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Reserved but Cannot be Forgotten

A blessed soil which perspires cashews and coughs out black pepper, its global banner of rice is raised so high which is only beaten by one. Specializing in the juices of the commonest limbless reptile with cuisines highly recommended by the parliaments of health. From dragons to birds; the turtle to the horse; the minds of its people have well been bonded to these, making historians marvel at which exactly helped in denting the American military pride.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Ode to Troy

Your buildings were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And just like that Priam's Kingdom was no more.

Your damnation was brought on by the lusts of a young man
named Paris,
For a young woman named Helan who was declared the fairest.
This is what brought to your land the Achaeans other wise known as the 
Their soldiers,slaves, and their king,
To destory the trojans is what they did seek.

For ten long years there was blood,sweat and so many tears.
With no relief or gains,
Just more deaths and battle pains.
Untill Achilles and his shield,
Killed your bravest son Hector on the field.

The gods themselves were divided,
Ones on each side fighting,
All this for one young couples desire's

And so your buildings they were burned,
Your walls they were torn,
And the life of Priam and his kingdom and sons were no more,
destroyed they were,
All for one girl.

Copyright © Ettie Christian | Year Posted 2014

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Ode To A Former Wild Life

Ode To A Former Wild Life

Drank too hard, rode my horses too fast
didn't give a damn if my body did not last
Midnight was a bell for me to pour it on
get wasted until my head felt like a stone

Pretty gals, O' how they spun my wheels
woo'ed them as I pleased, made no deals
Passionate nights spent dancing in the bed
plenty of time for sleep after I am dead

Life was just a big box to rip'er open
bigger thrills , prettier gals I was hoping
Once a spirited mustang, wild as all hell
wildest things I did I dare not to tell

Memories good or bad often can not decide
yet one thing is sure, had one helluva' ride
Memories good or bad , often know not which
yet having none at all would be a real bitch!

Robert J. Lindley , 04-18- 2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…

Copyright © Lilt Of Orpheus | Year Posted 2009

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In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007

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Lady Diana

She swept away the tired day
with purple broom that stained the sky
and the sun swept under the rug
was the sparkle in her eye

She walked on a bridge of cloud
with such glowing presence and luminescence
that it left crumbs of stars in the sky.

Copyright © Erica Lewis | Year Posted 2009

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Roast of an UNNAMED Poet

He's packin' magic Viagra
Muse infused grooves set the mood
grab ya' and stab ya' 
we're opposites 
still we speak the same language 
teach and preach truth
every time I stop to see what he's droppin' 
my dang pen commits sin, flips a lid  
ink pours, runs down the paper like Jill Abramson did the NY TIMES
just in time verse transfers kinetic energy 
activating a semantic force field
formulating symbiosis through synergy   
swimming in puddles of puns
changing sans rays into rays of sun 
you can hear bums humming metonym hymns from the Twin Cities to Tuscan
igniting a revolution of prostitutes and hooligans on hallucinogens to scoot  
loose from futons 
learn to earn and swim with loose Louis Vuitton boots on 
whacked out kids from Pakistan with crack in hand hear his pen 
and pack into Shaggin' Wagon vans to kick up sand and
do their dance and just hold hands 

the whole globe huggin' like cousins 
uncovering hovering heteronomy mysteries evading lexicographers throughout 
centuries of history
he's teaching wide eyed chicks to utilize polysemy by demonstrating thermal 
viscosity rates of his balls and prick
my mental lexicon is spinning 
so I'm sinnin' then  I'm grinnin' and grabbing inflatable girlfriends over for 
dinner then dessert to be followed immediately by frenzied poetic circle jerks

I must admit the fabric of his hyperbole allegoristic-ally makes me 
wanna  on·o·mat·o·poe·ia in my pants and break into a hyper pole dance!
he's coordinating conjunctions
box munching at the junction
whole heartedly gets retarded with descriptive hard-ons 
vast array of play-on words for you ladies to chew on
verse for verse
inch for inch
tit for tat 
this and that 
hot and heavy with romance 
enough to make a man wear a hard hat 
there inside the high rise 
under construction in the pants
damn Mister (CENSORED), atta-boy!
and though I'mma boy with no vagina, boy 
(you don't mind if I call you mister by design there boy?)

Man, the images your tongue twisters send 
I must commend and admit 
if you had a different rear end...
then WO'-man
I might have to apprehend your ass with my ten inch night stick, oh hell, it's 
just past a hard seven, but who's countin' man? 

