like
a cross that you crucify 
those you fear upon

Copyright © David Brown