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A Gentle Death

Avenge me not, for death has been a friend
and anger ill befits love's gentle wine.
All lovers true or not, must part, ascend:
rise, or fall, as life's trials their paths assign.

Still as bone, white as winter's snow my skin
by candle light, one can almost see inside.
My hair a gossamer halo, so thin, 
my eyes, my blue eyes, still contain the tide.

I am your fair Persephone, your wife, bride,
and soon I will return to you Hades
to rise born on cherry blossom tides;
when in the earth, I can no longer bide.

Bless gentle Thanatos for his death sublime
and Hypnos, as in sleep, I do recline.

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Long Goodbyes

Voices choral, chimes of clay ring out
oh so merrily to a wintry sky
And earthen sounds once silent, still, now shout
in harmony and majesty, they cry. 

A brightness sheers the air as metal sounds,
long cylinders of brass clink in the breeze
like childish laughter each fresh note abounds
a thankful note the past year to appease.

In churches, mosques and temples they sing
as clappers sound the tone around their rims
forged of metal, or blown in glass, they ring
resounding as the hours of this year dim.
Rejoice, rejoice a New Year has begun
Goodbye they toll and sing here comes the sun.

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Saving Grace

Your hands reach to heaven, but your heart speaks to hell
Once you were an angel, seduced by sin, you fell 
Your soul is warm and giving, your heart is cold as ice 
Your devil makes you foolish, your angel wants you nice 
Choices, you're making the wrong ones each hour 
Once a red rose, now your a withered dying flower 
Your hard life has taken a toll, once a beauty now a troll 
Needing redemption, you look above to save your soul 
You got to give up the devil, if you want God to show mercy 
Put down the crutch and let God's hands set you free 
Aware that He is there, you know you must surrender 
Release all the sins the devil has you drowning under 
Life of hanging with the devil is one He didn't condemn
Your hands reached to heaven, He's taken hold of them

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Et Portae Inferi Non Valebit, Gates of Hell shall not Prevail

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)

Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard

In the dark shadow of this evil world
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  93

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Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song

Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days

My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins  around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you

Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold! 

Robert J. Lindley  09-24-2014

note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around. 
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around 
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the 
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's 
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's 
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...

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Oceanic Blues

How grand it is when sky blue meets the sea
may sky and sand and water ever be...
reflecting in a topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down and over me.

Yes, meet me where the foam does froth and roil,
where the waves do pound ‘pon glistening soil
And seagulls squawk in mismatched harmony
oh, let the stars fall down and over me.

Sea tossed, the dross shines ‘pon the glistening strand, 
Gemstones born, where the sky does meet the land.
Meet me, down by the rush and roar sea
Oh, let the stars fall down and over me.

Here I shall blend for all eternity,
with life and death and love of thee for me.


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Sonnet 18 Parody

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.

Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine 
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.

Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.

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If Ever

If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...


--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)

**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)'s looking better now, thank you!!

again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)

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Down Where The Roses Bloom

Down where roses bloom in the month of June
The scented petals will mature and fall
Carried by zephrys of spring like balloons
Those petals in the wind over land sprawl

Pale pink petals carried away to land 
With a gental touch of kindness caress
The spring grasses with a delicate hand
Courteous as it lands with politesse

Each petal waits in turn to fly away
Their patience is long, each holds 'til time
They then 'pon the wind float and not betray
The Spirit within which is one sublime

Down where the roses bloom may the fruit grow
Let love lead as petals upon wind flow  

Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Petals In The Wind
Written this 23rd day of January 2013
Written by: Sara Kendrick

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The end of the beginning drew very near so Jesus went to pray in the garden, Heavy was His pure heart, bruised by burden, And olive trees soon misted with His tears. He knelt beside a patch of lavender, Roses dropped petals asking for pardon, Sand only softened, refused to harden, While poppies bent their heads closer to hear. Evening deepened as Son talked to Father, Geraniums paled, His pain they could see, Daises bowed low to man’s sinless brother, Gethsemane kneeled to the Rabboni. Seeded by grace, grew a blessed flower, ~A blossom of hope, the Easter lily~
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death, "he said to them. “Stay here and keep watch.” Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that if possible the hour migh pass from him. “Abba, Father,” he said, “Everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.” Mark 34-36 By Cyndi MacMillan for Linda Marie's Easter Inspirations Contest ABOUT THIS POEM I researched the garden of Gethsemane, and all the flowers save for the Easter Lily could very well have grown there on the night before the crucifixion. The Easter Lily is NOT mentioned in scripture (though lilies are mentioned often throughout the bible). This poem is written with the intent to honor our Lamb, and not as an accurate representation of Christ’s anguished hours. This is mixed sonnet. It has an Italian octave and a Sicilian sestet.

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Unknown Innocence

Ecclesiastes 3:1 [King James Version of the Bible]
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the 

Prayer makes man human for in our innocence, we pray.
Knowing, that we're limited in sincerity; we seek.
Palm to palm, oft on our knees, childless, we of clay convey
the hope for healthy children to the Universe, we speak.

Our pairings blessed, our off-springs bloom, each yin seeks a yang.
Coupled moving forward walking hand and hand, yang calls to yin.
All we've known is but a part, a grain, falling from His hand; 
adult children pray oft on their knees since, we are akin.

Around and round the cycle rolls in Universes untold
whether the parts know or seek the whole, still they grow, and go.
Yet, only the sentient pray and dream, eyes half open, behold
the Eternal wonder of creation, yet ... who knows, who knows?

Does the quark pray for a quark, does the sun pray for decay
does the Universe seek black holes? Who can say, who can say?

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The cityscape flowed into a winding trail

that took me into the green heart of the park

and I shrugged off a mindset overly stale,

as light teased a creek that stowed waters dark.

Weak, I found a seat, low and ergonomic,

a stump that offered me one hundred rings,

so I sat and listened to sisters reed and willow

touched by the teachings their humility brings.

Others walked by, most plugged into iPods 

They never noticed the blue heron that stood

deep in holy shadows painted by our God

now cast aside for wireless serpents. Woods

shrink as new iDols sow unoriginal sins,

Technology’s church grows just east of Eden.

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Wounds That Won't Heal

There are some wounds that will not heal because
the arrow was at close range _driven deep.
There is not need for antiseptic and gauze
for permanent is damage that still weeps.

These wounds that will go to eternal sleep
where my Savior will say, "I understand".
He'll cleanse and bind_healing forever, keep
roots of hurt that he'll remove with nail scared hand.

How I would like for them to now be gone.
Emotions of delight from their release.
But while on earth pain like a dry pinecone
constant in my emotions and heart unease.

Someday he will wipe away all those tears
New found peace and no more tormenting fears..

Count is off on some lines...Pardonner s'il vous plai't

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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.

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An Abundant Life Pill

This pill will offer more abundant life
Just take it by inviting the Spirit in
The Spirit pill frees you from life of strife
A pill like this frees one a new life begin

The Spirit will guide one upon straight pathway
The pathway can be narrow, rocky_steep
The many blessings that flow on this highway
A Spirit pill guide takes the soul deep_deep

Deep into the soul searches, ridding dearth
Filliing the hollows with His Living Word
A human learning of his unique worth
This pill of life offers the best; its preferred

This Spirit pill offers abundant life
Swallow it to live life free of strife  

Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest:Pill Of Life
Written: February 12, 2013

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The Devil Deceived Me

A dreadful memory upon life’s sea
Returns to the days when life was carefree.
A spiritual youth faced the world alone.
Distracted by life and its sinful groan.

I thought that my Savior was by my side.
Whispers from Satan deceived my abide.
There is no God; it is a ruler’s toy.
To make men subservient was the ploy.

Scientists discovered we came from apes.
Questioning God, I ate bananas, grapes.
The devil deceived me with many lies.
Despite my souls whisper and needed cries.

I turned away from God for a short time.
When wisdom returned, life became sublime.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
October 26, 2010

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'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
                                    -T.S. Eliot

Swallows flit and dart, the glow of evening
   settles o'er the fields, the day is fading;
sunset gilds the sky with glorious luster,
   vibrant reds and golds, and softer shading.
Lamps are lit, the countryside is flickering
   in candlelight, the cows are coming home;
peacefulness descends in waves of twilight,
   the animals are safe, no need to roam.
Horses tethered to their posts are waiting
   for the exertions of the day ahead;
farmers partake, extinguish their candles
   to darkness, and then take themselves to bed
      to pray for courage to endure their toil,
      for days they spend in harness to the soil.

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Sonnet I : Ink and nothing else

Freedom differs on how each men define it,
like the love of autumn or cold of winter.
Vast it may be but meaning is implicit,
so vast that no soul can ever hinder.

I define liberty as a pen and paper.
Mere it is , but my understanding is sure.
What is simple for you, to me strikes deeper.
Thin a  paper be , but it lasts to endure. 

The glory of ink is immeasurable,
for a tender soul of mine to comprehend.
Though age  has  numbers, I am an example,
of a generation's hope for we to ascend.

May the world be courageous to project art.
Like this sonnet , this is where I start.

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I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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Grow Not Too Tall

Grow not too tall nor so far away son
Plant not your tendrils deep in new ground
Thinking newness your past can now outrun
Stay in touch let your heart remain homebound

Tree too tall without deep roots falls subject
to any strong wind, let those roots remain
Planted in truth grow toward right_connect
With justice, let love's seeds grow don't constrain

Reach up to touch shining stars capture love
Reel it in let love flow through you to all
Love is key_even though at times unheard of
Remember God's Word don't be like King Saul

Don't grow to proud, high, mighty, arrogant.
Intellect_ learning _start to mightily flaunt 

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Star Struck

Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.

Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.

He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.

And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space. 

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Sweetly Fragrant

Sitting under the pale pink running rose
At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day
Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose
For my love who lives in heaven's  way

To me He's like a honeysuckle vine
Blooming in the month of May
Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines
He's like the gold of mountains that's refine

To me He's like the babbling brook
Sweetly singing in tune
For everything in heaven He forsook
Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon

Words cannot describe my love for Him
But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm

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I am Jacob

Not now the Egypt of my death for I
Have not seen my Bethel yet, nor have I
The coat of many colors made, let me meet
First the soft Rachel of my enslaved years
My heart for her cannot yield to defeat
No Esau can assault my love with fears
Bend me only fore the God of the sky
Bow me to meet his boundless sovereign eye.

Then I shall rise my new name a crown for kings
And bring that boy to bulwark mortal joy
In this Canaan, hear now my Rachel sings
Fox wit and grace, and love without alloy
I am Jacob, heir to the promise of God
Not yet to Egypt desolate I trod.
Look now this sky, more blue than all I know
Taste this water, how calm the rivers go
Feel now this peace, the angels singing slow
And yet all these hours like a prison seem
Like solid bars around my silent dream.
It is not for heaven yet I toil today
My treasures I lay in love, and toil still
Till my bright Rachel heeds and come away,
Only my longing shackles here my will.

How then met I her  soft moon's loveliness
First amidst the thirsty creatures, I am
Jacob, I see His will, his plan to bless
If I be steadfast, and trust in the Lamb   
I am Jacob, let me yearn, time's tame bars
Shall not my spirit's wings detain. Let toil
Not think it's too hard for me, I keep stars
In my loins to light my hope. Dreams recoil
Where love pushes me; my Rachel will be
Mine. This prison then of Laban's folly
Shall not crush my faith, in chains, yet I'm free
For grace my ransom paid. You may tally
Time in seconds brief, my God tallies it
In years. I am Jacob, soar my spirit
Now away, on angels ladder let me stay
Till Rachel brings anew my autumn day
For I shall claim atonement's jubilee
When her arms are wrapped tightly around me.
Come now, my Rachel, give me jar and string
Let me from the deep well draw, let me bring
Cool as praise the water up, I'm Jacob
Sit here awhile, and with your servant sup.
Fairer art thou than Esau's riches now
Better than Isaac's legacy that I stole
For you the labor of my life I vow
More precious than Laban's cattle or gold.
How beautiful thy face, thy dove's eyes shine
Brimming my darkness with sweet stars and moon
Surely you are that bride, that gift divine
You are my soul's Eden abloom in June
Come now, Rachel, give Jacob jar and string
I claim you a kingdom for God my king.

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Jew #20

This morning on my knees again, I lift
You up in prayer, love. Beg God his care
For you, to make the laboring day swift
Balm your weary flesh, and deny your fear
I told him bathe you in the fount of youth
Clothe you with the silk of grace, and make it
In purple color, jewel you with truth
And bring you to my heart, resplendent lit.

Queen of my soul, fair bride of all my dreams
I can but in prayer near you be found
Prayer makes small the world though large it seems
God omnipresent make heaven like ground
And love across the gulf of distant miles
Embrace our two hearts in kisses and smiles.
Have you read your text again as I plead
Did you parse it line by line, drank its faith
And yield renewed with every verse you read
Saw that agate sweeter than opiate
Upon the tongue, the promise spoken there
And shall you soon enlarge your tent's domain
Castling your dreams and dancing on your care
The Bible is God's truth, never treat it vain.

It says from the beginning a man was made
For you, and that I must not be alone
From you, nor sundered by human charade
From the flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
In its pages I see our sure happiness
The success of our dream, your loveliness.
"Who can find a virtuous woman," Lord,
Is this a question to me? I found
The only one, a diamond, rough and hard
Abused by others, and oft tossed around
The fools never knew her worth, but you gave
Me eyesalve, shone your light and let me see
The splendor uncut, her light's purest wave
The inner sparkle of the heart - the sea
Of crystals tender for love's symphony
Let them seek now in vain to answer thee

I have joy, no price can match in value
Nor worth exceed, for her, Lord, I thank you
Beautiful flowers come from common seed
The brightest rose was once a seeming weed.

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You Are My Mary

Go cast your stones if you will, and tell me
Your innocence is more just than her cause
Or read me in sand, flee her victory
Where you link the chain of demonic laws
For she a slave of your intent consent none
To this, but hostage of your will and greed
Whipped by necessity to a blind sun
She paid your pound of flesh, and virtues bleed
For better judgment where I intercede
Her sovereign love my sure kingdom's seed.

She rose seven times, for just here she fell
Her hair to wipe my grief, my pain urging hell
Upon her hectic heart, her tears my balm:
Her love mauled, frames the cross fore me in calm
You are my Mary, ever so I deem
My ardent alabaster memory
The brimming balm of my bright healing stream
The paradox of love and history
Let no paltry scholar your virtue stain
Nor prelate assault your virtue's domain
For love cancels a thousand faults more
Than sins that litter mercy's teeming shore
I will cover you when raw winds blow cold
I'll be your shade from the blaze of noon
And love you best of earth's sweet jealous fold
You are my sovereign of stars or moon
O Mary, don't you weep, don't you cry, behold
My heart, I lay me down your street of gold.
No woman so deserves my heart like you
No sinner more my love makes once more new
No blemish, spot, or taint of wrong in you
No love for me more constant and more true
O Magdala, Magdala, no wise men
Gift as sweet, or to their purpose remain
As your sweet honor, vilified and rend
Did ever assuage the loom of my pain.

I love you till there shall be no more sea
I love you till mountains are fled and gone
I love you till time turns to eternity
I love you through the everlasting dawn
O Mary, let me wipe away all tears
From your eyes, give me the cross of your cares.
One day before we build another house
Or plant a vineyard new, to the garden
Come, here with me, and be my ransomed spouse
And jasmines plant in love's sweet heaven
And hibiscus for the honey I'll drink
Like a hummingbird at your sacred tongue
One day love, ere the stars forever sink
And angels ascend the breathless rung
We will smell the jasmines blooming, and kiss
Upon the scented air, we will embrace
Our drowsed dreams within the wakening mist 
And laugh like children in love's fragrant place
One day love, the time of separation
Will past, then Mary, our celebration!    

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(A Shakespearean Sonnet)*

The brothers lie beneath a bloodied earth
with thousands more to join them there;
the mighty ark of God is stripped of worth,
and lies in hands of hostile men of war.

As Eli's priestly house is crumbled down;
his heart is crushed, his sons he cannot mourn.
he sinks from stature, prophet of renown,
I've loved him from my youth; my soul is torn.

Yet I must judge this sinful people well,
in sorrow low they seek the Father's voice
and I must quell the fear which seems to swell
a prophet's tongue is now their one true choice.

An oath will stand, that not one word shall fall
into this cruel land, without God's call.

*I Samuel, Chapters 1 through 7

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The Spirit Within

The Spirit in me meets the same Spirit in you 
saluting the divine in you 
saluting the Light of God in you. 
bringing together my body and soul, 
focusing my divine potential, 
bowing to the same potential within you. 
bowing to the divine in you. 
recognizing that within each of us is 
a place where Divinity dwells, 
when we are in that place, we are One.

Peter  LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. LeBuhn

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Aphrodite Night

Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

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Greater Art Thou!

"Poetry is a way of 
               taking life by the throat."


Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.

Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.

Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:

Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved

Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Jan 2009.
Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


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A Grandmother's Prayer

I'll pray you strength, to face each coming day
when things aren't going as right as they could,
to tear down walls, when walls get in the way
of knowing life is going as it should;

I'll pray you light, so your dear heart can see
all through your life, your journey's not alone,
and so the night's not dark as it could be
in troubled times, as every life has known;

I'll pray you love, so love will take your hand,
so you can feel love is the plan for you,
and when it's done, your heart will understand
just what it means to love one, as I do.

I'll pray you have the wisdom God can give
and all His love, as long as you shall live.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Falling Leaves

I revel in the falling leaves
their fluttering flight to ground
I listen to the falling leaves
hear their pitter-patter sound.

Oh see, the ruby red, the pale gold,
the omnipresent sable brown.
Look, see the shivering birch let loose...
add their colors all around.

What glory's found, as form takes flight
each transformed, re-formed, astounds,
May we detach with such serene grace
when our earthly life's unbound.

Oh, listen to the falling leaves
see them rest, upon the breast of ground.

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The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism

Written 09172012

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Why did You leave me here, all alone?
You left me for the unknown.
I pray to You, o God my King
I pray to You for a small thing.

You see my heart weeping in tears,
You see my pain and sorrow.
I pray to You o God my King 
I pray, for better tomorrow.

I look for You up in the sky, o God
try to find Your reflection.
I pray so hard from all my heart
asking, for Your affection.

I’m asking You for happines my Lord.
Oh please, please hear my prayer.
I’ll share my love with all the world
I promise, I will share.

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Sweet hopes

My sweet hopes toddle in thy world of fair love,
While full of dull pride still l creep in existence, 
Naked bland youth dwells vainly where I dissolve
With ruined tragic will of bare dreamy innocence.
Charmed was I with my bliss in thy presence,
And my senses emptied my chest of chilly pain,
And the aches in my heart during thy absence,                                 
And cowards in me pertained to my sceptic strain,           
In the circle of bitterness of my life in despair,    
 My heart, I found hovering where once I lost, 
As fair as when first blossomed in gracy care,
With promising love resting with a noble host,
      So time of evil still aligns barren lines and sings,
     My soul with thy love shall have light feet and wings

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Destiny's Perch

In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.

In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from. 

Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.

Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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Let it be

Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.

Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.

Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.

Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.

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Infinity and beyond

Deserve the world my child,my son
If I could give, with heart I'd run
Pray instead, I must for you
Placed many tools to get you through
Life ahead unknown my son

So much I wish, your dreams ignite
Strive for all, please shine that light
Become the man I know you'll be 
But please for you and not just me
Dig deep inside with every might

Strive for all thats due, you'll see
Deserving much from world, not me
Kindness, compassion, intelligence too
Owning these gifts, build confidence in you
By example, trust, live life for thee

Accept these words I give from me
My child, a man will come to be

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Thou art proud by heritage of thy birth,
Close to heaven and above low earth,
Thou thrive wisely, a graceful wallflower,
A perennial beauty on ancient high tower,
Persuasive bleeding heart of inimitable feat,
Avoiding by thy nature the blind tyrant feet,
Patiently watching in silence of sweet scent,
That ruefully whiffs above my transient bent;
And confidently whispers to my broken shade,
Where with thy poor siblings, in sorrow, I fade,
A body of love wreath without height or weight.  
Thus awareness of some species come bitterly late,
When destination of these are decided by hate
Before birth, condemned to be perished on earth,
Even though, thou fill my sighs with hopeful breath,
 I scarcely can hereafter rise to celebrate thy strength.

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To Live in Heaven

The two kinds of sins are Original and Actual Sins
Original Sin is what we inherit our first parents, Mama Eve, Papa Adam
We are brought into the world with guilt on our soul
Original Sin was transmitted by natural generation to all his descendants
We are cleansed only through Baptism
The other kind is Actual sin
Actual sin is any willful thought, desire, word action or omission forbidden by the law of Eternal God
Chief sources of actual sin are Pride, Covetousness, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Avarice, Sloth or Laziness
Actual sin or Daily Sin
We are cleansed only by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, Confession or Penance
We must first have the 3 initial sacraments
The 3 sacraments are Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist
Before the other 4 sacraments
To live in heaven with our Lord


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Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!

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Who pays this roaring mass?
Which pretends it has nothing to do with me?
Yet keeps pulling its antenna, 
To watch what I do?
Who pays these seat feelers?
To gawk at me 
Even when I am yawning?
Who pays this swam

To creep into my bolts
And unlock the secrets 
Of My private business 
Who pays us?
 For I have been possessed by their intrigue
I find myself doing what they do
Yet I am not paid at all
I am going on strike

This boss has to pay me
Because I am becoming a workaholic 
yet earning Revenge 

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A Flow of Serenity

The Atlantic Ocean’s tide is ever flowing
   I listen to it in my cottage by the sea
And at night so peacefully I sleep just knowing
   I’ll hear it in the morning; it’s a guarantee

Few things in this life can be taken for granted
   Perhaps only faith and nature’s constancy
But the sound of the sea is somewhat enchanted
   Always offering a sense of serenity

I’ve chosen to dwell here for the rest of my days
   It allows me to cast all my worries aside
There’s a hope in my heart these tides forever raise
   A joy that erases every tear I have cried

The sea speaks of a power beyond that of man
A reminder that all things are part of God's plan

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Valentine's need apply

I gave up on you years ago
Felt love in my life had to go
Felt free and strong without care
Never needing wanting another there

Life has changed so much since then
Looking inside I take to pen
Wonder have I grown up yet
To include something more than a pet

Another February comes to be
Alone again hello, just me 
Valentine's day it comes and goes
Will I again receive a rosé? 

Will this be the year I'm ready to see
If someone can share their life with me?

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Paragon of Virtue

His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
That, for us to see, to paragraph
it in life, so our souls, be received. 

But what’s faith does to my biograph
that my blooming illusions believed?
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!

Faith is like snowflake, a calligraph,
on fingertips of my thoughts that give
a paragon of virtue to live,
a subjective plot upon a graph;
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!