As you see poetry is a curse conjuring harmful words of demonic proportions 
reading your scriptures' depictions interrogatively tells me these inscriptions 
are precisely the prescription I need to erect the sword which could ultimately 
lead to seismic abortions...dang...
Did I just type that? 

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014

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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011

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Ode to my Father

Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet
Soft of morning dew, and my dusty feet
Leaving his brighter sun for school and care
Whilst he with poetic dreams filled the air
And orange blossoms buzz with fragrance fair
And O, orange blossoms buzz when
In my mind I hear his voice again.

Father, fragile though festive fold of hills
Where drought walks dissonant on dribbled dreams
Your memory abides here still, and bright streams
Of laughter where you paced or sat unveiling
History and poetry and farmed feeling
Of the world. Like a nightingale's voice spills
Through the village gate, sublime as sacred thrills
The organ dissipates, and crannies fills
With thy deep eloquence and pride
And thy wide eyed child by your side.

Regal of an African line, birth low
Amidst the Maroon bramble, up you came
Out of the German mire of blood, a flame
Carrying bushman and midwife through night
The falcon feathered for the frolic of flight
Over foreign spires, in the bright rainbow
Father, still your footsteps that path does show
Mud deep, bright towards the future we go
Athlete, scholar, tempest and mist
Man above men will foes insist

And I today churn in praise my new lines
Waking like a womb of fresh beginnings
A virgin voyage of my form, deep gleanings
Of the mind's creativity. I bring
It, tribute to you, blush before my king
For whose awesome form my love matchless pines
Seeking your worth in joys of new designs
To carve your honor on our human minds
First of our black place to unfold
Upon white space petals of gold.

This proud veterinarian, this wave
That pulse across the Caribbean's shores
This first in rank in all the shackled chores
This noble patron of the arts, this child
Of business, that upward through nights here toiled
To say I am free, stir now gloomy grave
You shall not hold him forever a slave
When jubilee comes, and our God shall save
For of all the joys that is known
He loved his God, and grace was shown

Time and us are leashed memories
With time I tell love's true stories
And so its oft, when love in fancy strays
I to Alms Inn, where my boyhood still plays
In St. Elizabeth, behind the brimmed drays
Here in white pattern of dust I reclaim
The glory of my father, all my name
For we are nothing who have no past, sir
No identity the shard soul to stir
Shorn from the traditions of father's ways.

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010

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Rainforest in the Wilderness

Westernmost in its regional placement and traditional identity, rare but indigenous is its Arabian flavour, and a significant bridge of peace between its brothers and their common enemy. Displays an open tradition, appreciative of diabolism as witches are integral part of its cultural settlements. Typical of its nucleus is a combination of minarets structured worship centers, Bazaars, sections called medinas and lasbali fortresses. Its riches in wood stored up through the Atlas mountains has milked its way from the dashboards of the Rolls Royce brand and its possession of the “mother of all flowers” has given the French creative experts a reason to fancy the world. Public bath are greatly preferred to private ones to flatter socialization in shrines of ritual purification. Its rare ideology in liver displacing the heart in love’s symbolism gives a perceived cosmic effect of its cute uniqueness. The “assembly of the dead” and the Tomb of John the Baptist are hugely important in its global historic relevance. Just the way Aid al-kebir is held highly so also is handling of food with the right hand and as well in the acceptance of offered meat. The glory of such a symbolic geography never stay silent because the constant whispers of its honour, despite not a continental union member is evidenced by its official friendship to the world power which is the first ever, among hundreds of many more.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than 
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! " 

Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!

Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "

Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!

Nothing has was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! " 

Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna! 

All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace! 
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! " 

Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

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Land of The kings

A name reflective of its traditional kingship is its identity, showcasing a cultural strength and heritage. A huge trader with an Asian giant is this land upholding the Kwanza like the Indian respect to its Rupee. Indifference is shown to the culture of tipping; substances like cigarettes can stand as replacement to cash. The semba is a mother influence to many others like the samba of Brazil and it has a zero tolerance approach towards its public structures and security zones. It is an epitome of the continent’s blessing in wealth and resources this land shakes hands with the black diamonds from beneath but once bowed its head to the rule of the Portuguese. Now standing as free as a large open space, yet still humiliated by the shackles of the African curse.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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A LIVING LEGACY: The Berean Baptist Church 157th Anniversary

