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Details | Romanticism | |

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

I Closed My Eyes To See

I sit alone in the forest among the grass and moss one day
I hoped to grasp fulfillment  in my heart and alone pray
I shut my eyes to see my surrounding about me
I felt suddenly so cheerful and free
The sun beams leaped and danced upon my shoulder
They pressed against my warm skin much bolder
And as I listened to the sun shining
I seen in the midst of my darkness it gleaming
It told me of it's story through minds eye, I too see
Oh it made me feel so free
I continued to listen what the leaves then told me
Brushing upon one another so swiftly
It was a sound, oh my I listened delightfully
The leaves then burst in laughter, swish swish ha ha,
Chuckling ever so high as the wind did blow
It's extending branches twisted to and fro
Tickling one another of the full free winds frinzy
In the distance the church bells rang
Clang, Clang, Clang, 
I even hear the people inside as they sang
The flow of their voices rested gently on the evening wind
For through eternity in this place I wanted to spend
The sunlight no more upon me within it's driven range
The coolness of the evening jumped out at me
I sit a bit longer in my minds eye the scenery to see
Again as I gasped, I suddenly do feel so free
I listened to the distant buzzing of the bees
The coolness looked so vicious and so strong
I shut my eyes no longer, the darkness was all around
With my eyes I seen the sad, dark, gloomy mossy ground.
What fun I'd had today as I shut my eyes and watched the 
scenery with mostly my ears
Now a blind man of his in tuned senses, a Gift from God to him given 
and should never fear the darkness, or challenged by his fears.
For that day I spent in the darkness sensing all the landscape
Over and through my senses a lovely gift God did over me drape.


Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.


Details | Narrative | |

22 Lines

22 Lines
By Nate Spears


I stand on top of the opinion of the mighty powers above 
Staring into the eyes of their dominion 
Keeping myself armed and fighting 
In mind
In the order of a new world
In the order of new eyes
My spirit is old
In the order of new times
My heart lacks no fear
My hands lacks no wrong
So I have no tears 
to let roll on

As The River Of Jordan splashes in red
My evil days shall past
Consistent with biblical teachings
I speak the truth consistent with loud speakers
Let freedom ring
While I’m running my fingers through the clouds 
I've discovered a savior to save us
Now drip my sun light onto the best
Now drip my sun light  onto the rest
Goodness shall fall from my fingers tips
Onto the pages 
of my ink.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Blank verse | |

Always With Me

When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair,
Does it mean God is all around me?

When the sun parts the clouds,
While the rays reach through the windows,
Does it mean God is watching over me?

When the sun pierces through the sky,
While the beams of light descend behind me,
Does it mean God is always with me?

When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair…
Yes, it does mean God has and will always be there.

When the sun shines through the clouds,
While the rest of the skies are grim and grey,
Yes, it does mean God is sending a light of hope for me.

When the sun shines in the sky,
While the rain is descending from the clouds,
Yes, it does mean God has made me a promise.

When the sun clears the skies,
While the rainbow above me appears and fades,
Yes, it does mean God is always behind me, showing me the way.


Details | Acrostic | |

Under My Umbrella

U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.

M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.

U mbrella,
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.  


Details | Free verse | |

How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring Has Sprung

Spring has sprung again --
sunshine, flowers, waterfalls:
God’s gifts to mankind!


Details | Rhyme | |

IT'S MID-SUMMER AGAIN

It's mid-summer again with its mild and moist morning,
Soon whisked away by the mid-day sizzling breeze.
The gorgeous wildflower drinks of the sun's offering,
While butterflies sip of the lily blossom's wine on the lees.

Mid-summer is a time when love beads of rain cool the air;
The gentle beat of its falling seem a song of beneficence.
Then using the rainbow with his incomparable epic flair,
The Great Poet punctuates this grand verse with elegance.

As the birds are resting from their morning serenade,
They now allow the cricket its course at center stage.
The songbirds are cooling their throats in the shade,
Letting the hot sun with its prickling heat fiercely rage.