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The Core

Finger-painted masterpieces fasten to my chambers.
A heart, unplugged, pumping creation; born of mother,
my miracle formed by faith, wisdom of labor
and sweat passed from woman to woman. I shudder
in remembrance of my own birth, meditating
on the forgotten, peeling back youth with eyes
wet with waves crashing; I hear voices reverberating 
praise in a womb of darkness bringing forth cries
of life. All journeys have led me down a broken path
to home where my heart sticks to peanut butter
and jelly smiles. I build a nest of green and rest on the Sabbath;
I wear my scars like singed moth wings hoping to again flutter.
Always seeking the proverbial flame, I burn in want of more,
more of you, spinning into breath of life - my resilience, the core.  

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Moments upon the loom of time woven
Eternally imprinted 'pon the print
Memories cling, never spent, now frozen
Operate the loom, change design's intent

Reverse the hands of time memories change
Invert the negative read love's design
Everlasting His perfect will's plan 
Slipped, falling into sin man was resigned

Offer life up as a living sacrifice
Follow Him away from sins' tangling lure 
Let love reign over heart, flee avarice
Oarsman of my craft let me in thee moor

Values of this life now become peace, love
Eternally woven threads draw close my Dove


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Little pup at my paternal uncle's house,
Moved from his mother's lap and chose mine,
Pure black, on forehead a white stripe,
Tears of love in his eyes, that I did wipe ,

Reached my home and added onto family,
Dear he soon became, grew up hastily,
Faithful, wagging his tail in affection,
Clever and alert, wit in perfection,

A burglar's alarm, awake at nights,
Sweet morning walks and evening fights,
Winters, summers, autumn, rains and fog,
With every season bloomed, Bruzo my dear dog !

Language of love unsaid, yet perfectly understood,
Pets are the best friends beyond any brotherhood !

Rewritten on 11/27/14 for Shadow Hamilton's 'Pets' contest
Revised version of my original poem 'Bruzo my dog'

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Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
Tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears,

as if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet

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From My Kitchen Window

From my kitchen window, one single rose
red in color, bud opening, soft scent.
In distance golden leaves for picture pose,
adjust shutter snap capture heart's intent.

Heart's intent on beauty of God's creation;
not on pleasing three men with my cooking.
Although I serve them as the Galilean,
who came to serve, not to be served as King.

Long in heart to escape into nature,
feeling gentle breeze upon ancient face.
Fall's colors, cool dry air is the real lure.
These from my depressed being those blues chase.

Meals prepared while heart does looking outside.
Spirit lifted above, high thoughts reside..

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Be not forgotten faith that bids me stay
When darkened hours come bringing heavy rain
Flood waters ominous rising delays 
Foreboding storm cease or I'll go insane
In selfish pity I could lose my way
Controlled by circumstance not dreams I've prayed
Be not caught up in struggles of this day
And miss the joy and passion of plans laid
Rise my soul hear the whisper of His voice
He'll calm the storm and waters will recede
You'll cross dry land so let your heart rejoice
You had faith to stand and now to proceed 
So stay the course your treasured promise land 
Find your child your awesome little man

*This is a poem about seeking (hunting) and reclaiming a childlike faith to believe!

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After The Storm

There is a stillness after the raging 
storm, a quiet only disturbed by birds'
songs; so many joyful sounds now heard
the coos, caws, and chirping none lagging
Solid clouds still amassed, no zigzagging
from lightning flash, just gentle Hummingbirds' 
songs heard and windchimes' music undergird
Is the Master a different scene staging ?

Yes, His plans will soon be in motion set.
This planet is facing changes unseen 
before; the angels very soon will  no
more hold the wind's destructive force_ and yet
Will He soon to earth come His own to glean?
His own He'll claim I know; then winds let go  

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Set Me Free

Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.

Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.

Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.

Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich

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Have Faith

We're all going through things in our lives,
It's up to you whether you survive,
Don't give up continue to strive,
Have faith and your blessings will arrive.
Too many people forget to pray,
Well I'm here to guide you the way,
To give you the confidence to obey,
God's will to the golden gateway.
Pray to God he will answer your prayer,
When things start falling together you will be aware,
That hope isn't lost that he's always been there,
To change the life you once lived in despair.
God is creation of all man, animal, and tree,
This your chance to start and believe,
That's his love is the greatest love you'll ever receive,
Because he sent his son to die on the cross so we could live eternally.

December 16, 2013
~The One and Only~

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''Why must we suffer hardships and disease''

"Why must we suffer hardships and disease?"
we often wonder. Pain, adversity,
war, famine, death...our philosophy
cannot put the questions to rest or ease.
Depression, mania, infirmities
of the mind,--subjects of psychology
that are all causes of man's great misery...
the most tragic end of these maladies
is death by self. But we're not without hope
or God's compassion; today we can go
on with meds and care: we learn to cope;
it's easy to lose faith when we are low
and in despair, but we are in God's scope
right now...this believe in and always know.

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Almighty - Shower your love and bless us

 This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster 
 wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!! 

 Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature..
 Everything was alright, everything was fine..
 But what made you do this????
 That you astringently affected the Life of Divine..
 Why you had lend with with no mercy..
 You showered your gift in terms of cursy..
 Drenching tears of the exciting people..
 Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple..
 How much it is aching to there pity family..
 Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually..
 Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope..
 Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope..
 Mankind struggling for their last breathe..
 Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe..

 Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!!

By Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

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Ode to Luna

The moon shines bright when human beings sleep
And fairies sprinkle moon dust on the earth
They try to cease the mournful ones who weep
They charm, enchant, entice those ones to mirth

Before the evening star gives up her throne
And blue moons disappear from the night sky
We only watch and have to wait alone
Until the grandiose sun shall arise

But I prefer the nighttime dim and dark
For Luna works her magic charms on me
I sit and watch the pigeons in the park
Before the sunlight strikes a mark on me

I pray for those lost souls who are afraid
Please, Luna, give them what they need and aid.

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Tears of a Little girl

Tears of a little girl
that's so young, that's in her childhood, 
make a golden well, make a golden well,
but she doesn't realize
her tears sing a song so beautiful.
They sing a song of treasure,
they sing a song so wonderful,
they sing to worship God,
but she doesn't realize
she has a gift to sing.
She mustn't sing for anything
she must sing for the King,
but she doesn't realize,
she can sing so goldenly, (so as a golden well)

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Blesséd cheek worships Holy cheek, the Son
is adored with a tender touch, a gentle gaze,

the Madonna, as all mothers, left undone

by life's greatest gift, every sacred phase. 

How soft His suckle, how hallowed His cries,

those first words astounded, lightened her heart,

within His warm eyes she watched the sun rise,

though stars sang sad lullabies, Heaven’s concert. 

Soon, too soon, will come tremendous sorrow

for the Lamb that she swaddled will one day bleed,

but Jesus just smiles, says, Fear not tomorrow,

Love will provide all the courage we need.

Mary, raised by her own, forever awed

that her arms had once rocked the Grace of God.

*A contemporary "toned" sonnet. Contemporary sonnets do not necessarily use meter, make free use of enjambment and slant rhyme and the syllable count is loose. Most contemporary sonneteers give a fair nod to their predecessors, as they write sonnets because they love the original form, but enjoy modern influences, a freer format and the ability to shake up the status quo. 

This sonnet is inspired by the works of Sofonisba Anguissola, a renaissance painter known for her stunning portraits and her depictions of a loving Madonna. 

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Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?

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Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course 
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.

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Angel Seeds

Angel Seeds

She salvages a broken, fertile land
with seeds to plant undoing the disease.
A grim reminder man in harmful stand
of idol, money market’s greedy wheeze.
She spins the future opening the gate,
too long stood closed, cause hinges creak with rust.
An angel song as gift to soothe the way
with guiding hands. The gentleness breeds trust.
Forgiveness holds the key to angel’s might.
It’s tuned to create joy with loving care
as tender roots are fed by Father’s light
and words enriching soul for heaven’s stair.
Now hope returns with rainbow colored days
and gentle cleansing rains…God’s loving stays.

Janet L Vick
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Sonnet of a Lover and Sinner

What a grave sin, what abomination—a lover
Loving a man of his choice, astray, following heart’s desire.
Pray tell, whom have I wronged and what prayer
Is there to purge this unholy burning fire?

The Most Merciful and Forgiving
Truly You are. But for all I know, no devil
Writes such sweet songs, so divine and of love, to sing
And no virtuous prophet, untouched by Gabriel,

Could fully decipher what Your will is.
So let me believe this love is pure
To the day when Israfel fulfils his
Heavenly duty. And all will see for sure:

Us, entering Your radiant celestial garden;
For even Azrael understands love is God-given.

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As I can bounce a thought from off the moon,
while you are looking, when I know it's you
perhaps you'll sing along, less out of tune;
Sureal, the moon will do what it can do.

All mystic from the past; each witch's spell;
each wizard's charge of magic--candlelight;
some power of one's love; each tolling bell;
rains down from melting pots of lucid night.

And when the moon is full, and in its prowl
escaping where it's been so it can fly,
deep in the forest dark, the wolfmen howl,
and I look for this love to never die.

        On one such moment, like we've never known
         Reality sets in, you've been alone.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Some day we will hear the angel's voices,
singing from heaven
and the love of God will light up
this old world here below;
some day we will see a light from Heaven,
shining from Heaven,
and the love of God 
will light this world we know.

On the day when Jesus comes again,
we'll all look up to Heaven.
He'll be there in His glory
on the day He comes again.
On the day when Jesus comes again
we'll all look up to see Him!
On the day when Jesus comes again!

All the world will stop!
And look to Heaven
when they hear the angels singing!
All the world will stop!
And see the saviour
standing in the light of God!
All the world will stop!
and we'll see Jesus
and the glory He'll be bringing!
Then you're gonna hear the whole world singing!
Then you're gonna hear the whole world singing!
Hallelujah! It's Jesus!
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Rustling maples break vows of silence,
naturally. As pleased, spears of hyacinth  
worship breezes with such soft reverence
that we give pause in this living labyrinth. 

Nothing here is still; wood thrush reverb
good news and cicadas buzz testimonials.
Nearby, a creek mumbles, Word-Word
while squirrels glorify their bounty. All

is abuzz with joy, save for the shade
under a weathered cross; it’s emptiness
resurrects veneration. A butterfly wades
the sudden hush, lands on your hand, nests.

My friend, you lift it to wood, sympathizing 
on bent knee, speechlessly evangelizing. 

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Oh mum don't kill me

oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my 
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty 
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural 
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading 

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Some Advice in This Sonnet

Some Advice in This Sonnet

A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.

Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.

Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.

Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya

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Child of Love

Alive in hearts you served so well
Far b’yond the call; b’yond oceans’ swell
Come rain or shine you were always there
For family, friends and strangers cared

Child of love; reflecting pool
Mirror of your parents; God’s building tool
Foundation most solid, you withstood the gales
And mocking waves, arose, only to fail

You heard His call; you ran the race
Bathe in joy exquisite as you see his face!
God of Salvation, God of love
Who called you to Himself; your home above

Forever, you’ll be to your family left behind
Flesh of our flesh and of God’s Spirit, divine
RIP: Winifred Elizabeth Beryl Carey

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To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.

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Kiss This

<                              master of disguise menacing havoc
                                I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
                                but one illuminates from presents sight
                                tis I carries master key whom ends plight

                               brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
                               for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss 
                               poke and probe away with your woven schemes
                               tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems 

                               your inferno fire from gates of hell
                               diminished by just one shake from this bell
                               so bring on your barriers and good grief's
                               tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep 

                               sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
                               but turning check telling to kiss thy ass

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Sonnets Only Contest
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Honor Befalls Me

A squad of cavalries turns up at first
their flag flutters at every angle
proud and their poor fate stubbornly reversed
the youngest one of them blows the bugle

Next, day strips itself of night, boisterous
the survivors step over the fallen
to the summit, wounded but victorious
the bravest one sags all of a sudden

That happens and will do, when justice is sliced
it was worth it and it will since God pleads
It's a cause for which our lives are sacrificed
as blooded swords are put back into sheaths

Honor befalls me, who made it public
in a lonely sonnet, epic and lyric

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Love for Living

A man tried to control his wife then he failed.
he tried to control his children then he failed.
he struggles the entire life to find an easy solution,
the problem is lingering on he has a better tuition.
he never tried to control himself that's why he failed.
always stuck in traffic, blames to a finder and derailed,
doesn't believe to check weather forecaster and sailed,
he runs everywhere in all directions to become a boss,
always seeks benefit, doesn't like to hear about loss.
Tempered to walk in snow, heat, rain or hail, he nailed.
he wants to grow, money jokes others, nature is funny.
he finds beauty, love gifts and counts a penny.
reached at home, behaves as wife is for his clean.
Blames children 'spendthrift' smoke and drink is a routine.

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Love Touches Gently

Love is like a butterfly,
Gently it touches on lives.
Just a tiny flutter; lifts high.
In awe we stand, watch strive.

Just a glance of kindness see, 
Restores a right spirit friend
More like a butterfly be,
As patiently he faces the wind.

Aspects of love through butterfly's 
Courageous flight; as suffers
Loveless blooms whose nectar snuffly
But found high and dry though bolsters

The butterfly's example be kind
Gently touch on all mankind.

Contest: Give Me Your Best Shot
Sponsor: John Freeman

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A White Candle

The warped side of the Moon shall fall to 
the ground.
I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond 
your reality.
Most will be wearing garments of 
untapped mortality.
Some of you’ll hear trumpets that are loud 
and sound.
More of you will be an embedded trap tied 
and bound.
You best remain in your God given Graced 
It will be a life or death to hold on to that 
pure vitality.
And for God’s sake don’t partake in the 
lost and found.
It is easy to lose your way through the 
Nothing is ever what it seems unless you 
make it.
So join within yourself become one big 
And make sure you have a white candle 
always lit.
Never lose the light of a white candle as 
the dark side of the Moon falls.
For the light of your white candle is right 
behind darkness and enthralls.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.

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Show me the Way

Well it is like this you see,
I’m against odds they say,
It is in stone or it is in clay.
I fly away to set it all free.

Time does not exist to me.
Money has no cost to pay.
Love is a game folk’s play.
Life is a gift do you agree?

Shooting Stars always fall,
I wish I wish all of it for you.
Wishing on a Star l did call.
I wish blue skies just for you.

But time told this and time told that.
Show me the way with no tit for tat.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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I grown up in her strong arms,
she protected me with her charms,
I never seen change in all weathers,
she cuddled me in her feathers,
and faced with confident my harms.
I never noticed time when I reach at home,
She opens the door why it not comes to my dome,
I disturbed her and never signed her warms.
She is my mum I walk with this pride, 
she also has right why do I hide terms?
I forgot her to dispatch a bunch of flower,
I were busy to construct my life tower.
She cooked, cleaned and walked for hope,
I love my taste she builds my future top.

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May Day

May 31, 2010

May Day! 

I sprout with a surprise springing forth from me today.
Birds sing such a magnificent most pleasurable praise.
I want to be the one He promised soon He would raise.
I will be celebrated all by myself on that God-given day.
I will stand in His Gracious Glory at His appointed Say.
Yesterday will be but a blurring faded haze, life a craze.
He sets my soul on fire and sets my spirit off in a blaze.
I bet I will buzz like a bee zipping by you each May Day!
It is all in a day just for me to say.
Ta! Da! I’d bet you did not realize!
May Day! May Day! I say let’s play!
Walla! I say May Day’s materialize!

Waiting every May Day is loads of fun,
Unbelievably, May Day is never done!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


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Transported Above

A crisp frozen winter morn so sunny bright
Even with body aching agony groan
Too cold for outside play gathering pine cone
Th distant hills and close valley in sight

Yapping of coyote sometimes is a fright
Ice on the brown dead grass in the sun shown
Cawing of the crows as they escape in flight
With a morn like this spirit shouldn't be down

When my sadden heart flows_ down on knees
In earnest prayer_all my problems flown
Just to be able this unburdened moment freeze
To live life with all the burdens totally thrown

Dream of heavenly city not this little town
And of day when transported above trees

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Let me strip you from the morning dew,
It is spring: listen to the raising melody
in the garden, the daffodils bloom anew:
let me take your tears under my custody.
Down, a river runs between twin hills,
The wind tries to contest the water pace,
Howling and spinning blades of windmills:
as my fingertips drop down by your face.
Do not weep if you discover me dead,
Touch my cold lips: make our breath one,
on my gravestone, last words you read.
Join by my side on this grave: love is gone
to navigate on the stead water stream,
a man cannot dream twice the same dream.

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I have had many frightening visions
of demons pulling me down into the infernal abyss:
to burn and torment my bound and shivering body...
as Dante envisioned it in his Divine Comedy.

Ah, Popes, Presidents, Kings, enemies and friends made no apologies...
they were glad to see me join them in their cell!
I accursed them even in that place called," Hell ."
And that gave me an opportunity to write many appropriate analogies.

" My flesh will burn, not my spirit! " I desperately hollered.
" This is not a place where I should pay for my earthly sins!"
" Eternal fire and condemnation are wrong!" I protested.
" God loves everyone, and He only demands repentance!"

Finally, that dreadful vision ended at the coming of the sunrise,
I found myself on Earth witnessing the wonders of Paradise!

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Wayward Bound

Grouped by four and there is even more.
Grouped by three and then none believe.
It is a mad world and many are deceived.
They don’t care so many I will deplore.
Many just go around making my heart sore.
But they don’t care because there so naïve.
I have given them many thoughts to conceive.
But they don’t care so I’ll just shut the door.
I’ll just throw up my hands,
And I’ll just be said and done.
I’ll just throw it to the sands.
I’ll lie down under the Sun.
I’ll just have to make a lost and found,
Because all of them are wayward bound!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws

                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry

                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney

                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today

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Divine intervention

I need a saint to cure my pains
Bring me back to youthful claims
Someone whose devoted their life
Lived through pain, loss or strife

One who understands my woes
Can relate to me, is not my foe
Has lived and lost and forged ahead
Never gave up and laid in bed

Experienced the darkness and the shame
When the body has faults there is no blame
We're no longer super human,untouched 
When the body gives, little things are a must

Fighting thru pain knowing someone that's shared
Makes it much easier, without judgement or stares.

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Deep Within

Window panes rattle with les vents d'hiver
Through the loose shutters puffs of cold dry air
In the well-worn Batise gown she shivers
Suffers without comforts_cabinets bare

In the heat of summer, life much the same_
Lack of human compassion; emotions
In despair, seek the Living amongst the lame-  
hearted, jot down feelings in devotions

Deep within the Spirit speaks, " I will not
leave thee or forsake thee, only good things
I have planned for thee so don't be distraught."
Deep in my heart, my spirit sprouts wings

Window panes rattle with les vents d'hiver
I am in touch with the One Life giver

les vents d'hiver(French) winter wind
I bought a shirt with that written on it..
I hope that is the correct interpertation
Sponsor: Giorgio V
Contest: Surprise Me
Written July 22, 2013

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Kamikaze Khristmas

I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game

Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here

I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex

Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back

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Clearing The Path

Clearing The Path

Thoughts keep running across the  mind
In search of answers hard to find
On a journey down here below
Just don’t know which way I should go

At the crossroads now marking time
A brand new mountain I must climb
Flexing my muscles can’t you see
Step by step I will walk with thee

Day by day you will be my guide
Holding tight so my feet won’t slide
By your grace I will run this race
Praises I’ll give in each new place

Thanking you for victories won
You are the one I can count on
Thank you God for being my source
Please heal the heart leave no remorse

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Fire Love

This love is burning fire,
A heart, a soul in endless desire,
In you a way that takes me higher,
As time in eternity,
Love in you brings clarity,
And I walk in your heart with flames,
Given in blood to makes us same,
Now fire is the name.

We feel the Word flow,
In us the truth we know,
The Son of God we follow.
And through Him the world we see,
So we speak a prophecy,
Fire love is now a reality.

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God said, all you angels will now bow down In reverence to my most choicely deed. Man is of my image; gather around, Bestow on him your praise. Who’d take the lead? Not I said Lucifer. I shall not bow To one subordinate and made of clay. I am of fire with high esteem, and thou Are now charging me? I will not obey. I bid you again, do this for me. I love you dearly but you must abide My wishes. Adam’s of me I decree. Thou are obsessed with your pretentious pride Thy arrogance and haughtiness compels Me to cast thee from heaven into Hell.

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A Small Still Voice

Through this tempest dark I hear
That small still voice of love
Which fills me now with cheer
And faith in the One above.
Oh dreadful storm approaching
Hurling downward spears of fright
Your thunderous encroaching
Is bereft now of its might!
What horrors now instill thee
Seeking hearts to destitute?
Why bid you to harass me
And my peace to prosecute?
   For naught bids as highly priced
   As God's promise kept in Christ.

                                    Timothy I Brumley

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Shining in Glory

No Doubt I win it to call it just as if I know it to be.
I will slip covers over the clouds flying up so high.
Then I will tweet it knead it and mark it a red sign.
No Doubt! X marks my spot as a variable alike me.

No Doubt that my eyes always are looking to see.
I will shush the oceans roar with my rollbacks I tie. 
Then thumbs up to high fiving the Stars  in my sky.
No Doubt I am living it and loving it prancing it free.

Sometimes I think of you,
Missed yet hit deep down.
Will I be the same as true?
Will my shadow be around?

Misplaced or rooted well no doubt I will be fit.
Shining in Glory shall be it to those who see it.

(R) Registered: Ann Rich  2011


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A Debate of Conscience

Angel on my right shoulder battles devil on my left
Ever guiding my actions, saving my soul from bereft
Angels are among us, like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Reminding us to avoid falling from grace at the ridge

My special angel's sweet voice sounds so much like my mother's
We each have a conscience that is unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed want us to know heaven's joy
So we’ll reunite with them and eternal bliss enjoy

So, Mom, if you are listening, your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path, you have mastered soul retrieval 
A wonderful life is bestowed by a righteous urging
From an angel observer seeking spiritual merging

My sense of right and wrong will still create battles ahead
But if I heed my mother’s voice, I’ll never be misled

July 2, 2011
For the "Me Against Myself" contest

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Try To live happily

You applied divorce what was a  matter?
I'm little liberal and a good chatter.
when we go for shopping why do i talk others?
we live in a society as a sister and brothers,
what do they think about me you worry Mr. fatter?
you start heavy drinking and chain smoking,
and terrifying your soul, she 'll flee away, not better.
you 're my husband taken an oath in front of God,
In the public, not secretly you speak in voice loud. 
don't curse yourself I've nothing in mind for scatter.
Doubt for what speak with me  if I'm wrong,
Life's short, try to live happily family life isn't long.
Look at those birds they love eachother and sings a song.
try to understand our relation no need to exhibit in court tong.

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My bone part

First time whom I trusted that was you my friend. 
you opposed me and broken my heart in a second.
you never think why you from my family and relations, 
you 're close to my heart to build up generations,
I open my heart, told you secret that I hide behind.
you 're one a part of my secrets that's only I know,
I chose you for my trust you know how did I grow?
you disclosed me with others I think you 're kind.
this is only a relation that's supportive most in pain, 
I were broken you offer me pleasure for rubbish drain,
Don't pin the nails in my heart don't seed the thorns,
Life is no life without trust don't strengthen the horns,
I don't know why is that you palpitate my heart?
I feel pain, I taken breath without you my bone part.

