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Love's Alchemy is Eternal

Love’s Alchemy is Eternal

Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!

Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss.
Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire,
As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss!

Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love,
That reflects our real destiny, two souls as one.
This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above,
As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun!

By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever,
And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever!    
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 27, 2016 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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A Gift From God - A Sonnet

I am a wish, a prayer, from mortals lips
That reached heaven and  touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love

So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose

And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are  me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see

For I am your  child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer -  away. 


Author:  Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011

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Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Gem


As precious stones are hidden and entwined
In minerals of ordinary worth,
They must be found, professionally mined
From common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart
As valued gems.  Neglected, they will share
In earth's destructive force—erosion's art—
Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.

Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip
This soul embedded in your work of clay,
And let your tools of grace and fellowship
Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show—
The worth of gem and miner in its glow.

Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place
Premiere Contest: Contest No 223 any form-theme max of 14 lines 
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/16/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 11/22/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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To Touch a God

The earth is heaving its last sigh. Birds twitter in the growing chill. I wait for wind to sweep the sky. Like Icarus, though I may fail, from this green summit, I now spill myself onto blue heaven’s trail. . . I am flying higher than high! Wings carry me to that gold sphere I wish to touch before I die. Beneath - beasts cower in the grass. Soon everything will disappear and earth become like smooth cold glass. The earth is heaving its last sigh; I am flying higher than high. A Cornish Sonnet

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Praise God With Me

We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign, 
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!

Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send, 
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our ever-present friend.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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Finding God

Finding God The one who finds the Father Can also find the Son Then the Holy Spirit Can mark the chosen one. Then all time can be counted As time spent faithfully In service to the Holy One Who watches over you and me. Then words like grace and mercy Mixed with perfect love Are ours to keep forever When sent from up above. Thus, sonnets can be written And all our sin is smitten. Written by John Posey 8/10/14

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2014

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I walk out in the morning for my health,
And learn a thing or two along the way.
Such knowledge brings abundance to my wealth,
And somehow sounds like wisdom when I say.
Waters of the river carry stories.
Just listen, you can hear the words unfold.
Sometimes it can wash away your worries,
And help you to get through your day. Behold!
A gentle breeze can whisper to your heart;
Like angels serenade a searching soul.
There's so much nature's beauty can impart;
If soaking in it's beauty is your goal. 
     Get out there friend and see God's art today.
     And get some exercise along the way.

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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Shadows Past Cont

Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity

Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember

I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give - 
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove

For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE

Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2014

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Moonlight Dance

(Kyrielle Sonnet)

I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,

and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.

I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;

thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .

I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;

winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.

Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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He Meant All To Me-

When I was young I use to talk to God
in secret conversations in my head.
And I never thought that these talks were odd,
no more than when I knelt beside my bed.

I would speak to Him mostly every day,
asking for His help for the umpteenth time.
And I would beg Him to take me away,
anywhere but home would have been sublime.

I lived in fear of my father's beatings,
from early on God was my only friend.
And in my heart I cherished our meetings,
yet, the beatings and nightmares didn't end.

Now, I'm as cynical as one can be,
for where was God when He meant all to me?

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Seeking God In Nature

DeDraconi's Sonnet

Seeking God in nature

If you seek God then look around you
In life’ sweet beauty you will find him there
In the flowers or in the morning dew
Who with you, their hues and perfumes share.

In the lake that shines beneath the sun
You’ll find him there. He’ll look into your face
He’ll be there too when morning has begun
As the birds sing out in wondrous grace

When the lightning comes, and thunder rolls
As the rain pours down and the winds blow strong
You’ll feel him as a whisper in your soul
He’ll comfort you with his soothing song.

When you close your eyes, and see your self
You’ll feel the silence, then, you’ll know he’s here
He’s always here. He is your hidden wealth
Whispering his message loud and clear.