the land was valued at $240, where they built "the little church on the hill"
established by a group of abolitionists and free blacks for they knew that was God's will
they named it Berean Baptist and its congregation was integrated
but after only a short time the membership separated
the church continued to prosper for the members were godly inspired
they would not let anything keep them down not even those two fires
the congregation would continue to rebuild for their faith could not be pricked
they got smart and moved  two blocks over and erect a church made out of bricks
it was a little chapel yet membership would continue on the up swing
the church needed more room, so they then added on two wings
from  Dr. Brown to Drs. Matthews, Eldridge and the Rev. Dr. James
anointed men of God who helped Berean establish a good name
from Rev. Roman  and now  Dr. Griffith with their powerful evangelistic ministries
and after 157 years  Berean is a great church with a lasting and living legacy
and with the Lord's continued blessings, His mercy and His grace
The Historic Berean Baptist Church will always be the place
where anyone and everyone can come to get godly inspiration
for Berean is the church that will set on the path to salvation

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007

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Hippo From The East

The giant of the east, a thorn in the most prosperous continent possessing land so massive which is second to none having each day measured in nine different scales and twelve large waters in full interaction with its borders Its pride feeds on most of European and global superlatives is it from the stores of fresh water or the preservation of the wild plant communities? Is it its rich deposits piled beneath the Earth or its sized capital of huge significance to Europe? This historic nation prides in them all and even more But then, the limbs of its diplomacy are incomplete in such regard, important allies are difficult to come by no room for adjustments- it must be what it wants Georgia and Ukraine’s tears then becoming the pay for its domineering spirit Though not adequately reverenced by the inhabitants of the jungle a hippo still remains more dangerous than the lion well ranked among the frontiers of global authority but a major 21st century bully even in this time of civilization

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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There is a field where Sherman marched
Across the bloody South
Just beside a freeway, that connects it to the North
No one builds and no one plants on hallowed bloody ground
And late at night tis said there’s ghosts that hover all around

In the spring there’s beauty on this poor forgotten place
No one live remembers the men who died with grace
No cell phones or gadgets to escape the fear and dread
Letters lost or just delayed were part of war twas said

Brothers fighting brothers in a bloody senseless brawl
Shattering a country while a death rate took its toll.
Marching cross the U.S. burning towns just shortly built--
Lynching and destroying without a modicum of guilt.

Streamlined education doesn’t bother with “ancient” facts
Parents want a fast track deal –full deductions in their tax
Highlight education is the modern style—on line.
No room for the how’s and why’s –there simply isn’t time.

So, if you seek reflection in a conversation pit
Find an avid reader for a talk with any wit.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2014

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The true story Of Fanny Lynes

The year is1762 and a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk and even a ghost
About hordes of aristocrats and wealthy men assembling
 Crowds rivalling Covent Garden Theatres were now descending

To a house near St Paul’s on a road named Cock Lane
Although three stories high one room on each floor it had for its fame
Owned by Richard Parsons a clerk with a passion for drink
Forever in debt borrowing money, but to repay it he never did think.

He evicted poor Fanny and her partner William Kent
Even though he borrowed money from them and they could pay rent
A short time later smallpox took poor Fanny Lynns from this world
But her 'said to be' husband engraved no name, and then this story unfurled 

He explained in truth that they were not wed 
He didn’t want her family knowing poor Fanny was dead
She left all her goods to her partner William Kent 
He didn’t want to share them not a penny not a cent

Two years later a report on Fanny hit the news
It seems Parson was Kent’s character now going to abuse 
Through Parsons daughter it was said that Fanny had spoken
The ghost of Fanny Lynes with a scratching sound had awoken
From the lips of the poor deceased Fanny Lynes 
The tales of murder and scratching begins
She says she died not of smallpox, but of murder most foul
And she wants her revenge and is now on the prowl

Kent denied murder he loved his Fanny so
But of the scratching of Fanny now most people did know
To the house in Cock lane the crowds rallied round
Entrepreneurs learnt how to make a quick buck, a quick pound

Selling food and drink and seats by the door
As Fanny was said to tell of her murder and more
But it seems there may have been trickery and lies from Parsons not Kent
As it was to his daughter Elizabeth that Fanny’s messages were sent.

Parsons was found guilty of lies, a fine he was ordered to pay
As he did not pay to jail he went and spent there many a day
The case against Kent dropped and Fanny’s ghost did now sleep
But years later maybe her revenge she finally did reap

As the years passed more investigations were made
 Her coffin was dug up and her body displayed
On poor scratching fanny of Cock lane it was observed
No smallpox was found but her face was preserved

 Was it then arsenic that killed poor Fanny after all? 
 Whatever the truth in the house of three stories tall
No one knows now as the grave held no engraved name
But still there exists the tale of Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane.