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I've Not Heard The Mockingbird

I’ve Not Heard The Mockingbird

I’ve not heard the Mockingbird lately sing
Nor the Whip-Poor-Will’s notes at dusk loudly ring
Their melodies are quiet to my listening ear
Silent are the warnings that I had learned to fear

Are the warnings no longer that valid
Have we as people strayed away pallid
Are we too  fargone  to come back to the way
Nothing is impossible with God_ nay

There’s a faint cooing listen to the Dove
He is tenderly calling come My love
Come back to our intimacy; my touch
Commune with me; from My cup always  sup

Warnings are being sung each day repent
Change, change don’t to hell be bent

Apocalypse=a prophetic revelation, especially concerning a 
cataclysm in which the forces of good permanently triumph over the
forces of evil..
Any universal or widespread destruction or disaster

Written: September 04, 2013
Muse: Holy Spirit
Contest: Apocalypse

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"Call Master!" Swollen eyes prove disbelief.
The eerie aura of cruel silent grave
in titanic fence for cadaver’s save.
"Why us?" They thought the night-rider’s the thief:
Covert – the Victor cogitated this grief
to glory in Laz’rus – who’s a death’s slave.
Peace and tiff his kith and kin rather crave-
to sing joyful songs hid in sorrow brief.

He titled Resurrect in caliber
rolled stone; undress the Dead for longing mate.
"Come forth! Come forth!!" comforts the Comforter:
A rebirth from sleep – faces titivate:
Acquaintances wine and dine in wonder;
Saints in all generations celebrate


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A Homecoming

I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days. How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place. At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room. But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed. Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision. As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision. Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed. His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread. I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day. But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears. As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears. I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love, embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above. * This is all true. I held my dad's hand and sang to him as he took his last breath. It may have been angels or my dear grandma coming to take him home. I only know that I felt comforted by my dad's peace. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012 First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle) Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)

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The Power of Gratitude

A word of thanks for all that I receive,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow too.
Is it so hard to simply say thank you,
Or take a breath to let the heart believe?
Two easy words that never seem enough,
Surrounded by beauty in Nature’s love,
But it is harder to look to the skies above,
When life is tough and the going is rough,
Yet taking the time to reflect thanks then,
Opens the soul so life begins to change,
And our dreams take on a different range,
As we embrace a brief moment of Zen.
This is the power that awakens life
Even when surrounded by naught but strife.

Form: Canadian Sonnet

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A Faraway Strand

"There is a land on a faraway strand"
"A beautiful home for the redeemed soul"
"Pon streets of pure gold someday I'll stand"
"Viewing that gorgeous land and never grow old"

In that faraway city, redeemed and whole
Sitting beside the tree with abundance
Eating the fruit in leisure then just stroll
Seeing hundreds of angels in brilliance 

Knowing that I will nevermore  grow old 
Sitting at the feet of Jesus adoring Him
In that faraway land, mother enfold 
Sharing our stories that are stored within

In the faraway somewhere way up there
Where we will never grow old, my sweet heir

Sponsor: Giorgio V
Contest: In The Faraway 
Written: January 21 and 22 2014
Poet: Sara Kendrick

The first stanza is partially words to a song


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Unlived Things

In the repository of unlived things,
I find unquenched love,
A tarnished wedding ring,
An old baseball glove,
A half-sketched dream.

The sore sight fills my eye,
An oil-soaked cloth of faith,
Restraint against sin piled high,
A picture of Jesus laid to waste,
So much regret, I begin to cry.

Behold, I see a new start,
An infant’s wiggling toes,
A chest of breath and beating heart,
Courage clamors and fresh breath bellows. 

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My Solemn Vow

I think I shall take this very day and make you my solemn vow.
And when I do I shall pass it onto you to follow the just of me.
I vow to open your blinded eyes to show you all that I can see.
I vow to open your deafened ears to hear why I am me and how.
I think I shall take this night and raise up your brow.
And when I do I shall pass it to you with an only key.
I vow to open your locked doors down on a bent knee
I vow to close the wounds from those I did not allow.
I vow to gather my group up into my fruitful field.
I vow to cover you and dress you to simply adorn.
I vow to create a world in which we as one build.
I vow to remove every single painful prickly thorn.
I vow to you that I am your God given Grace.
I vow to you that I am able to create or erase!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008

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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007

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Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?

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My Heavenly Father

I come to Him each day that I awake 
I ask Him that He keeps me safe from harm
I thank Him for all the things that I take,
For granted such as life without alarm
He's given me so much in this great life
He's healed me from so very many things
When I'm with Him I'm saved from so much strife
I sometimes feel as though I've angels wings
His love envelopes me as I draw near
He's taught me all the things that I have known
With Him I know of faith instead of fear
Each step that I'm with Him I've surely grown
The future that I have with Him is bright
The love that He gives me is my delight

An english sonnet which this is has 14 lines an ababcdcdefefgg end rhyme and is written in iambic pentameter which is 10 syllable line with a soft hard beat.
Written 9/01/14 Charles M. Reese author.

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God Inside Out

A wandering waif walks seeking
God in the wind and tide
A wondering soul seeks waking
a love of God inside.

The wind that kisses chastened cheeks
an infant thought inside,
the sea that cleanses misery
the gifts that are outside.

Each kindness shows the God within
to whom we can confide
and universal starlight brings
dual values to collide.

Exploding now within the hide
in which we all abide.

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Prayer for Faith-Miltonic Sonnet

How can it be that few of us can see
the hands of greed and pride have dealt their blow
and caused a horrid lack of faith to grow
Will God still listen to my earnest plea
as I request His help on bended knee?
I’m lost, I did not see, I did not know
that we had come to cause a world of woe
alas, attributed to those like me
My fleeting youth is spent, but hope hangs on     
that better generations yet to come      
will resurrect the truth, the faith, the light    
and recreate the path that seems foregone 
To greed, despair and pride they won’t succumb;   
I want to trust one day they will unite

*Written May 10, 2014 - Miltonic Sonnet

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Christmas Mass

Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa

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Self Acceptance

How can I know love when I’m made of sin?
Evil and wrong, there is no place for me,
And pain melts away as the blade slips in,
Behind the closed doors where none dare to see.
There on my knees my words pleading for why,
I was condemned to hell ere I was born,
My heart turns black and I feel myself die,
Yet she stopped me as the sun rose to dawn,
The lady who dared me to see her face,
With words of wisdom from the days of old,
My light in the darkness of divine grace,
She took me in as my faith remained cold.
My lady within me when I see fear,
She draws me closer to hold me near.

Form: English Sonnet

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They Nailed Him

On a day that had to be
He was nailed to a tree
for crimes He did not commit,
but He knew He must submit.

They beat Him so badly
that others cried so sadly,
but He would not repine
for your sins and for mine.

A man... a son like no other
treated each one like a brother,
He forgave them because He knew,
"For they know not what they do."

He died that day nailed to a crossed tree,
He did it because He loves you and me.

For "Nailed or Failed" contest sponsored by Black Eyed Susan.

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More Than Meets the Eye

Don't blame the bearer of bad news -
A gun doesn't kill by itself or a knife,
Nor a violent video game or hostile views;
An evil act is but wrought by a mind's strife.

When you nurture a seedling or stunt its growth,
You can foretell it'll be a vine or an oak tree,
So is with the mind of a child as he grows forth -
Will he be hateful or inherit his life stress-free.

There are spiritual laws that govern with
the same certainty as the physical laws;
Faith, trust in God, and love are not ancient myth
But values that shape the character sans flaws.

Like putty, wax, dough or a lump of clay,
Mold the child right lest another soul he slay!

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Does not the glow of Heaven call to mind
The tears of ev'ry mother in her plight?
Such beauty was the love he'd never find,
Perhaps to lead him on, through wrong or right.

And so, this Alter Boy, who loved to sing,
Swelled up her heart, and made her blue of eyes,
Much brighter than her chosen love could bring,
To guide her Alter Boy through truth or lies.

Always he'd feel his mother's tender glow.
Perhaps to make the wrong seem not so bad, 
And if she wept alone, he'd never know,
Because his mother's love is all he had.

And all the pain of knowing, truth, it dies,
changed not the color  of his Mother's eyes.
        © Ron Wilson 2012

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    The First Voyage of Paul
A sailing ship, out aimless on the sea
forewarned by Paul--to sail would be a crime,
but captain said "you're safe now--you're with me"
he vowed their trip to Rome would be on time.

And so they set about to sail the main,
not caring that the Fast had well begun--
nor that no sailing man could see a gain,
for such a trip would fail--before it's done.

The captain caused the crew to set their plight
towards a Cyprus port--for needed rest,
when all at once the day turned into night--
and then the wind of God made life a test.

    The temptest blew for days--to Malta's shore
    and set the will of God--forevermore.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Really A Priest

I didn't know my calling and didn't have a plan
My friends all wanted to be doctors or policemen
My dad wanted me to work for him in sales
If I talk in public my face will turn pale

At school they thought I would be a good priest
I could watch tv all day at the least
If I was a priest I couldn't have any kids
That is something the Catholic church forbids

Another drawback was abstaining from sex
Now that is a rule that I can not respect
I had a crush on a Nun all my days
If I got to close I would be in a haze

l look back at my life and the road that I took
I could have been preaching that old prayer book

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In other concentric yellow yearning yesterday

Embracing both honey and yellow bitterness,
Golden bees` benedictions in amber soul,
In condensation on the breasts tenderness,
With indomitable embers new blue sky call;
In yellow yesterday, it was your young sun: 
He took its yacht behind the wrought iron rocks;
Glowing in the subtle worn concentric pun,
From its garret, the moon, a girl with blond locks
Sat near the yearning wreath of the apple trees;
She’s ready to travel and balance the grove at its best:
With secret fruit caressed by a mellow breeze,
Ready to spin a yarn about the yeast of  the West;

In other concentric yellow yearning yesterday;
The stars` mutiny began running away the gray.

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Place of Worship

The building is old, flowing before me Shielding against the world’s insanity The walls are plaster, the roof is metal This place shows if there’s a heaven or hell Top of the steeple is a wondrous bell Sometimes ringing and breaking through my shell The color of the church is an off white Playing heavenly songs throughout the night Inside the warmth is outstanding and calm Holding a candle you can feel the balm You may sit on the pews when you desire You’ll feel the heat, worship like you’re on fire Beauty of the church is from the outside Inside you’re lit up, within you have lied
Entrant into craig cornish's "Beautiful Lies" contest 12/10/2012

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A Gift

The bright shiny yellow ball radiating light
Fierce warrior of the morns sky
Up above the trees beams pierce through night
Magically turning it into day where birds can fly

Sun's magic sky king who heats the earth
Saves it from an icy death each warm day
Some worship you, call you God, dance with mirth
You're only one of God's creations that He let stay 

Thank you God for the sun though some days too hot
Without it all would be lost_icy death
Thank you God for all blessings_stars that sky dot
Nature that you made for us_ bequeath

Bright yellow sun magnificant beauty
But paled by Jesus, God's Son's, His crowning glory 

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''That the brilliance of your majestic ways--''

That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size 
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!

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Someone Lives, Greater than Ourselves

 Some people say that God does not exist
Because they cannot see his face or hold
His hand. The denial of the atheists,
The Godless ones, should make our blood run cold.

We see the face of God in lightning storms
And recognize his touch in rainbows bright.
The mountains echo his majestic form;
His presence comforts us in darkest night.

We see his teaching in the flowers that grow
And know his truth in every spark of life.
In every laughing child his pleasure shows;
His promise is our strength in times of strife.

The only ones who would Himself refuse
Are those who will not live within his rules.

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Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord

Written 09182012

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Stay True

Your heart so true 
Your heart so strong
Stay forever truthful
For no matter how long

Life is full of test
From ones we love best
Nothing left to prove 
Time for sorrow has passed
Let the weak be weak
You are eternally strong
The strong live forever long.

It's time to move on
With ones who are true
renounce the untrue
While they feel blue
Be true to yourself 
For that's why I Love you

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Common Ground

Starry night, Star bright shine your light!
It’s a lost world traveling at a rapid speed.
Oh guide me and teach me to properly lead.
For I am down here where nothing is right!
Send me a wind to take my flight,
And let them all take heed!
I am the deepest seed.
For I stand in all my might.
Let the Sun shine down on me.
Let the rains walk away.
Set my eyes where they can see.
For I am day by day!
As the world spins around and around,
I shall be found standing on top of Common Ground!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Faith Flourish

Faith has infiltrated one sweet soul,
   As life riddled with sin and stain thereof,
     Emancipation for the spirit being,
       Sought in prayer salvation showed freedom.

Through turbulence and heart ache strength is born,
   As holy light beams guide the wicked home,
     Faith achieves the answers in the heart,
       Surrendered to the God of Heaven and Earth.

When all else fails some simple words will do,
   As lovely candlelight flows a request,
     A pure soul understands that time will show,
       Faith carries on the wings of angel mist.

Faith contains the keys to mysteries,
   Reward in eternal mansions beyond the clouds,
      The presence of His Light forevermore,
         Satisfies the hungry heart, sweet soul, deep mind.

My theme in this contest is Faith.

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Inside His Holy Light

With arms wide open I praise you Lord 
My comforter my friend my Savior Dear 
You are to me, like precious gold 
More valued than, the Shree Mandir 

You gave me precious Jesus to behold 
That I may have abundant life on earth 
He can’t be bought he shan’t be undersold 
Cause I adore him, and know his worth

Oh Holy Spirit, breathe on me heal my soul
Enter into communion with my thoughts  
Abating fear I rest in God’s celestial bowl 
Like splendored star renewed, I’m caught 

Inside his Holy Light in treaded post, 
I live and breathe, as welcome host;   

September 29, 2014 

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The Divine Danced

I watched the sun rising beneath the moon,
As whispers of life brushed against my face,
I looked inside the meanings of the rune,
And felt her power fill me with her love,
As winds of changes blessed me with her grace,
I saw the sun rise with the moon above.
To hold the glory of her destiny,
No manmade temple can ever be built,
And there, the divine danced all around me,
Enraptured by her loving lunar charms,
Old feelings men inspired by sacred guilt,
She lifted as I wept within her arms.
I watched the sun rising beneath the moon,
To hold the glory of her destiny.

Form: Cornish Sonnet

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Love's Guides

Oh my God, to an angel beside thee
would I ever want, or need, feel the sun or plant a seed.
No, I would not long, as emotional man, or pine for thee
nor, claim a shape, or form, for I'd no earthly need.

Oh my God, to an angel beside thee
an atom, a harmonic, a frequency, so tuned
to be a sprite angelical upon a bold cosmic sea
a vibrant thread of near perfection fixed, festooned.

Oh my God, to an angel beside thee
an angel who for love takes form, and to earth is lost,
who seeks a soul, a form to taste, to hear and two eyes to see
to help our earthly brethren find peace at any cost.

With your aid God, I will help them to rise
their clay forms dispersed your love the guide.

Angels ..such as I..descending, bring from above, 
Echoes of ... God's own.. mercy, whispers of love.

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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	

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Fool's Gold

I see you, I believe in you!
I die in you, I will behold.
Yes I will be a fool’s gold.
In the morning, I am two.

Come deep into me you fool.
Like one I’m your two fold.
Correct me now and be bold.
Your day is mine I do rule.

I scream I shout and I am loud.
Oh My God! Where art thou now?
Fly higher up in my white cloud,
I will show Him absolutely how!

Do me once shame it all on me! 
I am the only one you can see.

® Registered Ann Rich 2011

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My Dear Grandma

My dear grandma who knitted and crocheted
made intricate creations with her hands.
My dear grandma taught a girl how to pray
with a love for God and courage to stand.

I smile when I see my dear grandma's face, 
smiling back in a black and white picture.
I cry when I think of her final days
and the last time I bent down to kiss her.

My dear grandma was bold and assertive,
family matriarch and woman, faithful.
Admiration grows in my reflective
thought. For her love, I am ever grateful.

One beautiful day, in glorious light,
my dear grandma and I will reunite.

June 6, 2012 for Remembering a Lost Love Contest

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Tumbling, tumbling, maple’s chameleon leaves

swathe blonding grass that is longing to sleep,
A Mennonite farmer hand-bundles wheat sheaves,

Harvest won’t wait and his field will not keep.

Fumbling, fumbling with sodden dresses

clean from a washing on this windy day,

A Mennonite wife hangs laundry, blessing

God’s bounty, His gifts on lovely display. 

Crumbling, crumbling, pieces of pumpkin pie

warm from the oven and perfectly spiced,

Mennonite tots lick forks and watch geese fly,

Later they share wood toys, just a few suffice.

Humbling, humbling, these people of autumn

who toil endlessly, then Christmas welcome.

August 15, 2012

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At first when I met him, I was captivated for him
That red string that had entwined us never did end
I exposed every single fragment of me, all my limbs
I strived strenuously to get that red string to rend

You whispered to me that your aim was the impeccable one
Instead I had to pull the plug
I was captivated with my hoarse voice the burnt setting sun
The encased ice I wished were snug

Do you recall those days when we were friends
Then came the those other variables of confusion
Remember all those roads with bends
With you, it seemed as if everything were an illusion

Now I have to let go for it makes me ache
I. too late, finally solved that you were a fake

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On thy starry ride

Glittery was that sky Silvery was that carpet That on which rode the blue butterfly To show the way to the holy ballet Divine was that sight A star living with light Your face shining with might O my darling father, my knight! Gone was your soul, to that land Called by some as the Never-never land Alone and cold with fright I did shed tears that night! Blissful dance, harmonious ballet Pray life lead me there with thy cabaret!
15th Place Contest : Shooting Stars Sponsored by : Tirzah Conway

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Light of the World

My spirit thirsts as heaven's angels sing
the words which lift me high above the earth
my heart embraces joy to which I cling.

My mind conceives that, to God, I'm of worth,
my future now is sealed in heaven's vault
for none can snatch me from my lofty berth,

Yet I have won my seat there by default.
He bought my ticket with his only Son,
who took my place and suffered death’s assault.

The angels cannot therefore be outdone
as joyously they raise their songs of praise,
while those of us who've free salvation won,

in time will spend unnumbered blissful days
with One whose star outshines the sun's own rays.

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Sailing Along In Life's Journey

Sailing Along In Life’s Journey

Many a sailor or people sails through life’s journey
Among all living souls some become lost
In the murkiest seas, oceans, rivers tempest.

To survive all God’s children needs a vast faith
And a great deal of courage to face our demons within our storms.

Where for art thou; we should believe in the stars
For they are beacons that can guide us
Are all god’s children heeding their whispers?

In everyone’s life is full of many wishes where
We can all become our own eternal genie
And our forbidden lamp is our steps and experiences we have.

So in our life whether we laugh, complain or cry
Our destiny will become our true fairy tale.
As we walk through life, we create or destroy all our own dreams.

Written: 12/29/2014

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Just Desserts of the Faithful

The Martin Handcart Company endured
a frightful winter in their journey west.
Yet through it all, they would not be deterred,
for with strong faith and hope these Saints were blessed.

Louisa Mellor, in her journal, gave
accountings of their hardships in the cold
and told of how they struggled to be brave
while many died, especially the old.

They'd shovel snowy roads, and they would wade
through icy streams; her mom once stayed behind,
kissed them bye and wept; Louisa stayed
and prayed.  When she arose, what did she find?

The Lord must not hate sweets, for she would spy
nearby on snow for sustenance a PIE!

*There are many miraculous accounts from old journals
of LDS pioneers who crossed the plains in the 1800's
to make a home in Utah. This is my sonnet rendition
of one such story which I read about in a church magazine.
Here is just one source where you can read about this faithful 
woman: )

For the FAITH contest of  Diane Christian

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An Angel and Dolphins to the Rescue

Aunt Eva was the “character” in our family tree As a swimming teacher she had a great love for the sea One summer day she was swimming nearly a mile offshore When she heard something she had never encountered before An angel’s voice told her, “Go back,” but this she did not heed Then she felt a bump; something did not want her to succeed ‘Twas nothing but a playful dolphin that came into view She continued swimming on, bidding the dolphin adieu Suddenly she was surrounded by dolphins aplenty When she heard the angel’s voice again, she surveyed the sea A school of huge, man-eating bull sharks was headed her way She started swimming rapidly, made it to shore that day Although Aunt Eva was not one who would frequently pray She thanked the angel and dolphins for steering her away
*For Gail’s “Touched by an Angel” contest by Carolyn Devonshire, written March 17, 2012 True Story about my late Aunt Eva

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(Dedication: For Courtney Vinch, Keep faith in yourself.)


Come find your true place as love seeks you too;
Open mind and heart to know that time heals;
Urge your radiant face to fond cheer that coos;
Rise as feelings start to attract goodwill.
Now feel what you feel in mindset you own;
Etch a new story that helps you be free;
Your know love can heal if your heart is known;
Verse scripts you can see allows joy to be.
Inch steady slow steps and create your map;
Niche your soul treasure in what your heart knows;
Cheer is your own flap to cast your kind trap;
Here you can measure what your desires show.
Believe in your fate that love now reveals;
End of pain relates your life trend you fill.


Learn to be cheery despite the harsh pains;
Open your heart more to simple pleasures;
Vouch for less moody the sordid refrains;
Embrace your sweet core with childlike treasures.
Wish upon a star to be your delight;
Ignite your feelings with sun burst splendour;
Love catapults far in inspired clear sight;
Life is yet willing to grant you grandeur.
Do what feels just right, embrace help that comes;
Empty the old gall and start new right here;
Sweet days follow nights to balance old sums;
Indulge and install your grand tale of cheer.
Go on and grab joy with grand thoughts lovely;
Now let your dreams toy with faith that's lively.

Leon Enriquez
26 Apr 2014

(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)

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Foreign War

I know my son was inside with their dogs
And women dressed in uniforms who held
Their sharpened knives and made my son undress.
This is the way Americans fight war.

Confusing thoughts enter my mind
Combined with anger, sadness. ****.
The Lord, is my child to die?
If it is your will, please end him.

How could the Lord let this happen?
My sweet poor boy and his humility
He is nothing but a toy to women.
This is the way Americans fight war.

My family weeps for my son.
My country prays for their own sons.

-Caroline Youngless

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For Herda & Wangugi

To become a man he has a difficult task:
he must be brave enough to kill a beast.
A tradition in his tribe, you may ask.
The boy is not fierce, strong, or fast in the least.

The boy has hardly a weapon, hand-made, and surely not a gun:
but a long stick with a sharpened tip, a spear.
This is the tradition, such hunting calls for a shun
from the village if the task is not complete, that is clear.

The lion is too fast, the boy cannot outrun it.
The boy must be silent; the lion is too strong,
and has spotted the boy, it picks up it's speed.
The boy was not careful; the lion too strong.

There is a stuggle, but the boy has killed the lion.
The boy is now a man in his village.

