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A Reminder: To Be


Those of you with a unique voice,
with a vision painted outside the lines of over-regulated cadence and rhyme,
I implore you to continue exploring a core
that is fearless in writing against the grain of convention --
for this very friction is a sandpaper helping to perpetually re-invent 
yourself by smoothing your raw, unfiltered passion
into a timeless chair in which people of the future will sit in
while reading your poetry ....

.... and their brows will crease, their eyebrows will arch into gates
where sighs of enlightenment will pass through,
for they are reading poetry that has not lost its novelty,
nor is it mimicry: a despondent, washed-out version
of 20 million other identically tired poems already written and read.

If you feel yourself being sucked down by the undertow 
of homogenization, fight against the current, drag yourself onto shore,
let sunlight percolate pure word-intentions from the nucleus 
of your ancient psalm-writing ancestry.

Your ancestors left behind DNA building blocks,
disciplinary examples and practices 
with which to construct mitochondrial drift
that bridges together the past and future
into a runway for you to take-off from
after the training wheels have been removed,
and gain a bird's eye view of what was,
what will always be sacred but not yours to build a mynah nest in
once truth's marrow is tasted from its winged divine inspiration --
a bird's eye view lifting above carbon-copy complacency.

To always be the freedom that manifests your luminous originality.




September 18th, 2013

*Author's Note: This piece isn't about writing in form or not writing in form. 
To ass.u.me such, is being short-sighted.

Having been a member here for years now, I have noticed a recurring phenomenon 
on this site. Many times, new members join who showcase a freshness, a sharp distinction in their style and poetic voice. They are a breath of fresh air for this site 
to breathe in. Over time, one can literally watch some of these members begin to homogenize themselves into a more general, stale style of writing. I am not sure 
wot all the variables are for this phenomenon, and it likely differs according to each experience. Depending on circumstance, I can only speculate the reasons why some people are willing to compromise their distinctness on this site. Maybe sometimes it happens because of entering too many contests? Of wanting to fit in with the flock?

When I do see it happen, I want to yell: "No, no, no! Stop! Please don't do it! Turn 
back while you still have the chance! Please don't compromise your distinctness for some inane contest .jpegs and congratulations, or insincere, back-patting comments. One sincerely inspired comment, is worth more than 10,000 petty comments -- worth 
so much more."





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Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2013


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A Choir of Nature

“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness therein, the world and they that dwell therein” A Psalm of David…
Solitary, I stand upon these ever changing shores Where sun, sea, earth and winds abide Where time and tide flow forevermore In a timeless waltz, as one, they reside Within this glorious setting sits a conspicuous ruin A beautiful church built with mortar and stone Stones carved and laid by hands, gifted and willing And now vast blue skie replace the old wooden dome B'neath sits an altar graced by Morning Glory vines Ascending, yet, to the sun and matching blue skies While fragile walls hugged by bougainvillea climbs Well dressed in their shocking pink and white styles And though silence prevails, I hear a choir of nature sing Melodious chants echoing within these broken walls Where the elements congregate and worship in sync... Transfixed; I kneel in worship and my soul gives its all! ~*~
By: Annalise Brigham For: “The Church by the Ocean” Contest” 09/29/11 *3rd Place

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011


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SHORELINE

Watching sunrise, shoreline's ablaze
Love letter sent from Thee
I sing a psalm, an Easter palm
And start my day with glee.

Watching sunset, shoreline's agleam
A note Thou sent with smile
I heave a sigh, a love's reply
And thank God for this isle.





No. 2 Shoreline
Let Me Feel Your Lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
31 March 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015


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The Preacher Man

His narrow eyes, misguided lies
Misguide his narrow plan,
To cleanse the world from demons, he
Was called The Preacher Man.

“I see no proof, I hear no truth!
Your science is a sin!
You’ll burn in hell if you rebel
And let the Devil win!”

The Preacher Man then took a stand
To convert the sinners by the hand
“You’ll see the Lord you’ll praise the Lord!
You’ll follow blindly Christ the Lord!”
The more he chased, the more they ran
From him, The Preacher Man.

Leviticus was hideous
To the innocent righteous folk
“The fags all shalt be stoned to death!” (Lev 20:13)
The terror he provoked. 