© GG 30/1/2014

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2014

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I wished to improve on my character so,
I looked for a model to go by.
I studied the habits of men great and tall,
For one who seemed perfect in my eyes.

Men of fine profile and manly physique,
Were the first ones to cross my inspection,
First also dismissed for their physical charms,
Seemed all they had worth admiration;

And those who had money and power were wont,
To flaunt their importance and style,
An hour or two in this comp'ny could last,
A person a long, long while;

And so I explored yet another route,
The highway to high education,
Perhaps here I would find the virtuous man,
One worthy of my adulation.

I read through the tomes of scholars and scribes,
Philosophers, poets and statesmen,
And I never found a doctrine more sound,
Than the one left behind by Ben Franklin.

Benjamin Franklin
1706 - 1790

A statesman and scientist he was also quite a philosopher.
He was considered to be one of the most important figures of his day having been given 
the dubious honor of being asked to sign the Declaration of Independence along with many other great men of that era; making him one of our Founding Fathers.
In doing so he showed great courage because all who signed had a price placed on their 
heads by the Crown of England for treason.
He spent his life in search of knowledge continuously trying to improve himself.
He had the ability to see and recognize his own faults and tried to do something about them. That is something not many people can do.  It's also the reason he had few if any real enemies.
A person could do a whole lot worse than to try to imitate his style.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2012

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Growing Aroma of an Asian Pride

A confined territory with created identity from a spanish monarch since established, its badge with monkey eating eagles, large shopping malls; tropical fruits and coconut, dense population; Conus glorianus and the python Reticulatus gets heavier. Most defined Christian territory in its region and a global production hub for nursing care and services. This locality nurtures and perfects the services of text messaging writing on the wall of global discoveries through the mouse deer and other animal species most particular in the giant clams. It suffers from the blunt blade of human trafficking but this hasn’t stopped the continuous glow of its pride. Ranging from the biggest pair of shows ever, to the manila event of 2006; the discovery of an important antibiotic, or its global archipelago pride. Its power presence shown in Jelly fish lake or the Noche Buena, celebrated as the longest Christmas season. All these green lights visible to the planet never let its flag turn upside down again.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Many Flowers, Few Thorns

Sheltered in the south of the south, its culture breathed out the dance of love to the world. Once established, as the historic natural park for gigantic dinosaurs with the earth’s tail attached to its field and a familiar friend to continental extremities both in elevations and in the measure of cold and heat. Even with its tender voice and closed influence its hands have contributed to the beautiful jewelries of the globe’s spark. The first scores of Cristiani’s animation and pioneering crime’s neck breaker through the Axe of finger-printing; also a well watered green yard for cosmetic manipulations but yet marred with Anorexia and battles of the mind. So much flowers with few thorns classify this blessed home with sons like Diego and Lionel.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Born To Live-Difficult to Conquer

The birth place of world war II after an invasion void of any declaration. Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster. A time frame marked its stolen identity signifying its absorption into the world map when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence. Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic to border-crossing summer birds. The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk married off his three seeds of fertility who were carrying rich humus to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties. Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election. The heart of the world of European Jews where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none where the first artificial language, created and sustained; and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity. It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie. The last will and testament of the expiring country marks the first European constitutional state. The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking. The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants. Its historic medicinal use of vodkas and the blossom to the stem end direction of peeling Bananas ready for consumption beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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History In A Black Robe

Waves of anticipated distance- cheerfulness and goodwill reasons to part quite enormous reflected in displayed emotions long hugs, passionate waves, incomplete smiles and contact exchanges. Queues and checkpoints, controls and duty free sales all activities winding up in a goodbye From the departure lounge, mothers with their kids walk fathers with uptight faces already anticipating the next business moves children in mental freedom roam and play singles, so direct in focus to the flight entry’s aisle unfortunately it’ll be an irreversible one and an exit with a permanent stamp. A calamity not even the tenders of coincidence anticipated a disaster totally human in occurrence forcing the Germanwings to get broken by a hand unwilling to perish alone. Exposure wasn’t enough to nurture a sense of humanity education was weak to pump water on a soil of love a hundred and fifty lives given to hades without cause or reason, just on a platter of Gold a well calculated crime beats the justification of a psychiatric malfunction resulting to an all-lose situation broken wings, lost lives and broken hearts as once again, history stands still in black robes for us all to say goodbye our friends and adieu to our beloved children

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having 
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey 
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary 
of Herod's malicious they fled to Egypt
on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip! 