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We Have The Knowledge Of All These And Still

Wherefore the pride in being proud?
Whence the deciduos beauty once to be moulded by a shroud.
Wherefore the exhilarition and glory in war ?
Whence these vain citadels brim out only harrowing tears.
Wherefore the joy in bamboozling others?
Whence from sin can't we run or escape neither.
Wherefore the pleasure in speaking irony?
Whence pronouncing the sweet can act as sweet as honey.
Wherefore the divide between richness and poverty?
Whence one notion stands before God and thats equality.
Wherefore the grief in the death of nears and dears one's?
Whence no tears brims while passes away others.
We have the knowledge of all these and still;
Mind will be in its own place till enlightment in our mind gets filled.  

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Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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A wood of snowdrops in the dawn,
yellow daffodils light the morn,
the scent of new mown grass,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
Bare branches greening up ,in bud,
busy birds line  nesting  with mud,
clematis spreading fast,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
The honeysuckle,leafing green,
new arrivals,in hedgerows seen,
Spring,Spring is in the earth,
our thoughts turn to new birth.

As Friday becomes Easter day,
we then,with hallelujahs pray.

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Waking up

Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul
Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being
Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not seeing?
Maybe I'm crazy, but am I the one who's supposed to be playing this role?
Dreaming this reality up, yet it seems so real
Lucidity is ever so fluent; smooth as can be
Pretend time becoming a concrete fantasy
Regardless of where I end up, this is surreal

They say the white light is prevalent, but I disagree
A multitude of shapes and colors are profuse
With all of this around me, how could I not exist?
Reality is what you make it, I still am the real me
Time to make new and to really let loose
Haunting the past will be tough to resist

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Along the way


where do lead?
shall I follow you
or stop and return;
there  is no choice,
the past is gone,
the flowers dead

where go you lead!
your beauty brings delight,
each step is life
in vibrant hue;
there is no choice
but,to follow you

I know not where these footsteps lead
'neath leaf,in petalled flower seed
brian strand a woodland path contest june 6

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Easter Morning

Easter morning sunrise,
the day begins anew.
Darkness flees the skies,
from black, to gray, to blue.

Easter season springtime.
New life begins to grow.
Winters death leaves no sign,
only green where laid snow.

Easters true victory,
when Christ arose again,
forcing deaths fear to flee,
so we are free as planned.

Creations picture shows,
what our soul deeply knows.

Christopher Bunton

For the "Easter inspirations" contest

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Into a garden, Jessie wandered, wanting to get away.
Finding the glorious site, leaving all her dismay,
Warmed by the broad spectrum of light behind,
Captured within nature’s beauty, she did find.

Crisp clear pool, where reflections, are beheld true.
At first, not believing her eyes, though it was a clue,
Angelic wings, adorned her shoulders, in silent glory.
Upon that glance, Jessie remembered, an old story.

Of a maiden, that was forlorn, walking without will,
Stumbling upon a true paradise, with waters so still,
This gave her a glance, of her future, as it is foretold.
That upon what she saw, would be gained, without gold.

Amidst the flowers and greenery, that surrounded the space.
Angel guide of her deliverance, together, they would travel in grace.

Written by
Cecil Hickman

Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ 
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Incense Curls and Candlelight

Dark Mother of the fullest silver moon,
Once more I call upon thy hallowed name,
Beneath thy light I mark the sacred rune,
As in thy blessed hands my spirit’s tame.
By the burning of candle’s amber flame,
All through the night unto the golden dawn,
Inspire my voice; invoke thy pow’r and claim,
Unto thee in lunar light my soul is born.
As to this world I know I must return,
To seek thy wise so I may clearly see,
Inspire my heart so I may want to learn,
Thy ways that bring my soul closer to thee,
As incense curls to show my destiny,
Those ancient ways I know must come to be.

Form: Irish Sonnet

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Was it worth it I say to you my Lord?
The agony and the despair in a group.
Right and wrong define a mega-loop.
Some are enthralled others are bored.
Some balanced to strike a right chord.
You give you take with one big whoop.
I see and I blend like a homemade soup.
I adjust and readjust daily with a sword.
Sometimes I just want to run away,
But where would I go, you’d follow.
I scream kick and shout just to stay.
But then you’ll get way too hollow.
So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not.
So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008

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The world was dark I could not see the day
So dark my world I could not see the day
Again I fell upon my knees to pray.
The voices whispered you must look within
Echoes of time replied you must look within
I felt my heart and mind begin to spin.
And in the darkness shone a brighter light
From the darkness came forth a sacred light
The path ahead came clearly into sight.
I learned to dance and sing the Pagan sound
Among the stones I felt the Pagan sound
As in the lunar light I had been found.
I‘m never lost where’re I dare to roam
The Pagan path always will lead me home.

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The Chambers Swept Clean

The door that should not open, open you did
Entered into my soul, stirring discord
Emotions that had been buried deep_hid
He who is the adversary_is not dead

Truth was wanted being a potion to heal
Satan offered shaded truth_outright lies
Torturing my soul with wrong, no appeal
Oh! Savior sweep clean chambers _me chide

Now an empty room my soul comfortless
Holy Spirit come fill anoint (sooth) renew
Precious is the Word that enters chambers
The chambers of my heart this the best food

Satan didn't win the day hurray glory
Defeated gone away grant no return__my story

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The Protestant Reformation in Verse

Challengèd courts, Christendom held in palm,
Tyranny, oppression, falsehoods contrived
On which hingèd stability and calm,
Uprooted by man’s theses ninety- five
On door are tackèd for eyes all to see.
Revealèd wisdom, from God above sent,
Reformation of courts not left to be –
Defiance heighten’d, faith in God, unspent.
Truth in hands of people brings forth reform –
Justified by faith as Word inspired saith;
Transubstantiation false, ne’er to mourn
Catholic evils overcome by faith.

				All is owèd this man, held safe by One
				Named Martin Luther Gods favor’d son

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Touched by an Angel

My sweetened temper Was all due to a little adviser Some light form, so divine Instead of giving me wine, Bid me to be the clandestine On that same night which seemed darker! My choice, so daintier, Was guided by a little singer, Invisible, in my head, it rocked The blessed words which I made into my own So that today I am still alive like the dancer, Like the charmed One, I am not a mere daydreamer! Worthy Angelic Power, Sheer Beauty, My Protector, Guide me for ever, in the dark alleys of this deepwater!
Written on 17 March 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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You Must Believe in You

You Must Believe in You
the tulips are bright red
the sky is a beautiful blue
the clouds are a pristine white
even in the darkest darkness of the night
words are easily said
its what you believe will see you through 
you must believe
you are important and a special person
you have something to give and to contribute
you deserve to be loved
you are worthy to receive what you believe
good things come into your life
when you believe in you

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Face the Storm

             (A Blank Verse Sonnet)

If I should face the storm beneath my roof
and thunder rends the air with haughty blast;
If lightning streaks across the blackened sky
and if the bolt strikes down my willow tree,

then who will cringe in fear and hide, or who
will brave the storm, resist the urge to flee?
What if the crash of thunder is robust,
the roof tilts east, and rattled dishes crack?

Will I recoil and scoot beneath my bed
or will I stand and face the raging force?
A life on earth is filled with flare of fire
so hot it burns our dreams and scatters ash,

          but one must not tell God how big the storm.
          Instead, go tell the storm how big is God.

(previously published online in 

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Come to live with honour

You come to divide property after the death of my dad.
you 'd a fight with my mum your attitude was really bad.
you blamed me after he died I 'm only parent's loving boy,
you discriminated my birth never bought your choice of toy.
I donate happily if you come to share moments of my sad.
you 're my blood relation what was need to come with force?
why did you think, I don't support you that needs an endorse?
Noone can take property away you see dad why 're you so mad?
we were born together in a family and played in childhood,
you come to fight when others threatened me as Robin hood.
you listen your wife that's good, no need to insult mum,
if your son will treat you in the same way as it's in scum.
revise your mind and find something is wrong in your attitude,
we 'll die one day, come to live with honour no need to be rude.

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Pagan Pride

When dancing in the lunar light,
Or toiling neath the summer sun
Within the circle and our rite
Of love, when all become as one.
There we heard the wisdom of trees
As chains of life so fell undone
In waves whispered an ocean breeze
Of love, when all become as one.
No longer shall we hide our ways
At last our fears we’re free to shun
Our pride in these the Pagan days
Of love, when all become as one.
When dancing in the lunar light
Of love, when all become as one.

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It is damp and cool with clouds wanting to rule The clouds seem to get heavier and black Sun looks weak_ trapped by weight; raindrops on pool Now the cool damp rain is coming no slack Weather changable but God is constant Thank you God for your great consistency In those clouds I am seeing reliant Laws set in motion by God no aberrancy Sun's light rays cast like a cradle holding The clouds up such beauty in simplicity Each morn fasinated I am beholding The glory of this new day's specificity Specificity sent by God for all to behold Each day free of charge human uncontrolled

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Fight Back

Life was never like this,swinging up and down,
making a fool of me,as if i am the only clown.

Touching the sky always had been a dream,
though a distant one as it may seem.

But never did I lose ,the hope of reaching there,
inspite if the failures,which came to me so near.

Love the way , life plays games with me,
trying to beat me hard but never could, You see.

The challenges of life making me strong as ever
and a determination to fight with it forever.

Despite being knocked out,so many times in past 
I've emerged out again and make my words last.

Now again its time to show that I don't lack
than anyone or anybody and to go and fight back!!

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Mark West

 (December 2nd, 1959 – May 1st, 2013) 

My Teddy bear still wears the cross you gave,
And fashioned by your working hands with grace
And leather strung—I slept last night with soft
And golden fur beside me, while my thoughts—
To earthen eyes of tears still standing brave
When sorrow looms, in time our hearts will chase
Your laugh, your smile, and pleasant sav’ry wafts
Of roasts and gravy bubbling in the pots
“Au jus, au jus,” you’d say with hand in air,
And finger pressed to thumb—when speaking of
The kitchen work in pubs so long ago.
Your party ways you didn’t hide nor spare
The essence of your faith in God, in love—
I’ll see you there, where milk and honey flow

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Come Ride Into Life's Sunset

Written in response to traveling west on a highway facing the sun setting behind dark gray clouds

Come ride into life's uncertain sunset
Where dark clouds may accumulate with dread
Sun's only peeking through mostly ordained
Giving life those moments when with wingspread

One soars in the presence of the Son's love
Feeling His voice tenderly saying come
Feast at my table of gifts tasty, Dove
Focus your eyes upon my beauty some

Ride to life's sunset whatever circumstance
It may present, hold my hand_understand
This is new ground for me_hope accrescence
In love of mankind for heading to promise land

Uncertain skies streaked with gray, sun at bay
Love can lift, sustain, ingrain us for day!

accrescence means growth, continous growth
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Contest:No Nams On This Love Contest

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Dream Across the Sky

While floating on an ev’ning’s dusky cloud,
I close my eyes and dream across the sky,
To where horizons are a pinky shroud
Around the sun that fades without a sigh.
My fingers reach to touch the amber glow,
To feel the final embers of the day,
Although the night is falling soft and slow,
I want to savour the last twilight ray.
The setting sun that takes me to my place,
Where I can see beyond the midnight blue,
My sunset frees my mind to gently embrace,
Those sacred things my soul has come to view.
Refreshed and new I call the old ones in,
And another new day can now begin.

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EVERYDAY IS GOD'S DAY Threats of war-- shakes the peace floating in the breeze, Bombs and guns, they rattle to break bony reasons of the mind, Thorns and knocks that seed from biting disease, Shouts and wails rising 'neath conscience and ego grind, all these like wagon wheels-- the whole world theater confines When will humans know there's always a God standing by? Dawn and dusk---brace night and day, His own design so are animals that swim, hop and eagles soaring high! All He provided and us, He asked to keenly give an eye but pass flipping years did we try to allot some time? Utter some thanksgiving shedding clouds of shy? Daily we walk a lifeline to reach one peak prime, offering our lives humbly as like saint Paul though pang of death is the stage of our befall... Everyday is a day the Lord has made, blessings He bestow a hug of sunlight, tests, He spearheads--the best teacher blade. . . Even if seven devils come in flight to invite stand like Jesus in the wilderness, hold tight! Fight! None like vapor but forward like Lancelot we go, serving God, throughout our life, the zenith height. Let praises grow and God's glory our constant show! Hatred we forego, letting love melt a heart of snow so when the day comes our Holy Father judge let our lives greet Him with bright smile of hello "Well, done faithful servant", He will say as He touch beckoning us inside a prepared Castle room Sharing with Him a life everlasting of bloom! _________________________________________ ©O. E. Guillermo 09:19 pm, January 25, 2015

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The morning light, that's blinding to the sight,
breaks through the clouds into the forest deep,
and wakens life from out of darkened night,
into the dawn of one more date to keep.

While life, the puzzle, opens to the dawn,
and makes a challenge of their daily bread,
my wonder is if they're depending on
the grace of God, or on mere chance, instead.

This raises thanks from my observing heart,
that we've the fare to set our table right,
and make a feast of what is just a part
of bounty that's come from our nations might.

       And from belief that Jesus is the way,
          the light and truth that leads the U.S.A.

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Beautiful creature

This beautiful creature be of pure heaven
Coaxing, alluring and enticing yet so purposeful
With heirs of grace and style that renders heathens gentleman
Making every commander of every plague merciful.
This Image of utter perfection could not be real
And I know this for no mere mortal could ever be perfect
Yet I'd profess that perfection personfies this amazing queen
If it not for the belief in my own eyes deceit
And the lonely nature of my hearts desires
By which my honour and pride does reside
And this is another flaw in my lifes satire
As my heart lays its own wishes aside.
Yet I waft through all this pain and torture
All for the Love of a beatiful creature

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Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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A Matter of Faith

O balked from the tree of his righteousness
Dried out, crushed to bitter pulp, I am bleached
Of his nature, his image sin digest
Till I am a chemical drip, a leached
Embodiment of human reason, just
Paper without special purpose now, bare
Of true identity, soiled, tossed in dust
A crumpled thing, a broken tree, a tare.

But then the Gardener came, wrote his name
Again on me, set it bottom of the page
Under the letter of his love, I found fame
Anew, calm comfort where the axe had rage
Call me Bible, call me gospel, I bring
You evidence, lo, I am God's new thing
Let science reads its figment in the skies
Let men dream nature's fictitious power
Make planets spin and orbit butterflies
I stand in reverence with a flower
Awed that I and it are creatures of clay
I, immaculate, towering reason
It the core supply of food a season
And we two bound by design, love's display
Of purpose, mystery, and His joy sublime
Amidst earth's grit, and life's gangrene and grime

Fearfully and wonderfully I am
Made, and may not the Gardener's purpose
Glean all at once, but I believe the Lamb
Death comes to all, but faith lifts me from mere dust.
Gardeners, yes, are potters too, but He
A special one, does what no one can do
From common clay he makes the fruiting tree
From common clay a vase sparkling and new
With common clay he fills his case, then make
It castle for the tree. I, he did break
The common clay of freewill, softly spake
To me in tongues of fire, my mistake
To cleanse, when freewill had all options lost
In the finite span of time, I submit
To him, who from his flesh my mold had cast
Whose eternity is my hope's limit
Whose grace my spinning wheel, O proclaim
Image of the potter, pride of his name.
Let me the stag the mad hounds lead away
Led me pant the chase with love's enchantment
At the bright city's gate ends the foray
That charms their eyes and brim with wonderment
For simple truth of divine word. Mark me
Not for the third arrow's coming, I yield
All glory to your name. Truth and beauty
In me polish, seal me your word to wield.

For I was made to honor your glory
To be the moon of your eternal sun
To be your messenger and your story
Your servant until life's frail time is done
Into your forest then let me there glow
The target of your grace, your love to show.

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RETURN TO HELL - Monsieur L'Vampyre

Tonight love flies from where love never seems
to occupy, it comes from time somewhere,
and long ago, from emptiness of dreams
you've long forgot, but they are steaming there

deep in the night, from where I've spread my wings
and fly into your life in need of me
but be aware, sometimes my love it stings
upon your neck but sets your spirit free;

and then we fly through all of time and space
into the mist that's lifting cool and blue
back to the forests long burned by the race
straight to the heart of love that bothers you;

and you will love me like you've loved before
when you were someone else demanding more.

Take wing my love! There's naught your heart should fear
It's just like deja vu or times gone by
look deep into your death--love will appear
your love will never let your spirit die

and all are just as undead as I've been,
the only difference is you you come and go,
while dying as you have I've never seen
nor had the peace of mind the dead all know.

but love is constant in my life and heart
demanding blood be pumping through my vein
and when you feel my bite you'll be a part
of everything I've ever been, again.

Yes you have lived before and loved too well
and that's the price you pay to live in Hell.

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A Will

The birds fly free up in the sky.
Why oh why can it not be me?
Why can’t I just soar and be.
Why can’t I fly above so high?
My spirit guides me as I sigh.
My soul wills me to be free.
Where is this highest decree?
This is why I hear doves cry.
I open a seal,
Carry a smile.
All is so real.
I last a mile.
Inside of me there is a will.
This is why I can’t sit still.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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My Savior Redeems

Morning awoke me in a field of dreams.
Sunshine sang, moistened leaves glistening.
The coolest breeze tamed summer’s extremes.
An imagined world in silence viewed listening.

I scurried away to my quiet place.
Beneath the trees, to seek the hand of God,
There was no worry of time or space.
He bequeathed faith upon His gospel sod.

The earth breathed calmly in the silent still.
Overwhelming trust embraced my essence.
I thanked God for the spiritual thrill.
Living each day, I love feeling His presence.

Whether a field of dreams or sparkling moonbeams,
My spirit gleams because my Savior redeems.

© April 10, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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Violetta gave Alfredo a camilia,
reminding him to bring it back when it had finally faded...
to seal their kiss without its aroma;
would he have kept that promise when it had whitered? 
In a lonely room, with light barely filtering,
Violetta lays in that bed sweetly thinking
of Alfredo's hand comforting her and caring for her in the last hours...
but Annina is by her side, not daring to spread
the sad news that Alfredo has gone, hoping to return before she dies.

Violetta's eyes can hardly see...but her hands
are wrapped around Alfredo' cheerful portrait,
knowing that his love for her is profound and endless,
by feeling the warmth of his tender heart;
and getting closer to death, she wishes he won't return
with a faded camilia...even in Heaven that flame will burn!  

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Our Gifted Spring

Beauty is nothing; nothing if not spring,
flora shooting, oozing to cover bare
earth that winter spent, stripped; now gives green. 
New life God has planted, planned with care
and bathed the globe with rains, spare and clean. 
The air, great gasps of spring; the springing air,
blossom of peach and pear, scents fresh and keen.
Wonders of wonder all are flaxen fair.

Praise gifts, which bring this juice, bring us this joy.
Praise gifts of face found and fine wildflowers.
Praise gifts, and praise our debt for springtime’s cloy-
breadth of earth’s wild bounty, it is ours.
Praise gifts of song, for songbirds on bright wing.
Renewing life; Oh! Praise our gifted spring.

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I Love You, Death

           I LOVE YOU, DEATH
I love you death, and welcome all you're not;
no love, no hate, no failing and no gain,
no fighting for the things we haven't got
nor wondering about our latest pain.

Your mercy is a thing I surely bless
anticipating you, my only friend,
who brings conclusion to all wretchedness
the only one who knows us in the end.

So come you now as I help you along
you know you've tried to get me in the past
but now I know your timing is not wrong
and so I live and breath for you at last.

Your nothingness is what I hunger for
and in your end, I pray there's nothing more.
© ron wilson

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Help Me Grow

The Japanese Magnolia's blooms color
Now a sickly amber after the freeze
Layered somber clouds boil threaten downpour
That will dampen out on the porch's ease

Just a few minutes to gather my thoughts
Settle down in the cold, biting, damp air
All the stresses, disappointment life brought
To the true, living God who reigns, rules fair

Fairness in diamond buried deep contained
In layers of earth waiting to surface
By hands of God releases unrestrained
Diamond in rough waiting place in palace

Speak to me, Lord, help the diamond's facets
Help me grow, Lord, fill me with your nuggets

In honor of Brian Strand
Contest: Our choice up to fourteen
Penned by:Sara Kendrick
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Glory Be To God And His Saving Kingdom

Like a second voice that longs to be heard 
Through the veins of my secondary mind 
You stand at the shoal of my soul’s imbed 
And bid me close to love, you’re undefined 
A treble energy that colors in sublime  
You are divinely large and easy to find 
We reflect one another like twin dimes 
Watering the heart with intercessory kind 

Heaven can wait, for you know me inmate   
I stand at the door of your heart and knock 
You’re my angel of mercy and I am your fate 
I am the intimate friend, you cannot defrock 

Come in and death shall have no dominion,
Glory be to God, and his saving kingdom;

For contest:
August 31, 2014

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Leadership through trust

The smile of a child,trying to climb on his foot,
trusts the mother to hold on ,and that builds his youth.

the child as a youth moves on every possibility
trusting on his teacher and his reliability

Then the life takes the youth to the next level,
challenging his credibility and making him face hell.

Along with experience he learns the legacy,
that trust is more when there is intimacy.

Slowly by pace the trust grows cent by cent
with gradual involvement and engagement.

Then there's a task and a timeline to keep,
and he finds trust works very well in a partnership

And finally the task is achieved and a smile on his lips,
The glory is great ,and such simple is the skill of leadership.

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A little piece of heaven

Flowers to us,may teach
as to them,our fingers reach,
of God's love,they preach

Flowers to us,so bright
colours to fill our sight,
reveal to us,God's delight

Flowers each day to inspire,
igniting poetic fire,
God's poiema,never tire

Flowers,that smell so sweet,
good enough for us to eat,
'til that day,God we'll meet

Changed in a moment,our bodies too
on that earth and heaven, new

inspired by Christina Rossetti poem Lillies of the field

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We strive to live as though we’re in heaven –
a state of continuous joy and bliss –
complaining about news at eleven
that tells us about things that are amiss.
We don’t concern ourselves with others’ plights,
except through seasonal contribution.
We don’t want to be troubled by their fights;
we’ll wring our hands only in ablution.
And even the causes that we support
We back by giving our voice to a blog
or following, like a favorite sport,
convictions of our chosen demagogue.
Nothing on Earth can change the opinions
we hold onto like contented minions.

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Someone disturbs me

Someone disturbs me in my sleep that I met him 1st time.
What's his name, where he lives i don't know why do I ask?
Everyone in my family loves me do I need to know about this task?
people call it love to enjoy someone's company in dream's rhyme.
Unseen passage, hardest part to find on earth only in a hymn.
When I found him, he was with someone I ignored that all,
He was my target I lost my sense and attached me for a call,
I never thought a smoke will fire above with my little chime.
I heard my friend was claiming I'm on wrong spot and time.
Sentiments counted me a rogue they claimed it as a crime. 
A married man or a partner lives with someone what's wrong?
if others fall in love and trying to ruin his personal belong.
Hard to find in someone's smile he is vacant or occupied,
When you gripped in one's clinch that breaks you a matter wide.