He’s everywhere, always here, he is
Everywhere he is, is filled with bliss

DeDraconis Sonnet
Topic: Nature
9/10/10/9 for 4 stanza's 
ending 9/9
alternating rhyme schemes 
a/b/a/b/ c/d/c/d/ e/f/e/f/ g/h/g/h i/i
Left Justified

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

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I am blessed

I am blessed, I am loved
 His grace and mercy upon my life
 Is greater than the universe’s dimension
 And all of Earth’s demission and demotion
 Won’t keep me from my life devotion 

I am blessed yes it’s true
 His protection and fortification
 Is stronger than the world’s defenses
 In all the enemy’s attempts for my distraction
 And the corruption disrupting my trail
 Can’t obstruct me from my deliverance 

I am blessed and adored*
 His affection and devotion to me
 Extends beyond pacific leans
 All deceptions and confusions in my track
 Won’t extract me from his Compassion

I am blessed and so are you
 His love I am so eager to share
 I was extruded to excellence
 By my tutor a giant convection
 To convey his vast press

Lord, I have been blessed,
 Not only was I blessed,
 But I have been divinely favored 

Copyright © Matshidiso Mosia | Year Posted 2016

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An Old Man with God

The taste of tobacco on my palate. 
Exhale of the smoke from within my lungs. 
For what it’s worth is this really valid? 
Read scripture of a man who spoke in tongues. 

Well, Lord! Another soul on the daily! 
With words meant only for your ears to hear. 
How to speak with you comes about vaguely. 
The blame is on the alcohol and beer. 

Asking for forgiveness for my mistakes. 
Sorry I stole from the collection plate. 
Can you help me with the body aches? 
A lot of debt with my sins as of late. 

Lord, you kept me safe even in my old age. 
Continue my story till the last page.

Copyright © Ty Townsend | Year Posted 2014

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He's Still Working on Me

			I often lie awake and ponder life,
			more kind than cruel through my many years.
			The peaceful times by far outweigh the strife,
			and laughs have flowed more frequently than tears.

			What’s yet to be, the future—oh, so brief-- 
			seems hazy, so I look to God each day
			for guidance. It is still my firm belief 
			He has a plan, and He’ll show me the way.

			The past is an instructor I respect
			for guiding me through failure and success.				
			The present is the path that will direct
			me to the future I pray God will bless.
                            God’s working on me still; I know that’s true.
                            Life beckons; there’s much more for me to do.

“He’s Still Working on Me” is found in some church hymnals.

October 6, 2016


Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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God Spelled Backwards

It’s no coincidence that the word God spelled backwards is a word that we all know for something by which we are often awed - a creature, which unfailingly, can show amazing grace toward any one of us! Our canine friend does not care how we dress or if we’re rich or poor. He makes no fuss when we do not endeavor to impress the way we do among our human kind! Love without judgment from this animal is like that of our Christ, whose love is blind to flaws and won’t desert us when we fall. This facet of God’s love is what I see when my sweet dog’s brown eyes watch over me. Finally entering this poem i wrote for Deb's contest. I don't recall the theme being exactly the way it is now described at the contest page, but I will enter this one anyway, for what it's worth!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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How much stark evidence, how many proofs 
will be dismissed before conceit it fails; 
and of His mercy decide to avail 
this presumptuous species from faith aloof. 
Flashbang rumble! A thousand unseen hoofs 
galloped overhead, as clattering hail 
mass-pogoed as if emptied from some vast pail 
upon unsuspecting Tarmac and roofs.  

Mercy, I swear I heard the atoms split 
from molecules to create ozone 
as, outside close nearby the lightning hit; 
its acrid tang prevalent in a home, 
which for a charged instant that bolt lit: 
thrilling spectator as he watched alone.

Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014

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Divine Intervention

They said he would grow out of it,
All night I’d listen to his cough,
His nose dripped and wouldn’t turn off,
When it got bad, he would vomit.
The doctors wouldn’t promise
Their treatments would pay off,
After years, they acted a little lost
When he showed almost no progress.

I kept praying for his healing,
Suddenly, good news without question, 
Test results showed normal breathing,
The doc said, “Stop the medicine!”
I’m still reeling from the feeling,
That, my friends, is divine intervention.

*This poem is based on true events.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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God's Christmas Angel

God’s Christmas Angel

God’s Christmas Angel is full of His love; 
A Guardian to those lost to His light.
Restore them to God’s path of divine right,
This Angel’s charge be with His grace above!
This Angel’s mission is replete with love,
And one prized in God’s holy presence bright;
One passion perfect in His holy light;
And one blessed by heavenly Saints above! 

This Angel cloaks those lost in love replete;
With true passion and holy spirit now,
To fulfill God’s wish—His eternal vow!
Love’s this Guardian’s power complete;
Her spirit to redeem those lost on Earth,
Bringing them God’s love and divine rebirth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 2, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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How Not to Start a War

War is a sickness that kills one by one,
you never know it's coming until - BAM!
It will sneak up on you like a hit man,
and it makes sure to take your only son.
When I think about what they could have done
to stop this madness before it began,
my thoughts are of preaching's from a wise Man
named Jesus Christ, only begotten Son.