His crucifix read “Six six six”
The people use to claim
He’d always clutch on to a crutch
To get him through his pain

His acid tongue and Sabbath stung
With nails through his hands he hung
“My sacrifice is worth the price,
For council in the Lord’s advice!”
His rapture soon began
That beast, The Preacher Man.

His leather book of horror shook
The children to their knees
“Dash the babies against the rocks (Psalm 137:9)
And hang them from the trees!” (Joshua 10:26)

From town to town he went around
Proclaiming he could heal
“The pain of grace upon your face!”
(His wallet was concealed.)

So lock your doors and hide what’s yours
Protect your children from the w----
“I’m commin’ for you, I’m gunnin’ for you!
I’ll say that I’ve been pray’n for you!”
His ministry infests the land
He’s called The Preacher Man.

Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2009


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It's Only Through Jesus

~It's Only Through Jesus~ (Rhyme) It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth, He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2006 March.22.2015
Authors notes: Reference Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16 IN GOD I TRUST! My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23. Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV) 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen!

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015


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The Makeover - Still Weeping



Still Weeping

Original poem - Verse - June 8, 2013

Many came with flowers,
rainbows of roses and lilies,
solemn people came and went.

And then it was quiet,
the white snow fell upon me,
as I lay waiting in my eternal peace.

In a low voice father spoke,
with tears so fondly all those years,
then an elderly man came to be with me.

Often my beautiful mother came,
so mournful she came on the coldest days,
then one day she came to be with me forever.

Many times grandmother came,
oh, I remember her sweet, lovely voice,
then she came one dark night to be with me.

Many times a little girl came,
she crooned my precious name, Susie,
her eyes so dark and sad with weeping tears.

And even now, so often,
a woman comes with raven hair falling,
could this be the little girl who is still weeping.

I hear the names she whispers,
she does not cry just for me but for all,
who lay with me beneath the grass, rain and snow.


_________________________________________
Still Weeping The Makeover - Sonnet - March 15, 2015 Many came with flowers, rainbows of roses and lilies, Solemn people came and went, then it was calm; Snow fell upon me as I lay beneath the barren trees, It was quiet when father read me a lovely psalm. In a low voice father spoke to me so sadly for years, Then an old man came to me beneath the azure; Often my beautiful mother mourned me with tears, And soon she also came to be with me forever. With her sweet voice many times grandma came, Then she was with me and I soothed her fears; A little girl crooned Susie, my precious child name, Could this be the young woman who still weeps tears. She weeps and prays for all the names engraved in stone, All who lay with me where wildflowers have grown. ______________________________ March 15, 2015 Verse/Sonnet For the contest, The Makeover, sponsor, Roy Jerden Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015


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Limbo

Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.

Coiled candle sticks! Their twisted wicks no longer 'lume the cracks
with dying flame, subdued and tame, mid pendant pearls of wax,
since deference to innocence dissolved in molten tracks.

Above! The dismal ditch of dusk reveals a velvet streak,
through which the winter’s wicked winds will sometimes weave and sneak,
and faraway a cable sways, a bridge clings hushed and bleak.

Thin shadows shift, like silver shafts, across the cruel moraine
reflecting white a wisp of light in ebon beads of bane
which casts a crooked smile across a faceless window pane.

Wan neon lights glow through the nights, through darkness sleek as slate,
while lanterns (hovered, high above, in lurid swinging gait),
haunt ballrooms, bars and bare bazaars, though no one's there to fete.

The souls who come with jagged tongue won't sing a silent psalm,
nor paint pale lips with languid quips to pierce the deathly calm,
nor pray for mercy, grace deferred, nor beg lethean balm,
nor yet redress the emptiness that shifting shades embalm –
they've seen, you see, life’s brevity, and face it with aplomb.

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2015


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My Love Endures

As steadfast as the sea
Pounding its symphony
Making love to the shore
Always reaching for more
My love endures

As stars that grace the sky
Sung in sweet lullaby
Firmament jewelry
Bequeathed to you and me
My love endures

As mountains that remain
Which mysteries contain
That stand the test of time
God’s sentinels sublime
My love endures

As searing as the sun
Placed to rule everyone
Who daily journey makes
With warmth that nature wakes
My love endures

My love endures
Through all changing seasons
Through all unknown reasons
Through all the storms and strife
Through all that threatens life
Through portals of the grave
Through the gates of the saved
MY love ENDURES

Eileen Manassian

PS…this is a romantic love poem, but it is an echo of Psalm 136 which is a testament to the greatest love one can ever experience….the love of the Almighty! 