As the summer sun begins to appear as sweet red lips,
Like a dessert of refreshing sugared berries before me.
The evening breeze cools and my brow no longer drips,
As my eyes grow heavy and I dream of the new day to be.  


Details | Rhyme | |

A Place In The Sun

A Place In The Sun God’s Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity, Like tethered on a string, we’re pulled around your glow, Your light and energy support all living things— You are the center of our Galaxy, we know. Our Sun, God’s beacon shinning down on us each day Embraces us in warmth and knowledge that His gift Holds answer to the way our Galaxy exists With Sun, the center of all life, in space adrift. We look for you at break of dawn each brand new morn And feel the surge of hope you bring for our new start; Your brilliant rays above the clouds take breath away… We feel the reign of God behind your beating heart. At sunset in the soothing glow of earthly dusk, We feel the calmness that flows through our quiet soul… Our God of glory reigns within your dimming light To grant the peace of night and wake refreshed and whole. Oh Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity, But hand of God created life for us through you… The miracles of life sustained by Sun’s great force Were planned and shaped by our Creator’s imaged view. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~5th Place~ Contest: A Place In The Sun Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle Judged: 02/02/2015


Details | Ode | |

Love from afar

A glorious yellow sun

 hot enough to burn, to

 Scotch all life out of

 existence. Yet if this

 tremendous ball of gas

 is of further distance into

 the vast. Our beautiful blue

 planet would be like a giant

 marble, a ball of frozen glass.

 This magnificent feat of exactness

 is not by chance, look up take a

 glance. Its perfection, perfect love

 from above.


Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Details | Light Poetry | |

How does that Lilly grow in this place?

In this valley were the sun did seem to shine all day and a lone coyote on a hilltop calls out 
for a mate. Were arid temperatures seemed to linger throughout the day and the skulls of 
the weakest of Mother Nature’s most defenseless litter this place and nature’s many 
scavengers’ feed off the last of their remains. With their forward set eyes which always seem 
to be in search of another easy meal to claim. As both the weak and the strong seek out 
shelter from the hot day’s sun, with shelter at a premium and each cool place to rest virtually 
non existence to those who sought out relief from the unforgiving rays of the hot sun beams 
burning down on their carcasses and brains. Some of them would even fight for those rare 
and few cool hiding spots, even if it meant to their death. This was Mother Nature’s attempted 
to bring balance and harmony to a place where only the strongest of God’s creations seem to 
thrive in this place. It was here that I found a single Lilly growing in this God forsaking place 
and it was then that I did realize? That our God had a purpose for us all in this world, even 
for that single Lilly that was growing there all alone in this place… It was Gods way of telling 
me that all things are possible even if we seem to be alone in this world. One was not a sign 
of the end, it’s really a sign that there is more to come and that is why the Lilly does grow 
there in the valley all alone in a place where there was once none.


Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Rhyme | |

Mithraism

Mithraism “20 They exchanged their glorious God for an image of a bull, which eats grass. 21 They forgot the God who saved them, who had done great things in Egypt, 22 miracles in the land of Ham and awesome deeds by the Red Sea.” Psa 106:20-22 NIV At the foot of Mount Sinai In the presence of our Lord, God’s children worshiped the image of a bull— Ignored their God in one accord. The worship of Mithras who slayed the bull Is still with us today; Covered with a robe of Christianity; It’s pagan origin concealed, not on display. Mithraism is based on Astrology, Which has become favored by many. As if the times and season have an influence, When it is God who controls our journey. Most say Mithraism originated in Persia, And covered most of the Roman Empire. It was a religion of secrecy— Gave credence to its sun god umpire. Mithraism influenced so-called Christianity In a very subversive way. Many of its customs were adopted, Such as a priesthood and Christmas day. When Mithraism is closely studied, It’s not very hard to see, That the Romans obeyed their sun god— Their Emperor’s hand of power to agree. Constantine made the cross a symbol Worthy of power and display; Claiming it brought him victory In a strange, miraculous way. Although professed, he was not a Christian, But rather sought unity of his kingdom; Purely to maintain his power; Put a stop to all Christian martyrdom. Constantine was a Legionnaire, And their secret religion was Mithraism. As head of the military he influenced Christianity, With his secret religion of paganism. Mithras’ worship is still with us, But it has a Christian camoflague. It’s always been a religion of secrecy, So ask God's truth to be revealed at large. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | Haiku | |