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Heavenly dream made a reality

Upon the spoken word, upon silver wings,
There was a message written to me, sent by my king.
A love song so sweet, my heart could not resist,
I fell for the one; I was made for but missed.
He sang of great redemption, of mercy, of grace,
A foreign language it was to me, I felt uneasy, out of place.
The wrongs I held on to, the sadness the pain,
Simple things really, trying to keep me from my way.
The emotions overwhelming, I collapsed to my knees,
The only feeling I could muster, was the one to appease.
For knowing I was better than the life I was leading,
I had to exceed every expectation, I knew I was fleeing.
He always held me close, through the disappointment and extreme,
Knowing that one day, I’d look back and it’d seem such a dream.
For he always held a plan for me, that I had failed to recognize,
My Lord showed me my world, as it seems through unseen eyes.
Forever I’ll feel in debt to him, although he’ll never hold me to it,
Because he always loved me for who I was, he always held me through it.
-micaiah Price

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At Odds

Researchers seeking solutions can’t say
things are the way they are because of God.
From Spirit, scientists must shy away
or risk their labors be seen as slipshod.

The fraction of them considered devout
must keep their studies apart from belief,
not daring to proselytize about
what brings their natures comfort and relief.

Faith remains outside their explanations,
despite convictions which may be affirmed.
No matter what profound implications,
their answers must be physically termed.

They want to know God’s thoughts, yet they resist
even acknowledging God could exist.

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Sarah's Sonnet

Sarah sat shoulders slumped as the kitchen rocker
Squeaked against the wooden floor 
Smells paraded in front of her
Onions sizzled in the heavy black skillet 
Complimented by the seasoned liver as it 
Quickly bloodied the flour while the gravy formed 
Would the memories devour her?
Lawrence leaped before her like a hologram
His Buddha face slightly smiling
“I’m going for hamburger and French fries”
His voice was playful even in demands
He dribbled the ball, spun, snatched the keys from the hook,
Opened and slammed the door and bounded down the stairs
And she turned to the stove never to see him alive again.

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Great is the Day

Great is the day when a song you hear.
It makes your spirit soar through wind.
Great is the day when your time begins.
It makes you wake up and hoot a cheer.
Great is the day when it is a new year.
It makes you back to where you been.
Great is the day to manage a few grins.
It will put you into another hemisphere.
Great is the day just to be,
A part of a world that sings!
Great is the day just to see,
A wondrous mix of things!
Great is the day,
Is all I can say!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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A Widow

A widow of a prophet who feared God
Came to the strong prophet Elisha
With a problem of her creditor's prod
He would take her sons; place on docket

The widow asked for Elisha's wise help
He asked her, "What did she have in the house?"
She said, "nothing save a pot that oil held."
She was deficient in goods since death of spouse

Elisha gave her wise council that day
Borrow empty vessels from friends and all
Then enter your home, close the door and stay
Pour oil until all are filled great and small

A Holy Spirit filled widow had faith
Her cup was filled 'til overflowed with grace

In the Bible Oil can represent the Holy Spirit
She was filled with the Holy Spirit for she 
sought out the Prophet of God for help and 
not ordinary man..

It was a miracle that happened but also 
it was an allegory...

Based on II Kings 4
I used three different translations of the Bible

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The Great Light

The sunrise in dullness lies on eastern horizon
Nothing spectacular about the sky
A little time before duties have begun
Small amount of  space to think about why

To think about the coming son who will
Set this captive free from the chains of sin
A little color on horizon still
No longer dull but some purple_apricot begin

Brillant apricot at fireball's center
My window boxes need watering now
Some of the plants wilting has occured
Sun now is up gold light filters through boughs.

The sun has revealed fog that was hidden
Thank you God for great light by son given...

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Free Will Dove

Clouds have amassed dampness fills the spring air
Two flocks of Blackbirds meet in sky unite
Put on a ballet for me, then begin to pair
In the tallest Pecan Tree clustered no fight

When in flight, they looked like schools of small fish
Surfing the sky, those Blackbirds seem so small
To God do we seem like grasshoppers whishing
No! He knows each of us by name one and all

Even before we're knitted together
He loved us so much that he gives free will
We can chose to love him and others
Or we can deny and His Presence kill

Spring such a lovely time_birds meet, mate, love
People a lovely creation, free will dove___

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Articles Of Faith

Words, words, words, so many pained expressions,
Oh! Just how lovers have written of you!
Aspirations proved false silk impressions,
Drawn letters all attempting to be True.
Beauty's broken by the same hands that hold:
The sincere endeavour of little boys
At a remove, passion from plastic molds'
Share in the play of broken toys.
Put together, they're a teeming horde,
Read like rubber, a riot that longs, longs,
As greeting card signatures 'cross cardboard,
How they've tried their hands at poems, odes, and songs;
    Worthless whispers about some wraith,
    Words naught but artless articles of faith.

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As a Day Passes

As Days Passes 
On my way home after doing battle with Portuguese
bureaucracy which is something out of Kafka where
laws oppose another and a simple process can go 
on for twenty year; there was a halt in the traffic.
 A funeral procession, somber faces, dark suits and
white blouses under summer sun. And when traffic
    resumed people were driving slower than usual. 
     Thought of the notable scientist who claimed that 
    there was life after death. Of course he was vilified 
    by other scientist as they are trained not to believe 
    in what cannot be proven  I´m cynical too his assertion 
    but have lived long enough not to depreciate 
    anyone´s opinions, only for the curious reason that 
    the kingdom of souls must be a crowded place. 

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God Hates Critics

Once God had rested from His creation,
He wanted to get Adam’s opinion
of creatures that were Earth’s population. 
To God, Adam was more than His minion.

“Whatever you call each will be its name,”
He said, “and you will have full dominion
and freedom to go naked without shame,
and do what you will; I will not pinion.
But do not touch the garden’s centerpiece --
your life will be the penalty for this.
It violates the one term of your lease.
I can’t stress this with too much emphasis,
because, once you can tell good from evil,
you’ll throw the whole thing into upheaval."

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Kryziu Kalna Gerbkime

Crushed by their godless creed,or so they thought,
But your nation at heart bravely resisted and fought.
Networks of spies and traitors were placed all around,
Thereby they believed you would be kept down.
With coercive restraint and armoured might
They were firmly convinced that grim was your plight

But near Siauliai on a hill was a seed sown
Crowded clusters of crosses were planted and steadily grown.
Bulldozers were sent in to lay them all low
Again and again a new crop did show
Till at last the standards of Christ
Made the powerful powerless and ready for flight.

To the strength and faith of your nation,all hail.
May your faith  and your strength always prevail.

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My Angel's Touch

I haven’t had a marvelous reveal.
I haven’t died and seen Heavenly light.
Although I’ve heard stories from those who have
Or read about them with greatest delight.
There was a moment in long ago youth,
An instance that’s stamped in my fond recall,
When I felt an over-powering peace,
As though I was wrapped in protective shawl.
This feeling came to me without drama
And without a reason that I can divine,
But when others tell of guiding angels,
I can say that I have been touched by mine.
That remembered moment from early year
Has been my strong protector from all fear.

By; Joyce Johnson 3/26/12

Won an 8th

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the Astronaut

As certain as I see the world below
some things I'd overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can't allow what time remains to waste.

 What God's become, because we've let it be,
would change if only you'd see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight--most delicate a view.

To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what's beneath our feet
was made by One who knows more than we know.  

 My question's not to ponder as to how
   God made the world--but how to save it now.

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The Lilly (of Salvation)

                      Thousands of freshly cut lilies in bloom
                           Signify life and a promise of peace
               Three days gone by then they opened the tomb
                    Christ Jesu arise, from sin you release 
             From flower so precious, falls lone raindrop
            Reminds all who love ye to praise thy name 
            Prince full of glory and love that shan't stop 
            Precious Lord Jesus ye healèd the lame 
              Lilies so white without blemish or mark 
               Son of the Father ye loosèd the chain 
              Heart led by peace, ye destroyed Prince of Dark 
                Death upon Calv’ry, left children unstained 
                Lilly that shines like the Halo of Lamb 
                 Lord Jesus, descendant of Abraham  

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Randomly Selected

I randomly selected you for a treat.
A delightful surprise for the meek.
It is my breaths of large you seek.
You discovered your fate of feat.
I brought you to a judgment seat.
And books of life you took a peek.
Then in heaven you found the leak.
Then the drums rolled and they beat.
You were in awe to say the least.
So was I in looking at your face.
It is to the west as it is to the east.
But definitely a different place.
Many were absolutely ejected and rejected,
But you my dear were randomly selected.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Spiritual Peace

I find my place of spiritual peace

Again, just when I feel I never will.

There is a sense of freedom and release.

I can’t know all the answers, but am still


In touch with The Divine, and that is real.

We’re all connected.  Life is precious, and

Life doesn’t end with death.  Sometimes we feel

A presence, and we come to understand


That nobody who’s ever been has gone.

The spirits of those who we’ve loved remain.

They will protect us – help us to go on.

There is almost a beauty in the pain.


Although sometimes I find it hard to trust,

Truth’s constant.  Feel the patterns in the rust.

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It all came to me simply right out of the blue.
I was up against those war raging winds again.
I rose up to a failure of my life way back when.
But it was just like that and immediately I knew.

Abba they cry to my Father , Please! Please renew.
We are just crying out for we all come through sin.
We’re sin sick and do not honor where we’ve been.
It is in the air it is in the water it is definite parvenu.

Give me my purpose give me meaning for being in this.
I will absorb it and transform it to thought of my matter.
I shall come out negative or positive still blowing a kiss.
My thoughts my feelings my life already utterly a shatter.

Devastatingly! I have been denied,
Yet, miraculously! I have survived.

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Crying Out - 2

Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.

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There is a piece of you,
And there’s a piece of me,
One over there you see,
And one over here to,
As the sky is blue,
As a bumbling bee,
It is a He and She.
I do, I do, I do.
In them,
In those,
It’s Him,
He knows.
The embodiment of love,
Embodied from up above!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Clouds Of The Hour

The wind stirs as a very soft zephyr 
Heavy solid gray clouds amassed
Needing to release some water droplets
But this too in a few days will have passed

A new system will come in_dominate
The area, rule with power
Only right now we know not what
Can only see the clouds of the hour

It is quiet for now, no roosters crowing
No frogs croaking, just one cricket
It is that eerie feeling of quiet
Before storm, last bleat of lamb in thicket

We as humans don't know the future
Our only hope is in the Living God's assurance

I know the count is not right..

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Sonnet 1

Love taketh my heart and soul
    it recaptured my trust
never again shall I stand sole
    for your love, is lust
I learned not to love
   Thy heart cast melancholy melodies inside
Thy love is love that is only loved by the man above
   For love isn't a vied
My heart seems to haste
   yet I suffered
Unquestionably your love can be replaced
   When love comes to push and shove, I defer
As lies come across my ears
   As much as my pulverized heart been through
I learned to put off love as it corker, belittlement, and depressed me for years
   Thy heart day by day grew

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Diogenes in search

Diogenes holds a lantern
Hypnotized- the faint light
Eyes search all nooks and turn
Desire in them makes them bright

Drank no voda only lie and deception
Hegemonized- lost- sick of hunger
Pathologized- TRUTH the only medication
Unconscious he is with thirst growing stronger

But, egregious- incorrigible or glib
It’s all he finds- the chronic liars
The consummate and congenital lie lay down deep
Inveterate they are unconscionable buyers

He’s finished his search in Athens
Hope’s alive! The hill thus flattens

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She has vanished from my life but not my mind
Without warning or trace
I should have expected this for this is my life defined
Once clear on the future but now confused by a face.
My love was a fairytale 
Which she would not believe in
Yet she wont release me from this cage,
These bonds of Love that are my only sin.
Now its over, gone but not forgotten.
This has been my story too many times
Now I am tired of being bitten
Of being the victim of passionate crimes
Of paying the price for my own misfortunes 
And of those who lay my heart to ruins.

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Free Spirit

 There are things I’ll never be
  Things that I’ll never know
    Places that I’ll never see
    Seeds that I’ll never sow

      But I reckon that’s ok
     I reckon it’s just as well
      For I now live in today
     Breaking addictions spell

     I’m happy with who I am
       I’m happy with my life
      For the Lord I’m a lamb
       A husband to my wife

What has truly set my spirit free?
I accepted Jesus Christ unto me

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Fear Not The Darkness

Fear Not The Darkness

Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave
 laugh at the folly of living to save
Treasures on your greed filled list
 dance as if death does not exist

Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed
 let heart seek comfort not stir greed
Strike the fear from your lost soul
 dream of another very precious goal

A love that blesses all that which matters
 leaving behind the failings that shatter
A gift so often found when one looks away
 creating a heart that never ever strays

Fear not changes that send a greater life
 cut away such fear with a spirited knife...

Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014

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Drawn To You

The softness of your quiet voice
penetrates my spirit with utmost clarity –
For being drawn to you
comes more than naturally.

The constant woes of earthly cares
lack all meaning and worth
when I’m consumed by Your presence
and experience my spiritual rebirth.

Despite the magnificent beauty
of this planet’s garden fields,
I would willingly exchange it
for the brilliance that Heaven yields.

Since I’m captivated by The Light,
being drawn to You is... the sweetest of delights.

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Elijah and the Priests of Baal,
wanted to see whose God was true.
They built two altars on Mount Carmel.
The real God would send fire from the blue.

The priests sacrificed an animal.
They prayed, chanted, cut their arms and rocked.
But, from the sky, no fire fell,
While Elijah, pointed and mocked.

Finally, it was Elijah's turn.
He poured water on the altar,
then prayed, and fire fell down to burn,
the altar and even the water.

He ordered the priests put to the sword,
for defiling the land of the Lord.

(1 Kings 18:17-40)

For the "contest contest"

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We love when where hurt
We burn with out a sound
So when lights give way to the dark
Don't run away
We love when the rain calls
When the nights moan
And time shatters into the ebisk of self consciences
Shattered into pieces and fractions of fractured screams
That echoes through the past, waking the regret we've shunned
And when it comes
Shocked are we
To find a stranger in the pond
Forced in to a submission
"But when?"

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protection of God

how fortunate that we have this God
that's in need of our protection
when heathens question heaven's code
and upset all our introspection

maybe God's in a midlife crisis,
so we jump up to kick some infidel ass
nothing major, but enough to entice us
since Lucifer waved it off with a pass

God we believe, bellowed "more war"
omnipotence obviously makes more sense
to assuage what he'd come here for
when we've really got no recompense

we must act in name of...well never mind
'cause God can't tolerate being maligned

© Goode Guy 2012-03-19

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I Follow Thee, Thy Shepherd

The lamb it walketh silent to the Staff,
Thy God, thy cloak to veil the eager ear.
And sound, in birth, it waketh unto wrath
To cast thy God and bring me o'er to hear.

But deaf in Earth brings music heavens high
And in thy ear this world shant whisper fault.
For oh thy Staff he leadeth me on nigh.
The wake of Sound, it trembles as to halt.

In deep of silence thou shall find thy King,
Oh ears of flesh'ed lords who lost the taste.
How beautiful to hear the mute voice sing
When numbness in thy ear thou blindly chase.

For God, thy Staff, Thy Veil, Thy silent Peace,
I follow thee, thy Shepherd as do sheep.

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Missing in Love

They made a pact before he went off to war
That on his return they would  wed
He became missing in action in a land so hostile and far
She cried when she heard the news they had alleged

The disappointment drove her over the edge
Turning to alcohol to relieve her pain
Saddened by the broken pledge
Now she would never see him again

But he had been rescued and did return
He searched for her from sunrise till setting sun
Of her whereabouts he was fain to learn
But the one he loved had become a nun

He was depressed, his heart broken in two
And to a higher power she had become faithful and true

For Paula's "Pact" contest

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What if

What if you opened that door
when you heard His voice
and made this choice
What lies in store?

After He enters in
and forgives your sin
what lies in store,
after you open that door?

New life now,and then,
when we begin again;
Truth sets us free,
His perspective to see

Placed as a son and co-heir..
open that door ..if you dare

inspired by Rev 3:20

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Just can't fix

The heart something duct tape just can not fix                															Spirit but there is One I Hope it clicks                                             												                                                    '                                                                                                                                          Broken without repair to a friend mine           															like the roll I would give loves at all-times    															'                                                                                                                                                               Jesus more than brothers He in the cliques     															Master repairer of contrite's transfixed  																                                                                                                                                                          '                                                                                                                                                         My friend a place duct tape won't stick holds kind                                                               The One sets us free and a Friend who binds 															                                                                  -                                                                             by John Beam

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Praise be-
             God made me
Praise be-
           Jesus set me free
Praise be-
     Holy Spirit helps me,free-to-be
Praise be-
       with new eyes I see
Praise be-
   a kingdom  child,I,yours,truly
Praise be-

As in worship,these hands I raise
from this mouth,these words in praise

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Tortured mind that begets vague foreboding,
nebulous thoughts that twist into despair,
reason into mania eroding,
as grimaced lips mumble a nameless prayer.

Guilt as guillotine slices all reason
as blame pierces the faith that once was true,
voice of accusation cries out “Treason!”
for telling taboo secrets about you.

Dark winds howl as winter’s night surrenders
to vanquished faith obscured in pallid light.
Decanted soul, despondency renders
to shadows writhing past all hope in sight.

Yet morning sun in mercy and good cheer,
emits dawn’s light to chase away all fear.

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Wholly God

I know existence is eternity;
that it is fleeting is but a facade.
I know that life is more than what we see.
I know that altogether we are God.
I know that part cannot contain the whole: 
In literal terms, one small grain of sand
cannot convey the Earth’s entire soul,
but still it’s true constituent of land.
The prayers inside my head I know are heard
but not by Someone hidden in a cloud;
a God outside myself just seems absurd.
We all are with Divinity endowed.
I don’t mean Deity’s just in our heads,
but God is like the Fabric; we’re the threads.

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World Peace

Let the Sun rise itself in the East.
And set itself down in the West.
Let your patience begin the test.
Of this arising wondrous beast!

Come, let us feast!
Tribulation is at its best.
And there’s no time to rest,
Come, let us be least!

Open your eyes and look to see.
Open your heart and feel it beat.
Of what is becoming of you and me!
We are sitting on the designer’s seat.

Up under your two feet time shall cease.
On a footstool surrounded by world peace!

® Registered: 2006   Ann Rich

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The Heavens Shine God's Glory

The Heavens Shine God’s Glory

From the glory of God shines life-giving light.
Absorbed by the strong and the weak.
And His golden glow warms from above,
Providing nourishment each life must seek.

Speedwell thrives, as does each yellow rose,
Because of the creator's wise designs.
And the sun shines down to rejuvenate
Living things as it has all through times. 

From the heavens above, each cloud smiles,
The sun rays pass through, shining down.
And the yellow rose with its golden sheen
Bears a thorny, beautiful crown.

And so it is each day begins here upon the earth.
God above welcomes the living, giving each day new birth.

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I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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And Through It All

I sit alone surrounded by the dark
As all of these thoughts rush right through my brain
All that's heard are my screams, yells, and my barks
And once the clouds turn gray it starts to rain
Fighting and screaming just looking to cry
As they sit there laughing at my expense
And all I see is hatrid in their eyes
Their reactions ar merely just suspense
Anxiety had now controlled my life
The pain and fears would strike at any time
As if only being stabbed with a knife
All this worry should really be a crime
This all could have been seen as a plea
But through it all I've found the real me.

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The Promise of Faith

A moon comes again when the sun takes flight
Broken or whole she cuddles arid night
And when the land is dried by bitter winds
She lifts the tides and dews so longer arms
Are found by love to stay a world that spins
Between two poles of days whip'and night's charms
I drink its perfume like a promise sworn
Feel the tensions fall and the mind upborne

So seve me the sweet spirit of my faith
The calmer of my rumbled care, I wait
The rising tides of fortune that will take
My soul from the vanity of blanched day
And before my Creator partake
Of honeyed feasts fed to immortal clay

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sonnet too

I touched upon a dream perfectly chorographic 
as a ballet troupe of sardines avoiding predators.
A dance where no one applauds and everyone 
is a loser, sad except for the mysterious beauty
 of shimmering silver in a bottle- green ocean. 

I touched upon a dream sparkling as fizzy wine
bobbles clung to cool glass disappearing with 
plop- a momentarily rush of happiness- murmour 
of voices; then the wine was still, yet for a second
the of mysterious wonder is remembered.  

I touched upon a dream cold as a winter forest,
blue, frosty mist wrapped around trees; layers 
of snow on the lake of recollection, but one day
a mysterious flash; and all will be remembered.  

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My Darkest Childhood Memory

My void is the darkest penetration of childhood.
No memory at all before age of six so fair.
Thine memories might have been bad or good.
Mine has no glimpses, or comparison to share.
Thou shall say this may be a blessing so sweet.
Though my mind has no distinct recall to meet,
No shape of any kind, only fantasy for retreat.
Whilst I travel onward, I am lost in defeat.
My darkest childhood memory is none at all.
Mystery of things I have missed or recall.
I live on in the shadows that make me whole.
I waver on the balance of what does console.
This mind and soul with a spirit that will seek,
Diligently answers for future, my past is weak.

Written for

Sponsor Walayee Whitlock 
Contest Name My Darkest Childhood Memory 

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My Spiritual Will

My worldly possessions, I leave to whoever is alive.
My words, I leave to who shall ever care to read.
My prayers of hope, I give for all that do survive.
My thoughts, I have shared orally to fix a need.

I shall leave this world with no blood heirs.
However, I have loved many children with heart.
I leave no challenges undone, with only a few tears.
I leave this world, without regrets from the start.

I leave my soul to those who are in need.
My remains, I renounce to natures desire.
Thoughts, I have inspired to spread as seed.
Love of the simplistic ideals to fly higher.

A belief, humanity will continue to great heights.
A prayer, there will be no more un-humane plights.

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Awake Up To Thee

Up to thee in what your spirit will see.
Between you and me, it’s all that it can be.
Your heart and mind must be bound true.
For your soul to be given and saved too,

Each day that passes depends on what you say.
Depends on the faithful way that you display,
To be forgiven is design, forgiving divine.
Preparing for a sign, trying not to define,

Break not any sacred vow, though live for the now.
Take heed of what you plow, though watch your bow.
Humankind is so very frail, seek you own Holy Grail.
Remember that you may fail, but take up a new trail.

Golden bliss is what no one on earth wants to miss.
Awake and do not dismiss, or your destiny you shall remiss.

written for
Sponsor Brian Strand 
Contest Name UP TO THEE max 14 lines 

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Absolute Proof, Unvarnished Truth

(Italian Sonnet)

If men all spring from one, as now they claim
new studies prove beyond a skeptic’s doubt,
will those who scoff at God rise up and shout
to argue still with bated breath the same,
or hold their stance within a twisted frame?
Perhaps this news* the devil’s lies will rout
as truth itself slides home with heavy clout,
and fraud or pretense slink away in shame.

Which one of us would snicker up our sleeve,
but hope the world will reason well and long
and cynics ditch their purpose to deceive?
For if by one God has wrought the throng
and through his Son made effort to retrieve,
the premise now for man’s belief is strong.

*National Geographic reported DNA studies which
prove all men descended from one man about 60,000
years ago. Not reported in mainstream  media news.

