What manner of an angel be
my love, who standeth here?
Such beauty did I never see
in any Earthly year.
What mighty magic has she cast
to make me love her so,
that if I should for aeons last,
still with her I shall go?
What wonders lay beneath her breast
and weigh my heart like stones?
These eyes of mine did never rest
on any sweeter bones.
What better end have I to meet
than ‘fore my Lady break me
to lift me in her embrace sweet
and to her darkness take me?
Copyright © Robert Valentine
I was a child of words,
they explained my laughter, sheltered my dreams,
gave soul and sunshine a synergy,
emotions could escape jovially, mischeviously, miraculously,
art from a wind pipe, architecture of innocence played on papyrus,
I discovered that I could lye with them to achieve absolvement,
I may lie with them to remember light in long trails of history,
poetry became my throne, my home, how my heart shown
somethng precious I could own,
from them I learned diversity of dangerous dialectics,
from them I may teach about candor and courage,
about forgiveness flown wide,
a license from Divinity, a desire from death diging in doubts,
wise warriors may make the word sword from words,
defending their lifetimes with those weapons of intellectual warfare,
I chose Poetry because She rescued me from the philistines,
where I needed meaning She gave me begining
with an oath for us both,
going forth like students entering a cathedral worthy of new psalms
She was the water I touched my forehead with
I was Her reason for season,
a whirlwind She could bless with a scream,
a man with poetics in my purpose and melody in mind,
She would shatter stars for my delight
and I will break my body for Her foresight,
for She is forthright,
and I am Her knight -
Copyright © Justin Bordner
Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???
Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??
Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?
I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.
Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????
Copyright © Balbir Singh
From you I do not hide
the fragile, feral man inside,
in your grace I do confide
crown and pride I put aside,
For in your breath love is true
upon your breasts my eyes burn blue,
a face pure as youth I see in you
in our kiss the divine comes through,
I take you with me through the day
into the wild and amongst the fray,
within my heart you will stay
you are my strength all the way...
Copyright © Justin Bordner
You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start,
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.
For I’m just an old guy
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.
My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.
Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.
And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.
But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.
Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is true.
But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”
Copyright © Robert Candler
You are one of the people whom I admire the most,
I always think to send u in Heaven a post;
Your absence pierces the heart,
Desire to have my name in your good chart;
Long since there no one to tell the stories,
Ramayana and Mahabharata whose heroes enchanted their glories;
Evening walks are missing you,
Alone here needs who say words true;
I haven't experience the death's pain,
The way to get close to God as only gain;
Today sleeping doesn't bring the happiest moments,
Request to God to get me the those days in rent;
I am residing there from where you never came back,
But I know I am filled with people with whom my heart never sag;
Losing u at a very small age of mine isn't so good,
I haven't thought u can be so rude;
Often my dream witnesses u,
Your smile, your goodness everything in u;
The traditions followed by you and from the family attracted me,
The need of hour requests u to stand aside me;
The art of archery taught by u,
Never from my mind in these years this technique flew;
Rudeness can never be in your nature,
The Strongest had given so much in your treasure;
You live in my heart, my instincts,
Patiently waiting for last 15 years to make my problems fix it;
My facebook cover photo to have you underneath a big reason,
Atleast there you are present in my dimension;
Love and emotions between us kept me alive till today,
My memory never gonna skip your birthday;
Wish I could be your stick for your support,
And I have been there to obey your order as your TV's remote;
May there be less time to meet you in Heaven,
Cherishing again the golden days among two men.
Copyright © Prateek Tripathi
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Copyright © Meghan Palmer
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu.
Dedicated to Leonora
A unique and lovely
damsel from the heavens.
Love you so much.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
Call her Lucy
O'! For She once was all
Heavenly kingdom strung
On her Mandolin song
Call her Lucy
O'! For she had it all
Had she not fallen
Rising end-time eyes forlorn
O'! My poor Lucy
Fearing the last judges
Earthly kingdoms now torn
Copyright © okoi nkanu
Like a warm gentle breeze
On a bright sunny day,
I’ll sway with you
Not to go astray.
Like a cool wet rain drop
In the warm summers night,
I will stay with you
Until the first dewy light.
Like a lightly visible cloud
In a clear blue sky
I’ll be there near you
With no reason as to why.
Like granules of sand
Through a crystal hour glass
I’ll whisper soft sounds of peace
As the times slowly pass.
Like a comfy soft blanket
On a chilled winter night,
I will hold you so near
Till all feels right.
All these things I do with you
Are what we need to pull us through
Our hopes been dashed
Our dreams been lost
Much pain has past
At such great cost.
The love we found has kept us real
The life we share, like solid steel,
We hold up strong with all our might
And keep so close
No needs for flight.