Psalm 136
1 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good.
His love endures forever.
2 Give thanks to the God of gods.
His love endures forever.
3 Give thanks to the Lord of lords:
His love endures forever
to him who alone does great wonders,
His love endures forever.
5 who by his understanding made the heavens,
His love endures forever.
6 who spread out the earth upon the waters,
His love endures forever.
7 who made the great lights—
His love endures forever.
8 the sun to govern the day,
His love endures forever.
9 the moon and stars to govern the night;
His love endures forever




Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014


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A PSALM OF PRAISE AND WORSHIP

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child of God.
As I grew older, I lifted my head up to clouds.
Somehow, my path swayed.

If the Lord does not anoint me, why do I sing?
If I am not blessed via his blood, why do I live?

Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is enshrined because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I worship and praise.

If the Lord does not guide me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not supply my needs, why am I here?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child.
As I grew older, I hoisted my head up to sky
Somehow, my path swayed but now, my life is saved.

If I am not a crusader for the Lord, why am I here?
If I am not on the battlefield for the Lord, why am I here?

Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is transmogrified because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I give the Lord God the highest praise.

To My Redeemer...

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
|____________________________________________|
 Form: Anaphora
 Penned on December 13, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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HOW OFTEN DO I SAY

HOW OFTEN DO I SAY My God, h o w o f t e n do I say that I love you? Did I when You give me message and I speak? Did I when You give the Bible and I read? Did I when You give me directions and I obey? Did I when I followed Christ, Your Son? Each time tears roll under my cheeks it's You I run to call A breath of prayer my succulent squeeze of shaping hope and hence, Your ways and answers will be revealed whole I trust You'll crash every fears that crumbles my whole! Every beat of my heart belongs to You. Every amazing thoughts in my mind comes from You. And I acknowledge Your ever faithful presence; As I open my eyes when I wake up; the soft brush of sunlight kissing my skin the tiptoeing fall to dagger pour of rain the bubble bloom of blossoms tickling my nose The chirping birds I hear each time I sit and pray. Every pats. Squeeze. hugs... Oh! they truly remind me, how You love me.. :) And so... I love You my God that each day I live... I long to serve You in every talk in every walk I love You my God that I opt to pass each test You put me through I love You my God that just by thinking of You it makes me smile It makes me wanna say thank You. thank You and T H A N K Y O U... © O. E. Guillermo October 23, 2014; 11:22 pm ***Inspired by my favorite Bible verses: Matthew 22:37: ''YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND.'' Psalm 118: Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;his love endures forever.

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014


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A psalm to Jehovah

On my hands and knees
Father,
I came to you

In the gloomiest of rain
when mine taught became
shriveled 

And
of course,
on those days which I did feel
a hundred fold
Blessed !

Yet now Father;
erect I do feel,
for i know You !

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011


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THE ALL POWER IS GREATER

THE ALL POWER IS GREATER!

The Big Bang designed the stratosphere and troposphere.
Below both majestic presence, Earth is the topography.
Today, all God’s creature roams freely.
Human being munificence is magnanimousness.

Now sits a child fulfilled.
She has her ink pen.
She aspires to be a writer – a great poet someday.
She is real to a righteous path.
Her themes and topics display a certain initiative.
God’s kind of poetry she leitmotifs vigorously and the melodies manifested.

A theological epitome inner cores and personification of the spirit went aglow.
Her radiance was beautiful.
Her voice recited the glory of the omnipotent.

God had sent the gift of psalm and she embraced him with open arms.
Baptism converted her soul to be a modern-day Apostle of the Lord God.
 
Prophecy she formed.
Wisdom and knowledge was born.
Her innateness was so strong that she was a natural.
Her libretti brought smiles.
When a release was necessitated from emotional dismay, her librettos bring hope and puts God’s speed in place.

The Lord God sent the gift of psalm.
In a whisper, is the strength of voice.
The Lord God provides the power.