Abraham

“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’ 

— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV


    Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
    —Meet sunlit water


Details | Rhyme | |

A Place in the Sun

 A cosmos packed of wondrous miracles sowed

Precious creations on it leave us awed
Like the sun with its own place in the making
Are appertained to the almighty's molding
Cold if not for the light after dark
Emerge the sun shining high and stark

If it not represent the good in mankind
Never will the evil seem dark and blind

There is a place in the sun's domain
House the blessings of God within 
Emanating its radiance on creatures to calm

Solace it brings with a caress so warm
Unto all from the loving divine
Never once does he forsake his shrine.

© Nadiya (19 Jan '15)


Details | I do not know? | |

I AM BLESSED

This has been one of the hardest years of my life,
Many losses took me to a lonely empty place.
Losses within my net family and my biological family.
Left me shaken, confused and feeling hollow.

It is late or very early THANKS GIVING morning,
I have been pondering what blessings I have.
It was not easy this year, so much  has changed.
Yet the Lord has blessed me with so much.

Our home is paid for, so we have a warm place to live.
A loving man in my life, three adult children, and a pet.
Many wonderful friends world wide to share with.
My greatest blessing is that I wake each new day.

No matter what the day brings, it is an adventure.
I know in my heart I never have to face it alone.
Life is a blessing the good and the hard times.
I Thank God for it all, and for leading me to the light.

I know that those gone before are still with me,
I feel their love and know they are waiting for me.
When my time comes to cross over we will be together.
So each day I awake and look with optimism of it's coming.

Each morning sun rise brings a sigh of awe,
Each evening sun set brings thanks to my heart.
I have lived life wild and free in youth,
Strong and steadfast as an adult, doing my best.

So this THANKS GIVING I thank God for his blessings,
For allowing me each day to share with those I love.
For letting me view the beauty of his creation.
For allowing me to write it and share my heart.

DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 11, 2010


Details | Ode | |

In this world

Beautiful day, sun full beam upon

 my face. A fresh brilliance as I Inhale,

 this world is truly indescribable. I

 certainly cannot comprehend the

 depths of the deepest oceans to the

 highest mountain peaks. I could ponder

 till the grave the vastness of the landscapes,

 every creature God has made. A world

 teeming with life every corner far and wide.

 I have let the barrier down. In this world

 God's love is beyond our understanding. Its

 unconditional and forever lasting


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain And Sun

 The rain fell down hard yesterday. 
 Did Your anger provoke that display? 
 Did I do something so terrible? 
 The weight of sin is much less bearable. 
 Does the pounding, relentless rain 
 fall upon the righteous the same? 
   
 The sun shines today so freely. 
 Are You quite pleased with me? 
 Or are these the same rays that touch the evil? 
 Is Your grace so great to conquer the devil? 
 You woo sinners with gifts small and great. 
 You love us to death, crucifying hate. 
   
 Rain or sun? 
 What have we done? 
 Not of our merit, 
 but by Your Son. 
   