They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride,
and being very wise, they never returned
to tell him what kind of child they had found! 
They brought their gifts and knelt at a child
whose fate as foretold was to die for us all,
and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call!

Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him, 
Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem;
no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry
and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie!
O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him!
O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb!

They believed in the Savior from what they had read,
and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of:
the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang, 
announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove!

Written on December 16, 2012

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

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
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2013

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(An Ode To The UK Royal

Just consider Henry Tudor,
No man born was ever ruder,
He changed his wife, like 
changing his socks
But he got his comeuppance,
he died of the pox.
If a wife didn’t please him,
when he was in bed,
She was in very grave danger
of losing her head.
Queen Mary had people burned 
on a pyre,
She was very religious, but
addicted to fire.  

Next came Lizzie, the Virgin
Well, before Robert Dudley,
she might just have been.
One day she kicked him out
of her bed,
Next thing he knew, it was
off with his head.
Charles the Second had 
bastards galore,
Then hell, he retired, so he
had a few more!
He made them all lords and
gave them estates
That’s why nobility are such
bosom mates.

Oliver Cromwell had done for 
his dad,
He wasn’t much better, but he
wasn’t all bad.
King James was a Scot, and a
right old nancy,
He liked little boys who just
took his fancy. 
It was usually known that he
didn’t like water,
Never took a bath, when he 
really should oughter.
There were also the Georges,
one, two, three and four,
Now they were all German – 
right through to the core.

The first brought two 
mistresses when he came in,
One short and fat, and one 
tall and thin.
I promise you – this is all true,
my dear,
The history books make it so
perfectly clear.
Now George the Third was as
mad as a hatter
But he begat him an heir, so it
didn’t much matter.
Sexy Coberg Gotha, Queen
Vicky became
‘Cos she married Prince Albert, 
and that was his name.

They had lots of children, I
believe it was ten,
So he must have had, plenty
of ink in his pen!
Edward the Eight, he gave 
up the throne,
Didn’t want to sit on it all on
his own.
Hark the herald angels sing:
Mrs Simpson pinched our
She was a most unlikely 
All skin and bone wrapped 
up in a bag.

George, Duke of Kent, was
of doubtful gender,
Was quite well known – as
a bit of a bender.
Ivor Novellor was much to
his taste,
Quite good-looking, now 
that was a waste.
He had to marry Princess
Arranged before he’d even
seen her.
That was such a sad little 
He’d have liked her much
better, if she’d been a male!

Phil the Greek, landed here
minus a penny,
So he married a royal, now 
his fortunes are many.
Turned out to be an arrogant
Thinks he’s one step down
from god.
Charles is now the Prince of
Bet his lackeys could tell a
few tales.
Camilla was his bit on the
Wonder how many others
he tried?

Poor Princess Di, now she
nearly blew it,
She had a son who looks 
like James Hewitt!
She was a lady – an upper
crust toff,
But she broke all their rules,
they had her bumped off.
They toil not, neither do
they spin,
But still the money keeps
rolling in.
Their riches now, are quite
It’s about time they were 
made redundant.

Keep this to yourself, old
Or the buggers will have
me locked up in the Tower.
Well, I mean, it stands to
They could have me done
for inciting treason!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

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Just another Grade A

Remarkable in brewery and port, foreign aid and cheese production founders of the twin Giants of the nation within the oceans having the cultivating- Land of glowing lights; a global focal point in bicycle riding and a historic mountain top in windmill usage, yet named as a glorified settlement but also a low one. Popular in its mayonnaise pasted French fries, oldest in its Anthem, first in anything Gin Liquor and biggest in coffee consumption. Possesses the highest milk tolerance and has the best welcome to children with the tallest inhabitants within a defined territory in the globe. The sounds of its difference is worth itching the ear and the capture of its glory is an amazing nutrient to curiosity. No need to go local with these factual flattery b’cos even through these words, it’ll show some comprehension and gratitude.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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More than just a Habitat

The home of mankind and makind’s favourite drink existing in a size bigger than spain and france combined with its new flower, a diplomatic capital of its continent and a paradise for vegetarians having the tastiest, healthiest and most diverse cuisine in its regions. It has a cycle more than the regular year-timing and one of only two territories never to be dominated. This home is of its own original Alphabet consisting of unique symbols and a continental pride of its first ever Olympic Gold medal. Aligns itself with members of the class of highest capitals with more than twice the continental stony landscapes in its possession and a detailed recognition far away from outer-space on the great rift valley situated right in its heart, all coming from this abode where the black Jews originated. Its natural heritage is most appreciated and recognized amongst its peers and the dwelling place to the last surviving species of ancient grazing primates holding commanding claims to the biblical covenant Ark and commandments are the sub-units of its pride spanning a long time scale which is unfortunately altered by the common affliction affecting all the settlers of its entire large neighbourhood.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Mysterious Nephilim

It is written, in ancient scrolls
of mankind's beginnings
so very long ago
and the strange beginnings 
that surround these times.
Times where the sons of God
entered into the daughters
of men, surmised to be 
fallen angels from heaven.