The people exclaim, “This is God’s kind of poetry.”
Eloisa proclaims, “This is praise and worship of the omnipotent."
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 19, 2014 @ 12:48 A.M.!
Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry' Contest!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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I Will Lift Up My Eyes


I WILL LIFT UP MY EYES

I will lift up my eyes unto the hills
To the God of Heaven and seek His will

The Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
Has been my help before my birth

He never slumbers, nor does He sleep
I forever will be in His watchful keep

He is the shade on my right hand
Under His protection, I'll forever stand

I'm preserved from evil, He preserves my soul
I'll trust Him until His face I behold

My going out, and my coming in
Are preserved forever only by Him

One day I'll stand on Heaven's shore
To reign with Him forevermore


	Curtis Moorman
	22 December 2011

For contest: Faith vs Poetry
Based on Psalm 121:1-8

Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011


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The Difference Between You and Me

You hug and slug me
You hot and cold me
You love and loathe me
You calm and craze me
You feed and starve me
You kiss and hiss me
You heal and hurt me
You praise and raze me
You fill and kill me

I hug and tug you
I heat and hot you
I love and live you
I calm and psalm you
I feed and fill you
I kiss and miss you
I heal and feel you
I praise and raise you
I fill and thrill you

See the Difference?

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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one world one psalm

our hearts are one
our breaths are one
our thoughts are many

Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2015


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A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN

A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN

Treading towards an immortal search
  a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
  down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.

Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
   Life still wriggles for habitable breath hiss
Shuddering fears may impregnate decline
   staggering, falling, hurting but LIVING!
Teardrops shed a lance or rose to the heart.
   Prayers a rumble to steps roaring zeal
      rave gaits thud though imperfect

Your lit of melodious merciful grace
    presages treasure drafts of redemption.
Breakages had caused falls bending spirits
   yet, these also caused cries of feverish hopes
  frightened but with Your heavenly touch
Am a mortal but siren-like singing hymns of salvation.

In the ocean expanse of gloomy sky,
   my heart -a white pigeon craving to fly high.
I strive to reach outstretch stars
   Sprouting lovelier even when rain arrives.
Singing my lifesong with side-sways,
   enjoying God's gift of life today.


(c)Olive Eloisa
1:41pm
September 18, 2014

Inspired by:

Psalm 147:11
the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love

Sponsor	Justin Bordner
Contest Name	Divine Intervention 
2nd place.. :)  to God be the glory..

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014


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THE GIFT: REBIRTH

THE GIFT: REBIRTH

Oh God, my Dearest God...
  clothed me fine 
    with your love divine
        upon magma pits that hid me
Oh God, my Dearest God...
   take me, save me... Save me!

My life gnarled 
  old like cathedral trunks
   deep rooted under brown solid soil ground.
  Branching trials somehow
    coiled and pinned me down..
      So as dark cyclopean sins fog me;
        shuddering my peace and sane.

Oh God, my Dearest God
    how calm, oh so calm, you came.
      How quiet, oh so quiet you cared
        How gently, oh so gently, You cushioned me
   Lovingly, oh so lovingly, YOu rescued me.

Tumbling twixt to pillars of dawn and twilight
    Oh God, my Dearest God
With You, threading mountain to mountain of woes, 
  lead me to harvest free
to orchard gifts of wisdom, hope and strength
   even to  crystal stairs of limitless amber wonder,
You let me experience to pursue these borders.

Oh God, my Dearest God...
  With our partnered walk
     icy drizzle of snowtalk
       melted gradually...
Oh God, my Dearest God...
  By siblings of smiles and golden gestures
     You permitted me to have anew nurture.

Oh God, my Dearest God
   allow me then to hymn a psalm
      let it be a humble hum
 of my gratitude to Your matchless charm.

Barefoot, oh God, I will come
  baring all and bowing down.
 I will deliver my soulful cry
   that my aged misty life is gone
 And that,
   now
      is a present rainbow valley of rebirth..


© O. E. Guillermo
10:21 pm
September 02, 2014

Sponsor	Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name	The Gift 
Placed first.. :) to God be the glory..

Inspire by Biblical Verse:
2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come...