 Rain and sun are both gifts. 
 It's just a matter of perception shifts. 
 Both are needed to survive. 
 Lo, and behold, when both collide! 
 Put them together, witness a promise. 
 The sun through the rain isn't hard to miss. 
 Look at the sky. Smile as it hits. 
 With childlike innocence, a rainbow sits!


 by Juliet Ligon
 Motif: spiritual


Details | Rhyme | |

The Heart of my Friend

The Heart of my Friend

The wings of the butterfly are painted so unique
With God painting them how am I to critique
So vivid and beautiful as they float on the air
Showing off their beauty but nothing to compare

The mountains out west are so majestic and tall
The colors are beautiful especially during the fall
When the sun rays hit them they show all their might
The colors so crimson when the sun goes down at night

The colors of the rainbow before and after the rain
Figuring out how God made it makes you wanna go insane
From the red to the purple I know God had a plan
He’s painted the world with a perfectionist hand

The heart of my friend is as beautiful as can be
Like the wings of the butterfly it shows her beauty
Like the mountains out west her colors so pretty at night
Like the beauty of the rainbow it’s reflected by the light

God’s touched my friends face with the tip of his brush
Her smile like a monet and her voice is so plush
You’ll understand one day if she ever lives in your heart
But I’m not sharing she’s more precious than art

There’s no other heart like my friends this is true
Her smile so amazing and her eyes so imbue
She’s one of Gods wonders and God sent her my way
I’m so blessed to have her in my heart every day


Details | Free verse | |

Gods Beauty

I thank your dearly god for all the days
 You've shown us beauty in so many ways
 The crimson sun against the smoky sky
 The speckles of villages from mountains high
 When everything is covered with a film of dust
 Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
 September's trees in warm attire all flush
 As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
 The fires that creep over the hills at night
 A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
 So much awe in the wake of destruction
 As all your creatures struggle to function
 Under October's sun bearing down
 Upon the ground completely brown
 The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
 As all the land becomes deathly still
 Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
 Survival a must we can hardly bear
 But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
 As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
 As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
 The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
 The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
 The large drops of manna falling at its feet
 And we all breath a large sigh of relief
 As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
 Thank you god for all we go through
 When we can't really see what's true
 Time in its circle such a complex thing
 We know healing u always will bring
 So much beauty does abound
 That faith can always be found.


Details | Lyric | |

I Won't Say Goodbye


I won't say goodbye, it's a word that implies, something now is ending,
And I'm too full of endings, to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think evening has come, a night must now pass.
Yet with the stars just like our sun to show us all the way,
Across the spans of darkest nights, there lies a brighter day.

I won't say farewell, it is one of those words, that means a scene is closing,
And I'm too full of closings to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think a pause must be in life's great symphony.
Our Maestro turns your page and mine, tuning some strings in need,
That each may play their greatest part, as onward now He leads.

I won't say godspeed, again it's a word, that means one is parting,
And I'm too full of partings to want that extra load.
Instead I'll think the time has come to trust in God's great care.
Our years are  filled with anxious prayers,yet He is always near,
Perhaps these moments must all be to teach us faith not fear.


Details | Sonnet | |

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 


Details | Free verse | |

strangled destiny

Through the peep hole of  Egyptian darkness shackled by conquerors hypnotic scheme 
awaits the incarnate spirit of Ra.

Summoned to defend the skies of eternity and the land of death 
against the traitors to the throne of the sun god
peace in these savage times shall be your curse.
may your conscience be your pillow  
and your wretched hearts your lullaby 
you and your puppet slaves will never tame this mane. 

there is nothing your lassos can suppress 
your skin of deception your pillars of lies and halls of betrayal 
will fall to the hum of my dynastic roar 
I am the truth the originator of galactic time 
your presence was my flatulent secretion
your death will be my orgasmic sigh.

Women of gaze that by-stand my struggle
fan as you may your perfumed air
it is your heart my canines seek
 your tongue has collapsed my rump
and stolen my corner stone
may your blood from my mandible spell
Traitor!


written for  Isaiah Zerbst's contest, Ancient Egypt.


Details | Free verse | |

My Morning Revelation

I just got back from my morning walk
I had forgotten how exhilarating it is
To watch the sun rise
Up over the hills of Beirut.