He talks of forgiveness and being meek,
to always show kindness to thy neighbor.
Even if they aren't worthy of your time,
still, you must love and turn the other cheek.
Don't be too weary of all your labor,
that you are willing to commit a crime.

Copyright © Veronica Andemariam | Year Posted 2014

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Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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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! _________________________________________ Sponsor Verlena S. Walker Contest Name -THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD GAVE- Placed 1st ©O. E. Guillermo 09:19 pm, January 25, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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SUNDAY DINNER A hillbilly sonnet

        SUNDAY DINNER  (Hillbilly sonnet)
Ma's cookin now, so come and set a spell
and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best
before the settin sun, and who can tell
what's on her stove--but it will meet the test.

Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now?
And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot
for pourin on them taters--I allow
a little more than I should have--so what?!?

The butter it just melts on bread so light
to compliment the vegetables we grow,
now if you know a life that's half as right
as this, you'd better make it yours to know.

   And I will say the grace, to thank God for
   what He has give--so He will give us more.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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My Thanks To God

I walk through my storms with my head up high! 
I give praises to God with my arms open wide! 
I shout Hallelujah my soul is set free! 
Thanking the Lord that he delivered me!

Copyright © Jocelyn Clark | Year Posted 2012

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We Will Not Comply

We Will Not Comply

I never thought I’d live to see the day
When children would be taught that God is dead,
The flag we love, someone would take away,
Or leaders in corruption share a bed.

It matters not to me who ridicules;
I am American, I will rebel.
I’ll keep my God, my guns, my right to use
Free speech the truth to tell.

We never thought to live in tyranny—
Just to stand for truth could mean your life;
We need to recognize we are not free—
We will not save our country without strife.

Will we rise and claim our liberty
Or take the lies and bow to slavery?

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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Demi God

You're the soul of God Apollo teaching, 
A pied piper delighting followers.
The Shaman giving hope to those seeking, 
You gave an image of life unfettered. 
Your life was a fight, you dreaded sheep life,
And your lips in hell burn before you tell. 
Guiding sight giving needed life insights,
Demi God unknown to self, born to help.
You were a bright sun with a golden hue,
Welcoming door, an un-corralled stallion.
You’re the greatest teacher I ever knew,
To live a life as you, to inspire youth,
Who will quest for you, and I say I shall.
Our sprits locked, miss a lot, Professor Al.

Copyright © Michael Hawk Moore | Year Posted 2014

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God Only Knows

Your sudden departure caused glum wonder
A blow that was sinking deep into core
Panic and tough refusal grew under
Death by the final course was to blame for.
Fidelity is dug from a soft spot
His bittersweet timeline has proven such
Makes to think if love is worth the long shot
Little bit of drama for a soft touch.
Yet too forlorn to accept selfishness 
Detaching duties of a well-wisher
Comfort is given to a reticence
Ignorance to the acquired fresh blister.
My dear friend grilled upon reaching the cure
To after one’s own heart that was thought pure.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015

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''I longed for love--love pure like driven snow'' re-revised

I longed for love—love pure like driven snow,
untouched and virgin—in the years to come:
but years did come and go until (O woe!)
it, like the fall, decayed in my autumn.
Heartbroken, never I a princess met
or maiden girl with whom to spend long nights
of ardent love. (Alas! best to forget
my heart's too foolish hopes of its delights.)
Unstained by sin, naïve and innocent;
unspoil'd by life and vice in the very least:
I cast'd aside my youth's prurient bent,
forswore my loins' lusts and was my own priest!
     Now aged and useless, I've denied all love;
     thus life's reproach abides and won't approve.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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The Narrow Line

There are divisions on life’s narrow line
where paths on left unite with paths on right.
Those crossroads we encounter intertwine;
must choose which way, and oft in dark of night.
On left, perhaps the Devil’s wish we turn;
on right, a path more blessed by God; we find
the choice can lose the soul with no return,
or help it rise to happiness refined.

With God and Devil, we must live our years;
the balance is an act we face each day.
At times, the narrow line is blurred by fears;
go right, go left…a choice to make; we pray...
The one we then must choose will suit our quest;
Our only judge…a conscience well at rest.

January 11, 2015

Premiere Contest: Saints and Sinners
Sponsor: Silent One

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015