Written by @
Copyright © Athena Hoefs
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD
Welcome me not for
"I" have been here before
That strong luminence only
ancient night's recall
From my lofty throne angels soar
bleakly-shining they bring you more
Welcome me not for
all other god's will concour
When the sun chose to rule dayly;
gargoyles, vampires, wolverines and all
bowed to me for they saw-
"I" only could give them more
Copyright © okoi nkanu
When we dream
And when we love
Is there anything
When we begin
In our dreams
In our past
We can try and make this last
Change is one way of bravery
Deep inside theirs a child
Learning to crawl
Take down the walls
Copyright © Courtney Vinch
I didnt know that angels could be on earth
until i met one
she is beautiful
and full of compassion
she has so much love for me
when i am hurt she heals
when i am lost and confused she shows me the way
she brings light into a world full of darkness
she helps me in the little things
she guides me through the tough things
She works hard to help others strive
she makes me a better person
she forgives when forgiveness is hard
she loves when loving is difficult
she cares more then anyone could imagine
she is always there when i need her
her arms open wide full of comfort
i cant imagine where i would be without my angel
my angel sent from God
i love you forever and always
happy mothers day
By: Katie Borg
Copyright © Katie Borghardt
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By THOMAS LAM HSI
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Oh, that crackling thunder, my ears torn asunder,
That folded mural in the sky-
It glistened and gleamed, like jewels on high,
I marvelled at my passage, until my victim drew neigh.
That fair-haired maiden, a youthful lass AT BEST,
I would de'er enter her vessel-
And lay my wizened body to rest,
Upon such sweet innocence, I'll leave her torn and regretful.
I've searched within my old sinful heart,
These many sweet wenches, I do now recall-
But my only regret, is one day will I die,
Oh, my crackling thunder, 'tis gone and lost for all.
I'm but a vapored cloud,
Drifting and planing night and day-
But now I'm an image lost,
My family so far away.
An ode to a witch, INDEED,
It could have been so hea-ven-ly-
But a stitch in time,
Ne'er leaves its rhyme, as I did so hap-pil-y!
Copyright © Thomas Hsi
Behold there she lay peacefully,
covered in warmth quite meticulously.
Her snow white eyes blinked,
as she sought to establish the place.
A smile warm as the sun rays,
from her lit up our hearts.
Ebony black hair atop her head,
her face beaming with joy.
A priceless gift to us all,
from our maker the overall.
We wish countless fortunes,
upon this little angel.
That the fountain of blessings,
may well over her life.
To always live in His favour,
for all times and seasons due.
Copyright © ian munywe
24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.
663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..
Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..
On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..
But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..
The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"
The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!
Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO
For my darling Angel
May you grow to be strong
And pure of heart
May you dream incredible dreams
Believe in anything you wish
And wish for what you believe
May you experience magic
And reach for the stars
Be kind and cherish your possessions
Take your time to do things right
Never forget who will always
Love you for you
You will always be mine
My pride, my joy
The apple of my soul
My heart, my world
My darling Angel
Copyright © Shannon Deane
There is a plan that's hard to see,
By and by I learn to discern,
Sculpt as I can form and beauty.
I uncover what I must learn,
Discover rhymes when reason sleeps,
Here recover truth that I yearn.
Now space and time can feel so deep,
Truth can seem blur and thought so thin,
I find new chimes and come to grips.
Proof can cast slurs that slaps cold lymph,
I explore plots that forge a way,
Words can slant blur with outs and ins.
Emerge from pure thought in profound play,
Heart and soul spot a timeless sight,
Spirit inspires lot to wing each day.
Here trapped in thought we forsake light,
A path we take leads to a cell,
Each layered lot forfeits plain sight.
Man strives to make yet casts a spell,
Each soul's dark night brings madness deep,
Expose the fake and live quest well.
Walk to the light and end soul sleep,
Guardian angel comes forth to greet,
Look to clear sight to smile not weep.
Guardian angel: dear pathway star,
Help me each day to sense what's right,
Let love tangle with heart ajar.
Teach me to play with precious sight,
Let joy fit say to mould not mar,
Each moment's stay to feel delight.
Teach me to pray as I trek far,
Angel most dear let love live here,
Each night and day, a radiant star.
Let peace and cheer bless heart sincere,
May light and dark be twins that show,
Let love draw near to purge all fear.
Let soul fire spark in spirit glow,
Move sound heart free to see sure grace,
Love lights the dark as splendour grows.
Let true beauty spawn truth in place,
Let peace of mind now reveal ploys,
Angel I see your charming face.
I seek and find in hidden joys
My guardian kind in fond employ.
17 Mar 2014
Copyright © Leon Enriquez
I wipe the tears from your face,
I hold you close and say it'll be okay.
I'm your sister, your guardian angel, and your best friend,
And I promise I'll be here til' the end.
When you feel scared and think your life's through,
I promise I'm here for you.
When a stupid guy makes you mad,
I'll grab my bat, and he'll be feeling bad.
You help me stay strong,
You've been here all along.
I love it when you smile,
And i hug you when you cry.
So promise me,
You'll never leave.