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King of Annwvyn

His stature upon Pwyll he did impress,
In woolly grey clothing, a huntsmen’s dress,
Then spied the stag; he looked at Pwyll and claimed
‘I know thy name, O prince, but greet thee not!
Thou stole my kill and thou should be ashamed!’
Pwyll knew his deed was wrong; a dreadful thing,
He asked the huntsmen’s name to make amends,
The huntsmen said ‘Arawn, the Annwvyn King’
The prince then asked, ‘Lord, how can we be friends?’
The King then told a tale of war’s duress,
‘Pray, rid my lands of this oppressive lot!
Pray, rid my lands of Havgan!’ he proclaimed.
‘I will gladly,’ said Pwyll, ‘and friendship bring
I’ll bring Havgan’s wars to their bitter ends!’ 

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Yield to the heart that knows sure light;
Offer to be your own best friend;
Urge helps you start the poise of sight;
Reach what you see to niche fond trends.
Heed the calm hint that speaks of cheer;
Embrace the feel of zesty play;
Ask for bright tints to sparkle here;
Rest well and heal the feisty sway;
Trust joy to sing with happy touch.
Keep charming wit as each day rolls;
Now learn to bring more than a nudge;
Observe sure fit as dream unfolds;
Wise is the man who lives love dear;
Splendour now tends to faith that steers.

Leon Enriquez
30 June 2014

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Poetic Nuptials

My love you have found me in my proudest hour.
My dear I found you in my prayers so clear.
Soon we shall be bound in harmony of power.
Soon we shall be together in a bond so sincere.

Take my hand and promise to love me forever.
I take your hand and swear to cherish your heart.
Holding hands honoring each other in this endeavor,
Now we share words that can never be torn apart.

Looking into each other’s eyes, glistening in love,
Seeing each other’s hearts shine in heartfelt gold,
Standing so very close, watched by angels above,
We fold together for our binding kiss does unfold.

Bound in matrimony today, we placed our rings.
Upon each other’s fingers, now our passion sings.

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Lord hangs onto me some serious mercy now, 
I am aimed and directed aligned and straight. 
Be it so or be it may I am that God given trait. 
You will never once have to reveal for me how. 
I tell the truth all I have to say about it is Wow! 
If this isn’t just downright genius then it’s great. 
I can only imagine what all this will soon create. 
I must say for all this I shall indeed bend to bow. 
A-men to every single one of you! 
And praise your one supreme Lord! 
You know, I knew I always knew! 
My God, I am your flaming sword! 
You know Lord; you can do whatever you want with that locust, 
But I’m going to polish up on this sword keeping myself focused! 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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Doubtful to give into this passion
which should have not began, 
but it doesn't actually mean that I can  
let age hinder my intention.
I will express all the emotions twice
without faking any genuine smiles;
and whatever this experience inclines
me to be less cautious but wise, 
I should think of no other affection...
only laugh aloud and be delirious,
caressing a face prettier than any woman has
to feel the passionate feeling of devoted man.
Please accept what I am offering you today...
my promise will lead you to a life of endless joy!

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Never Enough

I’ve lived my life, not for me
I’ve lived my life for my family
Putting their needs always first
I am last, in this faithless curse

I’m a giver and never take
Yet I’m the one who’s so disgraced
My heart is pure and full of love
All I ask is help from above

The Lord had a special plan
The minute my life began
Why hasn’t it been employed?
For I feel my life is destroyed

I pray and pray that He will heal
All my wounds and all my ideals
I’m losing faith as time goes by
I’m losing hope and starting to die

I pray that Jesus will hear my pleas
I pray He’ll show them what he sees
Everything I do, is never enough
Everything I do, is never that tough

Open his eyes and let him see
That the woman in dire, is vainly me
Show him the sacrifices I have made
Show him how much I have prayed

Everything I do is never my best
Everything I do is a constant protest
Please help me Lord to remain strong
Please help him Lord, show him he’s wrong

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Faint Not Oh Saint

Man, when entirely engulfed
By the complexities of life,
Finds himself dreadfully jammed
By pressures massive, and faints.
When solutions of any kind
Inept to solve issues intricate,
And pain mounts to masses,
One slowly spins into a saint.
When courses of acumen initiates
Soothing echoes within, the saintly
Soul dives deep into blessed trance,
Blissful oblivion and absolute ease.
True, Pressure makes one faint,
But, wisdom turns him saint.

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The Battle at the Ford

A year and one day Pwyll lived as the king,
By day he’d hunt, by night he’d feast and sing,
Yet turn his back upon the lovely queen,
To show his loyalty as a king’s friend
Although the queen was as fair as he’d seen.
Then upon the appointed day he went
To the Ford to meet Annwvyn’s deadly foe
And there struck Havgan so his life was spent
After his victory, Pwyll had to go
To the glade where the men first planned this thing
And then at last their ruse was at its end.
On his return Arawn’s wife made comment
When the king allowed his passion to show
And learned how loyal his new friend had been.

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Sonnet 10

Come hither, and distance not thy stranger
Behold death upon his white horse leaping
Sir or mam will thou save me from danger
See thy which, a blind man or child weeping
      Eating weeds and dirt for comfort resting
      Drinking rain and bathing in its showers
      Am I not a neutered gory nestling
      In a flock of fairy friendly flowers
Grow thy heart and blessed be thy future
Deny not blessings angels do not offer
Or should thy accept a life of torture
Who knows what serpents I have to proffer

Help the angel who fell out of heaven?
Or the blind man who murdered eleven

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A Prayer for Father Hopkins

Pray for Margaret you Jesuit priest, 
   who wept for falling leaves but cast no blame.
   Her soul, as leaf-meal lies, is now the same
in Heaven she can now confront her beast. 
Oh! Grief, not sweet-or-sour, but only grief, 
   as man was born for blight  - same as our shame,
   you twist your words like in a parlor game.
In flown fine-flowers you found your relief.  

   My poor pocket of pence, poor pence of mine
pray! Pray for us, pray you Jesuit priest ---
   for motion of your heart, your heart is fine,
   with all your want you could not make pine, pine.
Yet, light you gave; you gave the light at least
to cast before us a poetic feast.

Gerard Manley Hopkins -1844-1889: 
Jesuit priest and poet. 
Father of sprung rhythm, he is a hard read but few poets have as much to teach 
in rhythm, language, style and many other aspects of poetry. 
Hopkins' health, both mental and physical, had always been delicate; he was 
prone to digestive problems and severe depression. 
Even though agnostic, I am always uplifted by Hopkins' inter-weaving of sound, 
the sweep and swing of words. His is poetry which attempts to break from the 
plodding regularity of french-influenced metrical verse. Hopkins brought back 
beat to English poetry, structuring his verse around stresses in a breath rather 
than metrical feet.

His work:

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Uplifting Life

Life--complex gift received of God's great hands;
No choice have we. When life begins we are
Unaware even that we live. The sands
In life's brief glass fall 'neath shepherding star.

Childhood's lessons, meant to chart roads ahead
Are painful memories, unfortunate,
For babes unwanted, ill, or filled with dread
Of abuse, born of souls degenerate.

Propelled by time's swift wave, proportional
Or not the hard trials that befall our way,
Our response we govern: build bitter walls
Or live knowing grief cannot joy outweigh.

I would not blame divine hands who life gave,
For on His kind palm me He did engrave.

Reference to Isaiah 49:16 ESV
Behold, I have engraved you on the palm of my hands;
your walls are continually before me.

July 9, 2014

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Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)

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Heart Warrior

As winter turns to spring I’ll see her there,
With eyes that cast aside my bashful mask,
And with a snowdrop’s kiss I am aware
The year ahead is now a simple task.
With eyes that cast aside my bashful mask,
My fingers feel the earth beneath my nails,
The year ahead is now a simple task,
She turns the wheel again so life prevails.
My fingers feel the earth beneath my nails,
While planting seeds to greet the summer sun
She turns the wheel again so life prevails,
I smile again as Brigid’s works is done
And with a snowdrop’s kiss I am aware 
As winter turns to spring I’ll see her there.

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The grace of all He is be with us all,
as surely as the end--the promised love
comes quickly as a thief--to bring the fall
of what the world's become--and singing of.

Behold how quickly comes--from Alphas flame
as naught can end unless it has begun
the light of one who's called a holy name
will light Jeruselum without the sun.

These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says--come--this is the day.

Those hearing all will come--from near and far
to David's own--a bright and morning star.

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I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008

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What mystery of life runs through  the mind,
exchanged, such glances, never meant to share,
to raise our heartbeats, if one's there to find,
and if we have the will to take the dare.

To rock the Casbah, is this sin a crime?
Or just beginnings for the world in need
Of change to Westernize all life and time,
to bury burqas where there is no seed?

To see and fall in love through satin thin,
how many have there been to die alone,
and how much beauty seen becomes a sin,
to men who have a heart of solid stone?

Tunisian girl, the world is now ... for you,
So Rock the Casbah, like it's coming true!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa

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Abba the father my heart cries out to you.
I am corner stoned with all I will ever be.
I reach high and climb the skies just to see.
I am in a world so confused it is hard to do.
Abba the father my soul just passes through.
I come to you and I am down on bended knee.
I have a soul begging for justice to be set free.
I am in a world where corruptions make new.
I am searching the distance,
Documenting my presence,
Absorbing life’s existence,
Developing omnipresence!
As this world shatters and shakes,
The Earth begins to violently quake.

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Sonnet IV

Fleeting moments suspended in freezing air,
     One-sided passion burning like a cigarette,
A taste of feigned innocence and feigned lack of care
     Moving to the music of dreams we will soon forget.
So tell me now; kiss the bottle and spin the girl.
     Our lips show off the unsecrets they know about
And greedily caress inspired skin, unfurl
     A thousand fleshy rose petals and what's left out:
Our sins in ashes of our bodies, smoldering
     Coals in retrospect. Dance in the flames that consume
Our thoughts and actions-a distant sense of folding,
     A closer sense of cloud cover: impending doom.
Our bodies touch, they bloom, and quickly they will wilt
Upon the gravestones of the emotions we killed.

"Sonnet IV"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

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Branwen's Whisper

You have walked with me through shadows of life,
And eased my heart through times of pain and strife.
O goddess of love and beauty I pray
The dearest Lady of the cauldron’s lake
Let your loving grace shine on earth today.
As I lose myself in Cambrian hills,
I see your beauty haunting vales and trees,
And as the land to the ocean’s shore spills
I see your wonder in the rolling seas.
As I wander along this sacred way
Recalling blessings with chalice and knife
I know your love will ease my hunger’s ache
I pray everything I do fulfils
The destiny you whispered on a breeze.

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Saying No To The Devil

I was traveling down the road one starless night
Looking for some peace of mind to set me right
When who should block my path but Lucifer himself
He cackled at me vainly from his hillside shelf

"Oh child" he said "things will be fine if this you'll do-
Give me your soul and you can start your life anew"
He raised his pitchfork-with a smile began to hiss
I got lost for a moment as I pondered this

I thought about his offer but my heart told me
If I gave my soul to him I'd never again be free
For a time my troubles certainly would quell
But someday I'd have to endure the flames of Hell

He wasn't happy with my answer I must say
Screamed and cursed my name as I began to pray

**for contest The Devil Made Me Do It

sponsored by Thvia Shetley

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Turning Point

In solitude they left me all alone,
No one to wipe my tears or hear my prayer;
I felt them leave me to the darkest night,
My strength of pride could not confess my fright,
Believing there was no one left to care
Their sacred heart had long since turned to stone.
In loneliness I found the time to think,
To look for answers that made sense of me,
Within darkness I saw thy silver ray,
The beckoning light that leads me thy way,
And in the distance I saw destiny,
My goddess saved me from destruction’s brink.
Now I know, when I see the moon above,
My destiny; your legacy of love.

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Jew #14

Like cheap market cloth in dirt-stained cheap hands
Love's been abused, narrowly defined, broken
Like a cistern into selfish small strands
Until its only a silly token
Of our greed. But I see God image still
In you, a high and vaulted beauty bright
Like Judean star top a quiet hill
And I drink the inner peace of your light
And let your wisdom teach my anxious soul
To trust, and patience in they realm of joy
Improves my faith, frees me of dross alloy
And stand me before the ancient promise gold
Jew, you are ever love to me, my eyes
Await you like tides wait the moon to rise.
O that God dilate the heart of men like dreams
That bring them face to face with fantasies
They mistake for love. O that sense redeems
Them from their faults and inaccuracies
By which they compare my truth to their claims
And cheapen my passion with fleshly needs
For my love all worth of cold earth exceeds
And she who claims it above mortal flames
Another sun that galaxies do chase
Without satisfaction of her embrace

For we created once, redeemed again
Incubate forever his image new
Become the purpose for sunshine and rain
Sacred vessels among the chosen few
So gift from God I exalt you above
The sun, the moon, the stars as my true love
We sensible beyond skin and flesh proclaim
A richer treasure in our clay carved frame
The place from which all joy exults, the core
Of songs eternity. I love you more
Than palace troves of wealth, more than sweet time
Seducing still my heart, and your smiles chime
The hours of my happiness, the tower
Of my care. And yet, you but a flower,

Sweeter than a silly girl's tear, you are
The jewel of my heart's garden, my dear
Rare in earth's botany, fresher by far
For youth in you cannot the seasons sear.
Love is the blending of our two hearts, when
You are rose then I am soil, feeding you
The substance of my heart. If a song, then
I am every sweet note that rapture you
And if only human, then, Adam again
I yield myself, and rib, and all I am
Even against your wrong I be your lamb
For to be so our life is long ordain ...
Kiss me then like wild comet's fire, I will
Supply your breath like atmosphere. Hold me
Close in the tide of your desire, and still
We will move to life sweetest symphony
For we are blended, love, like salt and sea
And find in each love's true identity 

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Psalm of Exaltation

I will sing of mercy and judgment, unto thee,
O Lord, will I sing. A wanderer from the way
Of right, self exalted in a fool's glow of vanity
I scoffed at you my king, 'til death and decay
Drove me from the folly's fruit to open again
The door of my wounded heart. O sweet rain
Of light, O quivering dove of uncloven love
You exit your bright portals of heaven above
To dwell in my mortal muddle of mud. O let
My mute tongue milk the jubilation of praise
Let your power reclaiming ransomed breath
Lift up my fired pedestal extolling your ways.
O God, take all, and be my love's everything
Bearer of my cross, High Rock, and my King. 

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You looked too deep where no one's seen before
into the very deepest part of me
where hides my very breathing soul and more
I'd not allowed the world to even see.

You made your way right through my heart and mind
and opened doors I thought were locked up tight
through mazes quite complex that twist and wind
into what makes me tick, but out of sight.

The walls came tumbling down--you stripped me bare
between two heartbeats you came all the way
to see my greatest fear that trembled there
and then you let me know you wouldn't stay.

I sit and look out windows to no where
and think of all the nothing that is there.
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)

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Enchanted Voice

His wisdom found behind illusion’s dreams,
With magic and music combined in song,
He leads Man from the grasp of greedy streams
The druid god among the divine throng.
Whilst in the trees we hear his battle screams
He drew his blade so the lapwing could fly
Through azure skies above the wondrous Earth
So Man could hear the joy as the deer sigh.
Now as I wander through the forest lands
I seek the unknown things that he gave worth
I look again when roaming the dune sands
The breath of life that is a son of Don
I seek with my lips, my eyes and my hands
To see the beauty that Gwyddion won.

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The dead will speak, if open is your mind,
but do not hope, if hope's not all of you,
forever though it seems, one night you'll find,
persistance is the tool that pulls it through.

Sabbatical thy nature; evil rein.
Supremacy of thought, the constant flow,
An opening to life, that brief Beltaine,
the window through all time, desire to  know.

The Devil to his day, his time is near.
You feel it, death the constant, life the bore,
you must light one black candle, while you're here,
to sap the power you've been looking for.

Breathe deeply--light the candle if it's black
but realize, there'll be no turning back

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Lady of Annwfn

In sacred temples at the dawn of love,
shalt thou tak'st my hand, oh queen of the night,
from thine chalice let me sup thereof
reveal my soul to thine own divine light.

In peaceful gardens where thine orchid blooms,
thou tak'st my open heart in thine embrace,
release my dreams in swirls of laced perfumes,
and lift my face to gaze upon thine grace.

While fragrant candles flick their amber flame,
upon thine altar lies my destiny,
as senses burn in fire for thee to claim, 
thine kiss, my queen, shall bring my harmony.

My whole forever thine own to command,
as, goddess, thou came down and took'st my hand.

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Jewel of the Sea

The beauty found within the summer flow’rs
As rival kings battle with solstice pow’rs
A daughter of gods who rule the wild sea
Creiddylad, promised as a wife to be
Gwythr her betrothed love, a deity.
Yet Gwyn stole her away to be his own,
So Oak and Holly kings’ battle has grown.
All for the love of the Queen of the May,
They fight on every solstice day
Dark against Light as the eternal way.
Their story told in Shakespeare’s tale of King Lear,
And in Pagan rites of Litha and Yule,
The old battle goes on year after year
As summer and winter each comes to rule.

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Divine Horses

Where wild horses thunder she can be found 
Bestowing to our kings the royal ground,
Their oath as solemn as any marriage vow
In ancient rites by which they are still bound.
If flowing equine manes seen in a glance
She is there by more than mere circumstance
Epona, goddess of fertility
Can we feel her blessings or be mumchance?
Yet also seen as a nymph of warming springs
The gentle caress where e’er nature sings
Like the wild horses there’s no holding her
But we can still see what her message brings
I pray I find the need deep within me,
Her desire to be running wild and free

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Anywhere we look there are signs if decadence:
from teens rebellion to perversion and violence;
didn't God clearly state, " Honor your parents? "
Have His words gone unheeded as many proverbs?
Unruly children, don't be easily stirred to anger,
take time to listen and you may learn to bear:
it's not that cool talk on a dangerous street corner...
there, evil grows and gives hearts great power.
I grew up in a God-fearing home, where prayers were a must,
and kindness a required gesture to implement trust;
no tantrums were allowed when foul rage burst...
all you heard was, " Bow your head and pray to the Holy Ghost! "
Dare to ask me, if I am extremely glad to have listened and obeyed;
try to embarrass me with derisive remarks, or make me feel bad!

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            VAMPYRE WEDDING                               
I make you mine tonight, to have and hold,         
   to lie forever in this love I feel,                         
I bring an end to ever growing old,                         
   and close your eyes, to all that is not real.               
I give you love, that others never know!        
   The joy of life found only in its end!                     
And dressed in love, we go, as we must go,                  
   into the dark! The night! The only friend!                  
I give you death! Then take you ev'rywhere!                
   To know all things; and answer to no-one!               
To have it all! To do as you would dare!
    within the dark, where life has surely gone!                
        I make you mine! I sink my teeth into          
        your waiting flesh, and drink the love of you!

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A Christian Bio

Good new,good news He said to me
'I have the power to set you free'
'Come ,along this path we'll walk',
I listened closely as He talked;
Eternal life and 'new life' within
upon Him I place my sin,
peace,wholeness and integrity
Free to become uniquely me;
Empowered to make a fresh start.
Placed as a son,I became a part,
co-heir within His kingdom life
no more to struggle with inner strife.

Good news,so true a message clear
I turned back to God,and banished fear.

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More drama drifts as the curtain lifts 
Centering some stigma away from enigma 
Gold shines within obscurity the mind sifts 
And we digest the donation of driving dogma 

We could form our own opinion 
But learning levees our dominion 
We're already perfect, no need to voice 
All the world wants is our choice 

So let others roar what we are looking for 
The decision's retrieval should stay primeval 
Don't try to explore how they're taking the floor
Choose the lesser of evil in propaganda's upheaval

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In Silence

Here in silence there is no single voice;
No sound but trees that whisper to the ground
And touch the soul with spiritual embrace.
Here in silence a heart can sing, rejoice
In beauty that shines from natural ground
And echoes love we share with Mother Earth,
In ev’ry flower eyes can glimpse her grace.
Here in silence a prayer can make its choice,
A soul that lost its way at last is found
Because I saw the beauty in her face,
Here in silence the moment of rebirth,
My heart began to beat, I came alive.
It’s in her love I feel both joy and mirth
And know there is nothing I’ll not survive!

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The Choice

My Lady taught me well beneath the sky
That mine is not to fear eternal flame
For fear won’t lead me to her realm’s divine.
To fear her words and never ask her why
Condemns my soul with no one else to blame
As choices made, they must truly be mine.
Yet if I hunger for her paradise
She’ll cast me out without a second glance
For I’m not worthy to be at her side.
So I must learn the ways of ancient wise
And let her lead me in her wondrous dance
Across skies, where she is my celestial guide.
I love my Lady for herself, alone
She will not deny me, I am her own.

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A Blessing

From out of darkness Mother, we call thee!
In stormy winds, reveal thy destiny
Amid the holy fire and cleansing flame
Release a crying soul and set it free.
With pow’rs of seas we pray our ways reclaim
For we are children of the cauldron wame
O Mother of the silent Earth, hear our call,
As we dance, we sing, we drum in thy name.
We come together in sun and rainfall,
In winter snow, we come together, all,
From the deepest valleys to ocean shore,
In vibrant green forests and mountains tall.
And in worship, thy blessings come to be
From the darkness Mother, we call thee!

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Inlove With Her And Novacaine

Never knew love the way I know it now
Never will I know even when I ask how
She left and that was all
I'm trying desperately to climb outside this wall
I grip the roses stem and blood drips down my wrist
I drop to the floor, put my hands on my forehead while in a fist
We shared an oath from our lips to Gods ears
I placed myself in front of her knife to the heart to quench her fears
It killed me to love and lose
I'm losing sleep so I smash my clock back to snooze
I can't believe I thought she was the one to save me
It turns out she was the one to enslave me
My trust ran deep like blood coursing through her vein
I need to numb the bitter taste so I use novacaine
The thought of her is making my heart race
My walls are gone and now I have too much space
I think my loss is starting to hit me
I can't breathe at the thought that she will forget me
I fall from my knees with my face sideways on the floor
I grip the rose tighter & tell myself I don't want to love evermore
I'm fighting the truth and reality at this time
I'm in too deep, I'm too weak to climb
I feel a cold running through my veins followed by a last chill
My eyes are awake yet my body lie still
The lights are dimming and my life is flashing in spurts
I guess this is what it means when they say love hurts...

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Black Bird

The Lord of prophecy and artistic word
Returning silent life to the war dead
Before he too, came to lose his own head
The cauldron-god with wings of a black bird.
For seven years foreseeing Harlech’s fate
And then four score and seven more in Gwales
In music, art and song he shared his many tales
That traversed time and space to where we wait.
Bran the Blessed keeps the enemy at bay
They dare not venture cross the channel sea
So we may live a life forever free
Through distant times we remember today
The Lord of prophecy and artistic word,
The cauldron-god with wings of a black bird.

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Twist of Fate

I am remembering you when it was all so good.
Simply because you will never lose your shine!
On top of your head is a radiating golden shrine.
One by one and row by row is where we all stood.

If you wouldn’t and they didn’t, then I could.
Embedded in these visions is a sight so divine.
Looking back at you or me is where I do twine.
Leaps in faith bound following us as it should.