The campus where I teach is simply breathtaking
Nestled cozily in the pine tree forests on top of a hill,
It offers a panoramic view of Beirut

Many years back this was not a good thing
As the army brought a tank up to the upper campus
To shell enemy positions in Beirut
And our campus got riddled with bombs
We spent our days in shelters
While our campus burst into flame

But this morning, I didn’t remember any of that
I walked on the lower campus and gazed out at Beirut
I walked like a fool....my eyes looking up
Saying a shy good morning to the clouds
And a warm good morning to the One beyond

While I did my sit-ups on one of the benches
I looked up into the jacaranda tree
Its branches were naked, but I knew, I knew that in spring
It would be regal in purple finery
That would enchant all those who walked
Under the train of its beauty
Later it would rain purple petals down on all
But purple kisses for me, for I’m in love with this hue

As a reward, as always… I drove up to the upper campus
While listening to music, my second passion
As my car made the turns
I tried to keep my eyes on the road
And not fixed on the hills where the sun was getting ready
To make his glory known
Nor down on Beirut that was just waking up from slumber

I passed places that my heart cherished
Where my husband first asked me to be his
Where we parked the car and looked at
The dazzling lights of Beirut at night
Our hearts ablaze with the burning passion of youth
The place where he wanted to claim possession of me
But held back…honoring custom and tradition 

I drove down slowly
I drove down reluctantly
I wanted to relive everything
To find the joy of being alive, once more
I had forgotten how beautiful the mornings are
I had forgotten who I am in the great scheme of things
But HE reminded me…
As the sun pushed through the clouds and shone in brilliance
The verse came to my mind…
“And the Son of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings.”
Arise in my heart, for I need your healing!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Hope and Happiness

The Lord provides hope and happiness day by day,
This is God's blessing and way.

To live in a society both complex and divine,
This society both human and refined.

Talents respected and enhanced,
A chance to celebrate life and dance.

There is always hope for tomorrow,
God provides us with intelligent companions, perhaps only to borrow.

They are there for awhile,
Visiting with us on our isle.

Tomorrow they may have gone their independent way,
Perhaps they only stayed  for a day.

Each day when the sun rises and the sun sets,
God's beauty is everywhere to appreciate yet.

To breathe the fresh air and to know God cares for us,
All relatives and friends each day and night, a friendship ever so bright.

Blessings so many and so kind and to return home to the Lord divine,
A God complex and refined, a good and loyal companion of mine.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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Ra the Sun God

Ra the Sun God Ra Ta came to Egypt with old Thoth, 10, 000 years before the Jesus cross, The great flood had been and gone, Thoth, Mercury and Hermes were one. Built the Great pyramid, they did, Hermes the architect, stones were bid. Perfect square of line were they, Levitation, rocks, did float the way. Later Ra Ta was worshipped, as the sun god Ra, things he bid, marvels did, still are there, today. Kunkel says the Pyramid is a pump, lighted candle, Under a glass, vacuum sucks up the water, Pyramid has some secret class. Anubis, Jackal God of death, Gate keeper, soul to caress, Would guide your free spirit, To Osiris, if you were pure evil fate, Ammit endure. Don Johnson 28-july-11 tracie edwards Contest Name Write like an Egyptian
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Chariot Waits The Flame To Douse

with the tilt of the head,
and a heart so heavy...
he sits on the floor of his home,
thinking every moment about his capital levy...

for there are days,
with nothing to pass the time,
the god himself is staying so long,
and the dryness has dried the pond's slime...

the particles of the dust ready to enter the skin,
with the skin showcasing designer patches,
they never bothered playing in the dust,
roaming around with the deep itchy scratches...

there's no fire,
not a dime for the mere matchstick,
the dampness is breaking the strength,
And so is breaking the house's every brick…

still, they live, they live like mopes,
carrying a soul, with the least of their hopes,
for they believe, a chariot might come to take everyone in their house,
until then they will wait, and they will not let their flames douse…