I know you need me, its true,
But I definitley need you!
Copyright © Cassidy Alligood
Dearest Poetry Angel,
When I came visiting today
I was in a gloomy mood.
Your poetry burst away my clouds
And a radiant rainbow appeared.
Thank you for sharing
Your divine gift with me.
From your fountain
Let more words of inspiration
Sparkle on us mere mortals.
Please give us more poems
Of your eternal meditation.
Pain in the heart
Is so easily contagious.
Delve I into the depth
To find no solution.
Running away from truth
Leads to further tribulation.
Seeking for salvation
Is beyond my aspiration.
Reliance on anyone
Is a bar I cannot cross.
Banks I find none
For my surging emotions.
My wild untamed desires
I cannot transform.
A dual life is what
I am perennially living
In reality and
In my castle of dreams.
Is hard to come by. I
Yet when I meet you
My heart contracts not.
My lips curl into a smile
And I start celebrating my life.
The clearest sky is above with
The rainbow coloured peacocks delicately dancing.
Dearest Poetry Angel I understand you not
Nor ever want to understand your sheer enigma.
Gudrun Kaur Mann
Copyright © Balveen Cheema
Wow it seems just like yesterday
I sat there watching the CMA
The rest is history what can I say
An angel sang “Why don’t you stay”
She was raw and raucous as I ever heard
But all leaned forward to hear her words
She held us in her reaching palm
And she exploded like an atom bomb
Jennifer, Jennifer won’t you sing for me
I’ll write you a song like none could ever be
I know you write the words you sing
And you really don’t need my fling
However I am just an old man with a silly dream
You can make it happen… or so it really seems
You should hear my words coming from up above
Like the ones sent me about the “Garden of Love”
I think you would find it really very prime
However Steve Earle didn’t write it, it is mine
And I am already married my kids are quite tall
Also when it rains I often slip and fall
If nothing else I hope this gives you a smile
Stranger things have happened
You know every once in a while
It doesn’t hurt to dream, not by a country mile.
So Jennifer, Jennifer consider an old man’s plea
What the heck it can’t hurt to talk a while with me
It might even climb all the way to number one
Let the world hear the Garden of love, basking in your sun
Wow it seems just like yesterday
I sat there watching the CMA
The rest is history what can I say
An angel sang “Why don’t you stay”
Copyright © Gregory Cox
An angel of life looking far into the beauty.
White dress with pink wings. The seagulls are doing her searching.
She is standing high on to a mountain side balcony.
She is waiting for her call.
So she can sweep down for them all.
She is an Angel she has seen many things.
She cares more about your heat
More about your soul.
The most of all.
Copyright © Jack Reed
The canvas upon
Which Sunsets are drawn
The palette that proffers
The stroke of the brush
‘Pon the edge of the earth
The purples, the crimsons
The portrait that’s painted
Each day at dusk
At times displays the husk
Of a day…
Vibrant and roseate
Once so bright and sunny
As if God and Angels
Have conspired to create
A hue hallowed and new
The colour of blood
…mixed with honey…
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic
I do not know?
As approaching his fifty-fifth birthday this July thirteenth
We sit down for some extended sharing of thoughts and life
Borne within a place called Angels Camp his Father an inventor
Slash author actually and mother became one's own creation ? Time
Apart from beginning or matter their world, without end:
Copyright © Jeremy Street
Seventy years ago in Princeton, West Virginia on a cold December third night
an earthly angel was born unto us and her name was Audrey Wright
a blessed child of God, a devoted disciple of Christ
and we've gathered here this evening to celebrate her life
With her husband Joe she has had over forty years of wedded joy
David, Dominick and Bobby Jr. are their 3 handsome boys
a member of the Historic Berean Baptist Church for a score of years
a deacon, a playwright, a woman of substance whom we all love and hold so dear
a truly talented individual who has a funny and dramatic flair with the pen
she writes the type of plays that makes you renew your faith in God all over again
I consider myself doubly blessed to have her as a sister and friend in Christ
and to everyone she has ever met in someway she has touched their life
she had the nerve to inform me that she was seventy years young
but as I look upon her lovely face, she doesn't look a day over forty-one
excellence, eloquence and elegance are the traits she humbly conveys
and I'm extremely honored to write this tribute for her seventieth birthday
I love you and congratulations to you, my dear friend Audrey Wright
and may the Lord Our God continue to bless you and keep you always in His sight
Copyright © louise nelson
Kathy is a special spirit
her sparkling eyes emit the grandeur of life
looking into them is spellbinding.
her smile glistens,just to look into her eyes
and that magnificent smile makes you feel her arms around you
while her wings are not visible,they are there ever present
an angel on earth,a true friend
my heart sings to know her.i breath deeper knowing i can be myself with this angel that
listens intently to my woes.we are separated by many miles,but in my heart and soul i can
reach out and touch her.she is always there,my friend,my angel,my pal,my Kathy
Copyright © KATHY MORELLI