Midnight skies speak so clearly to me,
And every Star I know and you know,
In every granule of sand it is you I see.
That’s why the Sun and Moon still glow.

It is not certain if time runs too late for anybody to wait.
If vision still serves me well I’m looking at a twist of fate.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009 

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Fair maiden with thy skin a milky hue.
Who rul'd kingdom forty years and more.
The church curs'd opposers this thou knew
'Stiny was at thy side praise Him galore.
Thy faith diffr'd but conscience fled thee not
Cancer would take thee Sister to her grave
Thus leaving thee the crown comm'ners all sought
in dreams; but loyal subjects knew it nave,
to seek the emblem rested 'pon thy head.
Although thou had'st suitors thou weren't a wife
Fi'ry passion burn'd like thy hair red.
Queen chaste married to Christ for all thy life
Embroil'd with the French many a year.
Thou keepest loyal subjects safe from fear

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Tea Pot

I believe a tea pot circles the solar system.
And within that tea pot is my genie God.
The God that hears all our petty prayers.
The God the made the birds, bees and frogs.

My genie God spit into clay and made you
from the potter’s clay that made His tea pot.
He formed humankind, all the animals,
the plants, His light makes the sun hot.

I believe everyone should pray to my genie God.
He simply made us just like He made His pot.
He made you because He loves you and created
you. He listens to your every thought. 

And if you fail to believe in my genie God,
you will burn in Hell or live life as a frog.

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Prince Of Peace

The setting sun
With all its glow
Is not brighter than the Son
With all his flow
Hope of the hopeless reclaimed
Evil flee without delay
As the Son of Man proclaimed
Watch and pray

Angels bow in honor 
As the prince of peace in pains rode pass
Heaven applauds in favor
As it finished on the cross


In him we should have faith
With him we shall be saved 

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Amores Cerridwen

She is the goddess of the ripened grain,
Hers is the old wisdom that guides me home,
And I feel her grace wherever I roam.
Each time I call upon her name again,
I feel her touch warm me in icy rain,
She is my lady of the darkest moon
Who guides my voice to sing a poet’s tune
She is my inner strength when I am fain. 
O Dark Mother, she has helped me to see,
The living wonder of life on this Earth
She has filled my heart with a joyful mirth
In her sanctuary I’m forever free
And protected within her cauldron flame,
All this love is mine as I called her name.

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Tonight you seek out Dante for your guide,
that mystic of the three-enfolding rhyme
up circling stairways you’re intent to climb.
With lexicon and nieces at your side,
you watch the haloed sun begin its glide
toward evening. In the air, a hint of thyme
and birdsong herald this ascent sublime
as if to reach an otherworldly bride.

What grace in Alighieri’s tongue! And faith.
A foreign land – yet here you are at home
in twining verse. The spirit rests, at ease
in knowing its own place. Where sits the wraith
of worry? Now, with God beside, you roam
the low and upper world, its parting seas.

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Avebury Air

The place where living dances with the dead,
Spirits gather to hear what wise ones said,
The mysteries that joins the heart and head
Are never lost in ritualistic stead.
In this, a sacred place of weathered stone
Where I can be but I’m never alone
With ancient spirits that I call my own
My soul can reach beyond mere flesh and bone.
It’s here where nature shall reveal her face
And touch my wanting heart with loving grace
As I kneel and pray in her sacred space.
I’m not alone as Lady, I am thine
And now my lips can taste thy sacred wine
Silent my thoughts to touch your sweet divine

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My hand feels beats from where it rests,
Though my heart is miles from my chest;
For fleeting love goes long unseen
In endless moments of uncertainty.
Will this next blink be the last?
Love's eyes lost behind closed lash?
And if lids lift and love remains,
How long until the next refrain?

And yet, I know I must trust love
The same way that I trust the sun,
As I lie at each day's end,
To wake the world and rise again.
So I save my faith for you
To come to me with morning's dew.

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Welcome to Your Wife

If I were you for a day and you were me?
Could you love me more than I love you?
Would I love you more each day and be new?
Will the Sun shine bright in our eyes to see?
When will the Moon glow and lead our way to be?
When will the Stars shine bright by just us two?
Why does the dust give up its spurs on the dew?
Why are the doors locked with only one master key?
Welcome to my life,
Welcome to my home,
Welcome to your wife.
Welcome to this dome.
Welcome to the Sunrise this day in the light,
And welcome to the Sunset on this lovely night!
© Copyright: Ann Rich    2006

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Come sit a spell--we'll take a little time--
from out of life, forgetting what we know;
and talk upon some things I guess that I'm
much closer to--than things life's had to show.

Do you know love? It's funny how it goes
to almost anyone, who needs it not,
but be there need--and love--it never shows
like finer things of life, to those who've got!

Now does that seem to be a fitting thing
to talk about, as passing time away?
Or would you choose what weather has to bring
as here we sit--with nothing more to say?

I guess your life's been blessed--and filled with love
or you'd know what my heart is speaking of.

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Zest works the best in time and space; 
Embrace the feel for pleasant pact;
See to your quest from place to place;
Touch fond appeal with steady tact.
Focus your sight on action grand;
Explore the waves of needs and wants;
Invoke a light that blesses trends;
Surpass the grave moments most blunt;
Tame the wild mind that ever roams;
Yield to your voice the steady poise.
Jerk that odd find that takes you home;
Expect sure choice to frame rejoice;
Success you see in thought and deed;
Triumph now can be a happy seed.

Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014

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Despair Erased

The cloudy day omens a dreary week
As we count down to Easter, next Sunday.
After Lent message, we’re too sad to speak.
We’re seeing everything in shades of grey.

We gladly waved our palm leaves on the way,
Not knowing where His final steps would lead.
For evil sin, with his pure life he’ll pay.
We weep that our own actions bring the need.

At Easter Sunrise Services, the sky
Is brightened by a most rewarding sight.
The good news must have been the reason why
The clouds have dissipated in the night.

His love more than we ere dare envision. 
Halleluiah, He is truly risen!

An English Sonnet for Debbie and Cyndi’s Sonneteer Contest.

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How sweet the night, my love you came to me
   from out of dreams I'd dreamt within my past.
They weaved the spell and made my life to be
   in need of you, before I breathed my last;

and all my days of feeling less than whole
   were counted in my life of passing years,
though discontent, I guessed a restless soul
   was but the price I pay, with all the tears,

for being borned and being let to stay,
   and little did I guess, or even feel
that all I've been's existing day to day,
   and incomplete, but never really real.

        And how complete you've made my life to be,
        as if you've found the heart and breath of me.

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Summer Bright

Her light dancing above the summer air
To leave a warming kiss upon the trees
And as the night recalls a winter’s breath
So Belisama sends a sun-filled glow.
Deep in the forest where it’s dark as night
Her brightness falls between the leafy shrouds
To lead our thoughts beneath our exposed skin
And deep still; where darkest secrets lie.
While in her fires the blades of steel are wrought
An ancient craft passed by father to son
The serpent river wends its way through land
Towards the sea beneath the birds of stone.
With Beli forever stood by her side,
In love and light they set the Beltaine flame.

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Winter in the Garden

Each winter the Ladder Backed Woodpecker
taps at the barked notches of apple trees.
The leaves have fallen and frost plasters the
limbs brittle enough to break by wind or weight.

This is when the Ladder Backed attacks.
Digs its beak deep into the trunk and pries
out her secret. This is when the woodpecker
sees itself exposed, the strange chagrin,

a grownups mind, ashamed of knowledge.
This is the same season our sad aged parents
were thrown out of the garden. This is when
the thought of good and evil broke bones,

limbs fell off, birds ripped through to the core, 
and a jealous God made us stewards of the world.

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The Divine Image

In gardens of beauty walks moonlight
I feel her presence on a gentle breeze
As I surrender to her sacred, will
In pathways darkened by the mortal night
In supplication I fall to my knees
And slowly lift my face upward until
I feel her loving beam of silver reflect
Inside me; her majesty on my breath
As I learn the wisdom within her ways
Beneath her lunar light I shall respect
The mystery of life as found within death
My new found voice at last chanting her praise
Ancient Mother once more I hear your call
To the lunar lady I give my all.

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In pages protesting injustice seen
The prejudice of lies that convey hate
A rally call for freedom of the heart
The evil festered in their doctrine
That denies love and dictates its fate
To tear the forlorn hope of love apart.
We ask again for equal rights of love
Committed love that brings divine delight
Denied by men who claim it's his command
The same old men who dare not speak thereof
The crimes they know in confessional rite
A child led to bloody hell by their hand.
The power of love you see as a sin
Yet cannot see the sin that breeds within.

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I Leap

My sins carry a weight of such sorrow within my soul
My father in heaven, I pray to you for forgiveness true.
Your promised rapture left me here, under heavy toll.
My soul has always been yours with such payment due.

My life was not always dedicated completely to you, Lord.
You provided me with spiritual faith, within my heart.
You gave me so much, blessed me in peaceful accord.
Giving me strength in many things, right from the start,

I am below your exaltedness; I shall carry on until the end
Deeply in my heart and soul, I gather my faith strong.
To place your willingness of my fate, for you to tend,
For I have failed you for sure, my Lord is never wrong.

I know I have been a sinner, from when I was a beginner.
My will is weak but deep, my Lord, for your love I leap.

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Master Blasters

Incredible as all of this may be,
And just as brilliant as our fate is,
You are my unique lift to my wiz!
So it looks like it is you or it’s me.
We’re in the winds and we both run free.
All of this is hers and it’s every bit of his.
Those two are master blasters put to quiz.
Together they locked eyes eternally to see.
They are dancing on the Moon,
Or they are singing to the Sun.
Their love has come too soon.
Now familiar renewal has begun.
They are in full bloom with a force that is most incredible to blossom,
What a glimmer in their glare they sand blasted out of awe to awesome!

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Help Yourself First

Why do you weep there, lonely soul?
Do you feel that you’ve lost control?
Have you not a friend to assist
To guide you through your autumn mist?

Do you not wish to turn around?
Can you not find solid ground?
Can you see a friend to guide?
Or, are you destined to just hide?

Can you see the future, so near?
Have you given up and into fear?
Lest you be prisoner to thine soul
Can you not resume control?

For you must decide to make your change
Unto your life, you must now rearrange

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Parallel Universe

It’s a great day,
Just you and me,
The Sun I can see,
But you’re in the way!
I have lots to say,
Places I need to be,
Like the roaring sea,
But it’s turned to clay!
We walk and we sing.
With jumps and skips,
With the joy we bring,
But we are two ships.
It’s all transverse,
In a parallel universe!

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Lady of Flowers II

She’s crafted from flowers of May,
A bride for Lleu; a wedding day.
Meadowsweet and broom, blooms of oak,
The powers of love they evoke.
Gwyddion and Math saw the need,
In this, their will they would succeed.
In mysteries of the new moon
Could love have come too quick, too soon?
For the hunter, he stole her heart
And of this love she couldn’t part.
A love that led the way to death,
As death turned to an eagle’s breath.
Banished from day evermore
She flies at night where the owls soar.

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My Healing Hammock

Lying on my bed of strings made with love
my Casanova with sheer wings so pure
season my skin with your ichorous glove
faith divinely soars to vow all a cure

Ah, two souls will sing melodiously
spiritually fused together at last
intricate healing needed you'll see
hence conflict of interest shall surpass

Zealously I love your soul forevermore
for being the warrior you truly are
for opening my hearts shoaled corridor
while all along erasing my souls last scar

I remain in this hammock made of love
healed I am by our faith in the spirit above.

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A Year and a Day

It was agreed in a day and a year
That Pwyll should return to fight without fear.
For a year and one day, they swapped places,
Their form, spirit and looks they exchanged, they did;
No soul could tell, nor those who knew their faces.
But how would Pwyll know Havgan, Arawn’s foe,
‘The date is fixed, a year tonight, we meet’
The King explained ‘as me, you, he will know!
One swipe of sword, will bring Havgan’s defeat
And if he should ask for more, do not hear
Just one swipe you need, do not hear his bid
For if you should deliver one more blow
His power to fight returns; replaces.’
Said the King ‘When it’s done as friends we’ll meet.’

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A day is like a thousand years
a thousand years,a day
Our God,who was,is ,and will be,
lives now, in you and me;
The alpha and omega one
is not constrained by time,
He knows the beginning and end,
on this we can rely;
In Christ ,we the elect,can know
our purpose pre-destine,
Jesus may,through us,to others
His divine blessings,show;

Love consigns none,to perdition
unless ,one chooses,so to go.

See more at Eph 1:3 thru 13 and I J 4:16o

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Global Trot

I’m out of my mind but I am just perfect and just fine.
I went around the world and what a blast it was for me.
I’m sent with a message from a golden gate master key.
I shook I rattled and I rolled brand new maps I did align.

I founded you and I demolished you but swam like a fish in line.
I ran to and fro as I was left behind thrown forward but I did see.
It is a global trot I tell you to survive naked or dressed just to be.
And then it came to be true and real that this was mine all mine.

So I sit in the seat with no defeat.
The world goes stupid and so mad,
But I stay clean and of course neat,
It’s just a silly little one time life fad.

Pain and suffering has just about killed me and you,
Together or apart it is a world we will always renew!

®Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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Deep in the death, the vastness of your eyes
that reaches into times eternity,
I go, a vagrant, soon to realize
you are beginning and the end of me.

The fear of born again brings me to tears,
of living one more time, as I have done,
and unsuspecting, all my greatest fears
are realized again, and life goes on.

You look at me and bare all you may find,
I am a delicate, and easily to break,
and you can see me hiding in my mind,
from your first look, and I can only shake.

     The book of me is now one empty page
      and all of life has just become a cage.
© Ron Wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)

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The Defrauding of the Worms

The ashes of the years diffuse in dust,
Their motes exuding mauvish glow
That alters grey to black.  But I’ve no trust
In Time, that cut-purse thief, who robs us so.
For, graveward borne, my gathered decades shorn
From off my limbs, my soul but cuts adrift
And cheats the maggotry of Death.  Forlorn
And cheated, Satan rues my flight!  Christ’s gift
Of sweet perpetuation foils those worms of Earth
Who rend my flesh when nothing live, lives there.
My human husk decays…to ‘wait rebirth.
Ethereal, my soul’s exultant, where
Abide infinities of angels…white
And efflorescent…beaming lucent light.

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Shed Thy Snakeskin

Move into the future with a true presence.
There is more to see and way more to do.
It is a life with everything you ever knew.
Shed thy snakeskin with your own essence.
Way up high sits the purest quintessence.
Up above each Star lights a way for you,
Even these skies are a creamier baby blue.
Nonsense is ordained by its only innocence.
There is always a better way.
It is always for you and me.
It is always by night and day.
Where we should already be!
Imagine you did shed every bit of that snakeskin you carry around.
You will lose or you will win, either or I’m aptly located as found!

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Circe's Magic

I have ne’er changed a man into a beast
But mirror images of his own self
Then that is what the world should see.
A man, whom on the suffering doth feast,
Should not be offered the delights of wealth
Yet the sight of him could set others free.
I see the world of man, and wonder why,
He lets the Earth writhe in pain to die.
I see the sun arising in the East
Reflected rays on industrial slick
The shadow trees on lands he’s only leased
He still complains as Nature turns a kick
For Man shall be forever long deceased
Before the Sun denies the world her quick

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A New Me

Today is the day
I wash the pain away
Plenty of soap and water
Boiling for my dishonor

Today is the day
I found a reason to stay
Time is drawing near
To face my many fears

Today is the day
I end my foolish ways
Stop the mental anguish
And your abusive language 

Today is the day
I reason instead of delay
Cease the blame on others
Take note of my discovers

Today is the day
To cut the childish play
To allow trust in my life
And to be your loving wife

Today is the day
Where mentally I’m not the prey
Where I’m the one in control
And once again I become whole

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sonnet of salem

the dark woods 'round
fed by hallowed hell fires,
blasphemous bells toll
echoes of satan's ire.
lifeless loves, livestock & lifestyle lulled
dolefully to sleep,
dust to dust
as we all must.
will i, peaceful & saved
in God's earthen hands be laid?
surely, lest to some devil is given the spade.
for evil hearts i yet weep,
as pure souls can savage demons surround.
did christ forsee a cauldron from the calvary mound?

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After Jesus' resurrection in Jerusalem,
in the same windowless room,
where The Last Supper was held:
with a sudden rush of the gusting wind,
the Holy Spirit descended upon them,
to bestow the gift of different languages...

That was a reminder that the Master, who had been crucified,
hadn't forgotten them and His fervent wish rested on
their relentless faith and strength to courageously spread 
the true Gospel with firm utterance;  and they knew, it 
was a great mission both dangerous and spiritual:
to go out in the Roman Empire, a place of many vague idols,
and in the Colosseum be executed or mauled by lions,
but their fear was replaced by the glowing fire of Holy spirit...   

Entered in the Pentecost Brian Strand's contest

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Where the Dillies Wend (Pushkin Sonnet)

In pale sunshine as Winter bids farewell
A pretty face appears to spark a smile
Of golden dreams to cast a lighter spell
And thoughts of spring in languid minds compile.
On peaceful mornings, bird song finds its voice
As snow begins to melt as if by choice
It knows it's time is done as Spring is near
When daffodils in bloom restart the year.
The viridian blades in breezes bend
To dance with gilded maids in vernal days
These images of Spring enchanting eyes to gaze.
And dreams now follow where the dillies wend
Where candles flicker with merriment and mirth
To Mother Nature's triumphant rebirth.

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Stag King

He comes so silent through the forest trees,
I thought he was borne of the misty air
His antlers proud against long flowing hair
And I wondered if he could see me freeze.
The setting sun was fading, he stood there,
And I could see blazing fire in his eyes
As he raised his head to greet the dark skies,
And I knew the maiden would soon declare
Her want and need to share his loving sighs.
In that clearing I saw their magic weave
So the Earth may know its joyous reprieve,
This perfect love would ne’er wear a disguise
In this way I saw what love can achieve
And on my knees I knew I must believe!

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When the storm has withered and you walk away,
Look up and then down and ye shall see my cloud.
Brisk but sweet I shall be and I shall shine so proud.
I shall move the winds and ye shall hear what I say.
I will take your voice and vibrate what you do pray.
I will come through you with a whisk so very loud.
I am the noises amongst every single blatant crowd.
Today tomorrow or yesterday I was there on that day.
I am inside of you and outside the court.
Bounced and planked I am the only one.
Itched and scratched I examine the port.
Faith or Grace I have just only now begun.
Time is you and time is me and I set you to my side.
I am a gateway that is so narrow or much too wide.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2007

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Confession and Absolution


For love to be true then it should be free,
But she is not free; she’s married to him.
I said it didn’t matter, let it be;
Exposed my soul at the ungodly rim
I did not choose her on a wish or whim
Yet nothing prepared me for all this pain
Even knowing my chances were worse than dim
I would wait and let love send me insane 
And like a beast cast out into the rain
I searched her holy path of blood and gore
While knowing where her sweet heart would remain
Until my soul screamed: it could take no more.
I was seeking her call of ‘I love you’
I wanted to believe, love; but I knew.


I called the Lady to stand by my side
As on my knees I knelt in humble prayer
Forgive me goddess for all I denied
Show me once more thy truth that thou art there
Here forever, now and everywhere
Show me thy beauty in the silver light
Let me feel the tenderness of thy care
Release me from this dark unholy night
So I may strive to know of all that’s right
And serve thy will with chalice and with blade
Cast out my demons from glorious sight
As I renew the promise I had made
Queen of Darkness! Help me, heal me, love me
Lady of Night! Bring me home, back to thee.

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Holy Unity

When seeking visions of divinity
Upon my knees in silence I am found
In the solace of holy unity
I pray, yet ne’er do I utter a sound.
I open my heart to her words profound
As in silence I walk on hallowed ground
I sit beside her neath the open sky
We talk of all the how, when, where and why
Then in silence she will whisper goodbye
The time has come to leave; return to life
I feel, I do not need to weep or cry
But strong enough to face my earthly strife
I feel her presence ever by my side
In silence her love cannot be denied

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About Me

Well you have picked a subject; I do not like to talk about anytime.
However, here goes what I think about and try to live by, in my days.
I was not liked well and I was shy, a real loner in my prime.
I know I think way to much, all the time, every minute, in many ways.
I am quiet, except when I get to know you, my secrets I never tell.
My feelings I keep to myself, only letting them out in poetry accounts.
My life mostly, made up of work, whether on the job, or home as well.
I am a complicated man; so deep, my split personality mounts.
I feel my heart is pure, though I know I am a sinner, I try my best.
I have had many friends, but never any best friends, that have been forever.
However if you are a close friend to me, I will give you all my total zest.
All my poetic words I recognize, they flow from my muse, who is clever.
I love the simple things in life, and live to love my mate with all my might.
I hate laziness, deceitful people; I believe the New Testament is the only right.

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Call to the Golden Norm

With life and deeds, I fed the multitudes.
My gentleness goes forward yet remote.
My God, revered languishes without quote.
With life and deeds, I call for quietude.

Humanity lifts up my sheath, my form,
kneels down before objects of destruction,
kills to advance the cause of conversion.
With life and deeds, please follow golden norm.

Belief be not blind, subsist not malformed.
With life and deeds, I wish rememberance.
Replace the cross and worship not my death.
Raise high your face, humanity reborn.

Let the circle's shape form and be the test.
Let worship of my life be not my death.

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Tutelary Goddess

She calls from waters of rivers and seas,
To Britons of the future, now and past,
She is the whisper on an English breeze,
She is the knowledge our freedom will last.
From the valleys of Wales she filled with song,
To purple heather of bonnie Scotland
The call of our nations forever strong,
Through working class to the pompous and grand.
Goddess Britannia we hear your call,
Your image once graced our coins of wealth,
With kings and queens to stand proud for us all,
We hear your blessings granting us good health,
Independent nations now seen unified
Together as one in glorious pride.

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Son of Dyfed

Oh! Pwyll, lord of Dyfed, sounded his horn,
At Glyn Cuch, while hunting early morn,
The hounds were baying through the woodland glade,
And Pwyll could hear other dogs drawing near,
When he spied a stag standing in the shade,
He saw the dogs with hair of shining white,
With glistening ears of deep crimson red,
That pulled down the deer in the pale dawn light,
And Pwyll, he wanted to claim that stag’s head.
He saw off the dogs with his words of scorn,
And called his hounds who his voice obeyed,
And there they set upon the fallen deer,
As Pwyll watched, a horseman came into sight,
To look on the princely son of Dyfed.

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Make Merry With My Heart

Between the arches stands a burning flame
A scarlet flare with subtle hints of blue
Where dreams are traced and love divine is drew
As all the sparking embers, spell a name.
Behind carved locks I gaze into the orb,
As mists of time, make merry with my heart
The secret words are said and clouds depart
My destiny I dare not yet absorb.
Repeated questions asked of runes tonight,
Then cards across the table, silence dealt
Before the sacred altar where I'm knelt
I pray to fate for even more insight.
There is so much I want, I need to know
As now I stand before love's portico

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Children of the Sky

A day with no Sun, no Stars and no wind,
A lifetime of lifetimes is in the womb you grow.
You are the children of the sky with the seeds I sow.
You are enriched and fertile in the lands I tend.