This union brought forth
Nephilim, great giants
the mighty men of old
warriors, fierce fighters, all.
Men of bloodshed and war.
These powerful super humans
like mythical Greek gods were
savage, instinctual, incredible
a glorious race were they.

Yet God chose not to use
their god-like powers
but instead, a mere mortal
a humble man named Noah.
Yes, it was he who would 
fulfill God's great plan.

For wicked man had
corrupted the land
the Nephilim included.
Over the course of
one hundred years 
the ark was built with
Noah's hard work and sweat.
He preached and tried to warn
the people to turn back
to God, to repent!

Except for eight righteous
people and some animals
all perished, for the
Great Flood wiped out
the earth of all the living. 

From that time on
the ancient legacy of
the Nephilim, those
mighty men of old
is shrouded in mystery
cloaked in a hidden
portal of man's history. 

Written on 9/25/2015

Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015

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My Ode to the Netherlands

My Ode to the Netherlands
White water lilies picked for Verlena in Friesland. The Dutch Republic is over a century old. We are there during autumn. Flowers are everywhere. The sunflower fields The sunbeams Yellow and brown profound the canvas To visit the Domtower is a climb. Utrecht is a trek. An ode comes to mind… Dutch greetings we say… Dutch greetings we say, in the land of Friesland today. Welcome all! Our home is our joy. We are logical people and not emotional. We are expressive in our thoughts. Call us opinionates, if you want. Dutch greetings we say to all! ________________________________________________________/
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse Contest Name: Your ode to 'my' Netherlands and/or 'my' Friesland Date of Entry: March 29, 2014 Date Written: March 29, 2014 ~Elly, happy birthday... This is two forms in one poem. The couplet and the irregular ode. Best wishes and hopefully, this is not to much.~:)s

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
The Christian Irish loudly sang,
taking their chant to all Ireland...
and that made Milchu very sick!

In his veins ran pure blood of Roman nobility;
at that brutal era, Druidism was Ireland's religion,
and he, the follower of Christ, felt much contention...
but armed with determination Patrick fought it fiercely!  

" Hail to courageous Patrick!"
As a saint he never accepted defeat;
he was bread and water for the weak...
endless fear for the High Priest!

" Pagans, you shall not worship neither the Sun
nor idols, Christ is your true Lord! "
He preached in all villages ignoring any frown
from that warrior waving his sword!

Would he had never been captured
and sold into slavery, all Ireland wouldn't have known liberty;
his task was to tend sheep as David,
but choose to give his entire soul to God to wipe out idolatry!  

" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
Every man, woman and child shouted without being afraid;
they knew that God had sent this holy and kind man to them
to teach prayers of fervent faith!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

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The Alpha of Modern Life

It is a field composed of four times more stones than grass with a spectacular traditional residency, making its habitat almost homogenous is this global historic street light, shinning with well spread beams. Through its inventions of western theories of tragedy and comedy, major mathematical principles, histiography and western literature, political science, the Olympics and western philosophy. All well capped by the majestic influence from its creation of democracy. Setting up as passengers of a flight travel to the past, the suppressed heavily added to the density of its people. Waving with an open hand and fingers well extended hits the mind with similar intensity to telling an irish “smell ya ma”. The puff of breath through pursed lips and the shade of blue stand in mythical beliefs of protection against evil. The unbelievable stamina of the Hoplite soldiers all sum up the beautiful historic landmark of a nation once defined by thousands of different quarreling colonies. The leading producer of sea sponges with its ships more than twice as much as its continental fleets and a global accolade of accumulating archaeological Museums. Despite being heavily wounded by financial meltdown; and still drinking from the deadly taste of its black soup its highlighted prominence in history, mathematics and philosophy together with the cultural swag of its first world features attract yearly interested sight-seekers much more than its inhabitants which is an enough statement, to the testament of its global charm.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015