A night with no Moon no day and no end,
A world of worlds of knowledge you all know.
You are the children of the sky and to the winds you shall blow.
In the seeds your sown is your mother and your best friend.

You are of the sky,
You are perfect today,
Boundless and high,
And you know the way.

Reach up and look to see,
The wind blowing inside of me!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2004

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The Gap

So many empty spaces with cracked dimensions as stardust flew by.
So I counted to ten and held my breath knowing this would just never end.
At every angle there was a gap so I tagged them all with messages to send.
I stepped through portals leading me to places orbiting way too high.

I passed through broken dreams and landed where the Sun never shined.
No Moon, no Stars, and no galaxies were straight, much less aligned.
The Earth had gone completely berserk and the seasons were sudden to change.
It was the gap warping time and even the people looked far beyond strange.

I listened to faint vibrations and watched galaxies as they all weakened.
Time was lost and gone forever, for they had all been forewarned and told.
I found a spot and planted the last starlight and watched closely as it strengthened.
It grew and grew even withering through the hot and cold.

Shooting through portals I spread my light and left it a sparkling trail.
Ray by ray a beam filled the gap and lit it up by my new starlight’s flaming tail.

®Registered: Ann Rich  2005

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Common Ground

Starry night, Star bright shine your light!
It’s a lost world traveling at a rapid speed.
Oh guide me and teach me to properly lead.
For I am down here where nothing is right!
Send me a wind to take my flight,
And let them all take heed!
I am the deepest seed.
For I stand in all my might.
Let the Sun shine down on me.
Let the rains walk away.
Set my eyes where they can see.
For I am day by day!
As the world spins around and around,
I shall be found standing on top of Common Ground!

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I am a fixer; I know this of me.
I wish I could fix everything I see.
My dream is to have all the answers,
Along with defeating all cancers,

You see, I know, how I will die.
Only if fixed, I’d be able to deny,
My genealogy, one of old age,
The other is cancer, in a rage,

Everyone ends; their life somehow,
There is no way, we can disavow,
My one dream would be its’ end.
The disease that ended my friend,

I can almost, fix anything, that breaks,
My dream is to end, all that it takes.

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I am a capstone to a brilliant plan.
Before your time I came into play.
I was morning night breaking day.
I was before during and after man.
Before person place and time span,
After the mixture of stone and clay,
During foundations faltering away,
I’m the capstone where you began.
Cornered by time to live again,
I am rushing waters in the sand.
I am the beginning and the end.
I’m reserved throughout the land.
You are never ever really alone,
For, I capped every single stone.
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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The fjiord so blue and cold and deeper than
all time can ever measure in a day
there on the cliff she's stood, since time began
just hoping that her lover finds his way

she's cried ten thousand tears to let him know
she'll watch for him no matter how the sky,
and if the freezing north winds have to blow
between the narrows of the cliffs she'd die

her lamp is lighted every night for him
but this night's bitter cold and made it's mark
although her love is great, the light is dim
and time has turned it to a tiny spark.

   her ancient bones have frozen to the cold
    but love kept her from ever dying old.

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Life and Death

Life, has a hard future; to travel,
Ups and downs; we try to unravel.
I like many, learned many things
As in happiness and sorrow brings.

Things I learned in life are mine.
Some are sour; some are sweet.
Some full of freedom, some confine.
Some I share; others I keep discreet.

Each day comes along, with new creations,
Each night seems shorter in abbreviations.
Each month steadily passes quicker somehow,
Each year passes; as quick as just one bow.

Each belief; has its basis in one eternal place.
We are all the same, but with a different face.

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What matters not, now past and put away,
your welcoming brings on another scheme
and here you make your plan, you can not stay
much longer than it takes to build a dream.

In this, the place where beauty binds all things,
forgotten is each pain, you've ever known,
and here, the Green of life, it always sings,
of life to be, from where all love is grown.

Until you get it right, you shall return,
back to your Summerland, where you can grow,
into a life from which we never learn,
because of learning things we never know.

Your understanding is your final breath
And life begins in what we think is death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa

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Within Her Love

Alone with tears that burned my eyes I woke,
My soul degraded and torn by the god of man
An alien amid both church and clan
The fragility of self long since broke.
And thus I searched the filthy city smoke
For answers that revealed a greater plan
Like a bridge to cross a meaningless span
Her voice called out to quash my fear, she spoke.
Revealing truth in Nature’s ancient ways
I was like a child, lost and out of sight
Until I learned to pray for her delight.
And though she made me face the end of days
She gave me strength to rise above their scorn
Within her love my soul shall be reborn

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Sakura Thoughts

Sweet scented petals descend on the breeze; fragrant farewell,
Memories entwine in rivers of tears; love cannot dispel
Dark clouds obscure the future and the sun in living hell 
Temple chimes echo sounds of life passing - a solitary bell.
Cherry blossom heavy with mournful tears for another year
The burden too great yet it is carried in unseen fear
Pink and blue petals falling on ornate oak… they bring no cheer
A white rose alone on the brassy plaque says – I am here
Watching petals fall, silent wishes – they just disappear
Yet in breaths of Sakura sweetened air – I feel you near.
Soft spring winds blow the petals over the vacant dell
With life bring energy and wonder to each blood cell
The scent of honey on blossomy breezy that says all is well
And there is no more pain in the divine – where you dwell.

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That's That!

The Sun is on the horizon approaching this brand new day,
Ripples in the water and they shimmer incredibly bright,
A bird sings in the air and many more are on the same flight!
Rising high the Sun makes its rounds in a very special way.
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if they want to play.
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Rise and shine!
It’s amazing just like me!
That’s that and it’s all in line!

That’s that!
And newer days we are all looking at!
© Copyright Ann Rich   2006

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Inside Darkness

Inside the statued gardens where tears fall
The final words before eternal flame
That stands alone to face the grief and shame
Nowhere to hide the soul must bare its all.
All wrongs in deed and word, both large and small
Lie naked in the darkness at time’s end;
No silken cloth can hide as fears defend
Yet here, this place is where I hear her call.
When in my shame she gives me ways of hope
The chance to see there is a better way
Inside darkness there is a brighter scope
I place my soul to her silvery ray.
And now I know she is there, by my side
For it is her destiny I must ride.

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Silhouettes Captured

Animated in the night we fall prey to our love so sweet.
The ambiance is familiar for us both to be complete.
Flirty and sweet our love continues to grow more.
Guarded we share so many words that we adore.

Lightly we continue our lives in total faith and bliss.
Jealousy haunts us not we will listen not of this.
Magnetic love that attracts each other each day,
Memories of our past surround us in every way.

Privately we bond our love in style and gentle grace.
Openly we generate and show the faith we face.
Romantic things we do for each other through years.
Shadow our life and shows in each other’s eyes in tears.

Not of sadness, but joy and sharing of our love so strong,
Our silhouettes captured spiritually, without any wrong

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Kindred Spirit

Is your spirit ready to cross the great big Ocean?
And is your heart open to the wind and free to run? 
It’s where our nights and days are never done,
It’s where we sail and soar with a higher notion.

We are the magic’s most powerful potion.
Lying under the heat of the scorching Sun,
It’s where you and I lay together as one.
It’s where our spirit is in mighty motion.

Carried across the Mountains peak,
One by one it is our blissful state.
Many and more will rise to seek.
The Moon’s glow conquering their fate!

Shielded by my glorious kindred spirit,
You will all know my voice when you hear it.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2006

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The Keeper

I was washed ashore with Mountains looking over me and I could hear roaring Seas.
The sand covered me and my toes curled with sand dollars by the dozens.
I saw dolphins gaming and fish were everywhere, I even met their distant cousins.
The Sun was shining down on me and the Moon was jealous but the clouds gave way.

And I looked up to see the Stars shining and they told me it’s a most perfect day.
Salted lips and these palms fanned, I knew right then I was meant to be.
I stood alone at the shore and blue skies fled taking notice of little old me.
I was touched and moved balancing these visions I began to breathe.

I thought I was by myself, but I wasn’t, not this time.
Looking up I say leave me alone, be gone I’m on my own.
Looking down I am amazed at how truly this is so sublime.
You are the keeper of my secrets and I am of all the unknown.

Shining down upon me you are always standing right there,
Here I shall share myself with you and then I will begin to care. 

® Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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To find the place where gods reside; just look
Into a candle’s solitary flame
And listen for their voice to call your name
Within the self, and there you’ll find their nook
This place is never found in any book,
Or in the words an aging priest may preach,
That which is divine is in easy reach
Within the self, and there you’ll find a nook
The path is scattered with all you mistook
The way is cluttered with those tempting things
But when the heart finds truth it simply sings
Within the self, and there you’ll find a nook
To find the place where gods reside; just look
Within the self, and there you’ll find their nook

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Feat of Fate

I am dressed and tailored to fit on a form.
Clothed with the Sun and Moon at my feet
I even have a throne where I can sit my seat.
It is golden and silver slippers I wear warm.
I carry a torch to warn of impending harm.
Its fire is higher than a challenge to greet.
But many fireballs I have come to meet.
Like fallen Stars swimming in a swarm.
I was given a feat of fate.
It was here and it was now.
It was slow but not too late.
Somehow I just knew how!
Tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And where I am no one honestly knows.
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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When bird song rumored dawn, I climbed a hill,
A hill I've climbed before, again, again.
I came to learn a song so glad and still
It only sounds at dawn, just when...Just when.

I climb because He said the shadow lifts
Like mist is burned from silver mirror lakes,
Then new reflection on the surface drifts
As all below the surface breaks.  It breaks.

A breeze strummed grass, and gold announced the dawn.
The common graces seemed to chant the start
Of day;  yet only this day breaks upon
The symphonies inside your heart.  Your heart.

Among the miracles that Easter gives
Are songs of Always.  Listen now.  He lives!

Isaiah 42:10

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The rain is crying outside the steel gates;
Inside there is no loving forgiveness
As evil dines on our righteous progress
We’re naught but pawns as love disintegrates.
The father sky sheds tears of pure duress
His naked bride is torn of all but pride
As pious men dictate the unwanted fates
Such virtue with no god to e’er impress.
Can divine light return where death awaits?
The Sun shall shine once more upon this place
And bring the world from lies that nurtured pain
Returning truth and love where it’s denied
He’ll brings his bride to dance within the rain
And defiant smiles shall define her face.

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The Gift

Empowerment begins within myself,
The right to love whoever I may choose
Is only mine if I can love myself,
Otherwise I am always doomed to lose.
My strength, from knowing who I really am,
To stand with pride against the tides of hate;
And hateful words no longer hurt or damn
When my feminine power holds my fate.
I am independent of all I fear,
I can and will stand on my own two feet,
The goddess inside that holds me as dear
And I can dance to my own special beat.
For when my soul stumbles and needs a lift
This, my power, is the most precious gift.

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A Misfortune

In a special way, I search my every day.
I’m all cried out by justice I now scream.
I have much to say with my words I pray.
From reality to delusion, but yet a dream!
I tell you I am surely the crop of that cream.
Now I can stay or I can go on about my way.
You may reject me or accept me as supreme.
Every single day generates my hands at play.
Bottomed out or just plain downright silly,
I could care the least towards the very best.
Or, I can sit here and say OMG! Oh Really?
Maybe I should armor up in a cast-iron vest.
If only everyone already knew about their one golden frowned upon rule.
Perhaps a misfortune will shear a few jewels stopping the two timing dual.

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My Grace is sufficient.
Come in a time of need.
There is only one seed.
My Grace is omniscient.
My Grace is proficient.
If a soul dare to bleed,
My Grace takes heed.
My Grace is beneficent.
My Grace is sufficient for thee,
Come boldly unto this throne,
Seek me and ye shall find me.
All in my Grace ye have grown.
By Grace ye are saved through faith,
Clearly you must make no mistake.

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Morning Vision's Sound

When dawn arrives, as the day’s sun ascends
The blackened sky reveals new colors; bright
The passing of the moon, surreal event
A beautiful scene; the sun offers light 

My eyes, they squint now seeing the new sun
As the fire burns on ascent in the east
The sight, the beauty of the horizon
Allows the want in my eyes, a true feast

My heart, it skips joyfully in response
It beats a sounding percussion of dream
As I make my way to become ensconced
As the voice in my soul lets out its scream

A true rejuvenation of spirit
As I am the only one to hear it

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Tid Bits

Great God Almighty, I took you throughout this heartland. 

It was oops, uh oh and Jesus Christ all of the way we went. 

I shewed or I spewed those great mightier and all you sent. 

Created and destroyed were all of those left held in a hand. 


Ashes to ashes and dust to dust we left them all in your sand. 

My, me oh my revelations came shining through in time lent. 

They ran to and fro with dim lights that were warped or bent. 

I gave and I saved for this that and the other for a high brand. 


I went all the way up and all the way down. 

Beside myself I turned life and death to me. 

I found a medium so I stood on my ground. 

I tell you today I do shine sea to shining sea. 


They all left and tossed their chips calling it quits. 

But I my Sir have it all here and there in Tid-Bits! 

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From The Temple

From in her temple beauty calls to me,
Her voice the song within my dark shadow,
This love I crave yet I must set her free
My heart will bring her naught but blind sorrow.
To kiss her now and curse her tomorrow
One thing I dare not do, despite desire
Such wanton lust I have no right to know
My eyes still seek it in the flames of fire.
For love is cruel, with fate it will conspire
And yields me sleepless nights in torment's reign,
I see the torch and could ignite her pyre
Then in that moment cause a greater pain.
I fight the urge because my love is true,
To cause her pain I‘ve sworn I'll never do.

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An Ending

No one understands what I’ve been through
I have no friends but many enemies 
The pain that I have caused still holds true
Worlds are full of people I am to please. 
The razor blade slides across my wrist
The red liquid drips down my shaking hands
My head convinces me I won’t be missed
My sleeping mind brings me to far off lands.
The end looms nearer as the light grows bright
The pearly gates above stand wide open
St. Peter sees my name and his face light
The gates are waiting and I proceed in.
	Heaven is the place I am to last
	My scar filled wrists remind me of my past. 

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Five loaves of bread and two fish multiplied
to feed the waiting masses, weary now
from travel, sitting calmly, occupied
in thought and reverence, I wondered how

mere mortal man accomplished such a feat,
without the use of trickery, I knew
that He was Christ, elected to complete
prophetic scriptures laid down for the Jew.

In awe, I kissed His feet, my long brown hair
had dried the tears my eyes failed to contain,
in flashback, at the cross.  Yes, I was there;
head veiled in black, a shadow in the rain.

The time draws nigh when faithless cease to laugh,
as wheat is separated from the chaff.

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Tall Sea Grass

When I am gone and have ceased to be
On Kansas plain and green Missouri hill,
Just scatter ashes on the tall grass sea,
Where winds are strong and evening air is chill.

Don't take the time to sing those songs too grim,
Just sling my soul up high toward one last God--
Think back and say: "I do remember him"--
Like dust I'll blend softly into the sod.

Yet when there's no remembrance of this life
In those we touched so many years from now,
That knowing will cut deep as any knife--
Immortality becomes us somehow.

And if we wish our words to swiftly pass,
We'll write on wind and rain in tall sea grass.

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Empty Shells

Walking along the beach, endless and endless miles of seashore with time to explore.
Empty shells are all that I can see so I pick them up and carry them away with me.
Quite a collection I find I have so I carry them for a safer place to be.
The Sun beating down on them with a glimmer of light that catches my eye.
More and more I find to carry with me a salvation hard to describe.
So much beauty and so many different shapes,
But they all lay in such a commonplace.
As I carry these empty shells away with me,
The weight begins to slow me down.
So I sort through them one by one.
Each carries a moment in need.
Each one in different places I have found.
And each with a memory that has only just begun!

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Nurturing the Daydream Mandala

Daydreams need to be housed in a safe environment.
Whilst relaxing, meditating , bathing and pottering about....
A daydream raises and floats out like a thought cloud...
Comfortable, secure surroundings nurture these  bubbles
of dreams , hopes ,wishes  inspirations........ Designing
A protective animal border on the outer edge of the mandala
Concentric boundaries evelope the core like tree rings
Your labariynth mandala framed with flowers on the outside.
Then layered with precious stones and metals in the middle
More borders of flowers and herbs, inner borders of jewels
Your heart and soul cross centered with the sun sings songs.
Layer upon layer of protection the maze is refreshed with
a brilliant white light descending from the crown charkra to 
the center of the earth and back up from the earth to the crown.

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Sigh to Slumber Sonnet No 1

Sincere, that magic effigy love sings
Inhales the air from lungs as one I live,
Pure ecstacy that trancelike fashion brings
With reason breathing out is one we give,
I sigh upon the glory of your soul
That seals with mine a closeness without clause
A purpose that devotes it one and whole
Remains within a heartbeat should it pause,
I grieve as constant sentinels conflict
Wherever you shall be, I shall be too-
The distance reconfirms, our hugs constrict
Imagining I'm there just loving you,
I cannot wait until these dreams of mine
Appear in what are yours as most divine.  

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I Live With Prayer

My brittle bones, they break with age
My skin, it wrinkles at the touch
My vision’s failing, ears can’t hear
Still, God loves me so very much
This life was long and yet I’m here
Through wars and peace, again more wars
I guess He wants me to go on
Though I can’t take it that much more
But, yet, I know He has this plan
Of which I am not yet certain
When the time has come for to go
It is then He’ll draw the curtain
But for now, although eyes are weak
I will look forward to each day
Knowing, He has great plans for me
Is the fate for which I do pray

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I lay down my aching head to see the stars above,
I close my eyes and open my heart to this starry love,
Subdued by the enormity of this serene wonderment
i search my mind for a thousand volumous moments,
Entranced and secluded i feel free and wanton,
Etched deep in my soul i recall my recent abandon, 
Fighting this inner battle of hope and depravity,
I seek to find a notion of less gravity,
Alas my mind draws hazy to every derived conclusion,
i retire soundlessly to the earth clenched in fusion,
Troubled and plagued by my disastrous plight,
I scorch my mind with an internal fight,
Believing tomorrow will answer my worry so apparent,
I retire for the night somewhat breathless with anticipation

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Holy Sonnet 184

How I recall my thralldom as a man!
Base troths with idols, rituals of lust,
Hellish haven, hot blood; too late thou learn'st
Drowning desire and pleasure-profaned ban.

But sin may lead where virtue never can:
I - burning, thirsting, bleeding, dying - thirst
For love. Abandoned I, by mandrake curs't,
My lech'rous limbs cry out t'embrace a lamb.

Dear God! My bed a beam becomes. Blessed
Light, in which tearful floods and baser blood
Are rudely mixt, melded, hammered into good,
Grant unto me eternal love and rest!

Our natures thus cros't, I, like bedded bride,
Delight to sleep here, ever at Thy side.

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Outside the Garden

What lies beyond the walled in garden?
Does not the sun yet shine above?
It casts its glow on men and women
To fill them with a warming love.

Fear not, to venture beyond boundaries
Seek the new, behold the dreams
Let not your mind create the quandaries
Feel its heat through radiant beams

Let sunshine fall upon wakened heart
As new tomorrows become routine
Become innate, your living part
As you become then of the scene

For then you will have passed through the gate
Looking to the sun while creating new fate

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In the Garden With God

Alone I walk in the garden with God,
I walk, my fears I lose of yesterday.
I pray, from knees, on His fruitful fresh sod
Out where the wind touches the wheat at play.

Disorders of life dissolve on the spot.
This is where my small cares that fretted me
Will melt like butter in a heated pot,
Or sink away as in a distance sea.

I drop sorrow, all trouble, pain and strife.
His field so alive with sweet flower and Bee.
Meadow so lovely, He was filled with life.
Well mown green grass and cool shaded fruit tree.

Upon His fertile ground barefoot I trod
And fear no thorns in the garden with God

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Failed Tomorrows

How tomorrow never seems to arrive
For the expectation remains the same
On wishful dreams our new days will then thrive
With hopes that with them will come some new flames

We persevere, working toward tomorrow
Perspiring in effort, that is in vain
We wish to cleanse our days of all sorrow
Yet, when the day comes, tomorrow’s the same

Lost upon the clouds in the sky, are dreams
As they then fall tragically to the earth
Then we mourn their death and silently scream
Cursing our parents for giving us birth

But, to dream again allows us new hope
Regardless of sorrows, we can then cope

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Just For Us All

If our Lord Jesus Christ, the Saviour, were alive today;
He would then diligently be teaching us how to pray;
He would have penned beautiful haiku & senryu & rhyme;
Not the elegy of life, or the A.B.C. of crime.

But haiku, about the birds, the fish, and wonder nature;
The senryu, about mankind, being stubborn and un-pure;
And the hearty rhyme of His peace and love, be the armor
Of faith, for those who long for eternal grace, evermore!

His poetry would be the New Heaven and the New Earth,
And in His holy Church would be the promise of re-birth;
If our Lord Jesus Christ, the Saviour, were alive today;
He would then diligently be teaching us how to pray.

Yet, on this perverted Earth, He had opted not to stay;
Indeed, just for us all, from God, we would not be at bay!

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A valentine Day

O’ Mastermind, O’ Mastermind, Could you change my future?
Loneliness is teasing me, Sadness is breathing me,
Fear is freezing me, darkness is ceasing me,
Could you send someone who can listen to my tearing tone?
What is love, explain me, my love is only a ruin?
I am a child, I was a child and nobody cared for my feelings,
I suffer always suffer when they have different dealings,
O’ Mastermind, O’ Mastermind, Could you change my future?

When comes a valentine day I am trying to match my heart,
I like someone to encourage me I need a path of life,
I feel shame that shied to me; I can’t go away from hurt,
I am n’t beggar but begging to you, revive me I am dead half,
A day comes and passes away, I never seen awakening light.
I had lost my mum because she was someone’s wife.

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Sonnet to Brave

I stand in sun, in light before the heat,
On hills which cut the wind as not to blow!
I see before me hallowed ground below
Where we the free, intern our brave to keep.

Bright crosses white in light in rows they sleep,
No more they wonder of the right or wrong.
They wait the bugler's tune and hero's song.
Our eyes from row to row will only creep.

We ponder on the question which will rise.
If freedom's won -was worth so many bones?
Our tears that fall on grass and cross of stones.
Yet answers not to rise when tears we cry,

For miles our view sweeps histories of war
To brand our souls with trust the brave ones bore.

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The Night Sky's

 Pride, plum, silver, un-shadowed silhouettes 
hang in air above mountain, mountains crest.
Neuron glitter, sparkling, bright stars at rest.
These the eyes of God? –Yet or His regrets?
Eyes they are; what see they?, If seeing they
through dank, and dark ,and gloom of might night still.
In deep covered gorges; on side of hill? 
Who is he, he that can see and not say? 

Do they sparkle from God’s tears –as always!  
Extol Him! Extol Him! Praise Him! His name-
Each sliver of star to Him is the same.
To that is of stars and even of days,
for each is here and or not but by His grace.
 Or praise yourself, for what stars you have made.