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014


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ANGELIC LIGHT





I count my trails along a field of woe herein, a night rambles on tiers of doom. Boughs curling their arms; my eyes cast below upon dull marble stones where sighs are entombed. I clutch for the moon that guides a wind’s flow; My dwindling hands brushing leaves uncombed. Yet prayers for life unmoved from above As shoulders freeze to find one precious dove. I enter an arch of disarranged hill Blinded by darkness; thick the skin of air. My lips quiver into whispers, until Feathers so lucent appear from nowhere. Sweet voice of cherub awakens a thrill Listening to her psalm of light, sincere. While fragrance of comfort wafts on flowered breast Angel of dove wheels far, granting me rest. Angels Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014


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IMPOSSIBLES ARE POSSIBLE

IMPOSSIBLES ARE POSSIBLE

T h  o  u  s  a  n d  steps, 
    I...must boldly take!
Should I stumble, again
  I  will not succumb.  I must take..
    To climb heaven's gate, I must make.

  to how long, Oh how long...
     minutes, hours,
           days or years?
   I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
I will stand firm over flowing storms blow.
    I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
   I am hopeful... I am waiting on You, Lord.
    
My soulful heaven intercourse ....
     I pray: "My God, Oh God, guide me to increase"
As raw river rumblings, the appealing gust chimes my peace.

 Winters' biting cold
         Springs' vibrating show glow
    Summers' chanting heat..
        Autumns' bell rings both life and death 
All the season changes waves both smiles and tears
    Still, I am kneeling down clasping both my hands tight
        Trusting You that soon  [God, very soon]
 Your grace is there to bend and mend
     always, always You are at hand...

Salty crystals may glisten through my eyes
    Arms, I will raise high - my whole surrender cry
I believe. Patiently waiting for You `~
    joy, success and peace unto my life, You'll drew...

Whenever temptations lure me frightening my heart 
   stirring, shaking and shattering even my mind...
     Then notes from song's music fade
      Still, I will try... [God, I will try]not to be  fully swayed
 I know...  Your Breathing words are the sweetest..
    Your Living Words: my double edge sword
Everyday to be experienced and explored not ignored.

Past shadows-
  They are foes my God
     Causing shame and cross
Hungry gnawing lions surrounding me
  They are all ready. Ready. Ready to consume the fire in me.
       but, Through You..Through You Oh God.  [I believe.]
My poor tempest-tossed soul will be save
      for sins iron chains, I will break free then rise.

So long as I have breathe, my mouth shall fret
With You Oh God,  with You,  all things are possible...

***Inspired by Psalm
40:

1 I waited patiently for the Lord;   
  he turned to me and heard my cry.
2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
  out of the mud and mire; he set my
feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
3 He put a new song. in my mouth,
  a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
  and put their trust in him

And Matthew 19:26 - With man this is impossible but with God all things are 
possible..

© O. E. Guillermo
10:09 AM
AUGUST 16, 2014

Sponsor	Regina Riddle
Contest Name	Bible -
Placed 2nd





Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014


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I AM 'THE POETESS'

I AM, "THE POETESS" The array of pigeons stampede upon soft blue-white bears camping on the mountaintops. Stretching shadows across green fields, slowly depart when sun yawns to sleep. When moon-dust streams bathing the night sky, horizon gleams brushing--a hidden tryst below. From biting misery caused by world wars' fangs to lullaby hums of tweeting birds and of seagulls' swish and pounds... Grand or not they are spark spectacles drawing lifeline.. (I am the poetess who loves to write about these) Through my pen, I echo to the world the rhythmic message of love. I open the eyes of man to see the beauty among God's creations. (I am the poetess who is a lover of God and forever am seeking ways to please Him more than any) I bring beauty too, that even the blind can see.. Some trembles: songs and speech of angels that even the deaf can hear.I want to touch the lips of the dumb that they may psalm the ballads of life. (I am the poetess who is 29 y/o this year, a nurse, a singer, a cook in my own right :D!) I lift the spirit of the crushed then cheer victors in the pedestal. I invoke joy when there is none. Hence, even tears: a scream of smiles. (I am the poetess who dares try and reach my limits and beyond, writing from my heart of hearts and from my thought of thoughts) I light up a candle in the midst of hopelessness then usher through morals in verse:the cavalcade of humanity (I am the poetess who expresses freedom of expression responsibly-- wanting always to inspire, encourage and to remind) Poetic finesse not always my ground My name may never be known but each stanza I write I hope it may wake your somber muse. (I am the poetess that always consider herself-- beginner in every poem she writes...) I am the poetess... ________________________________________________________________ Sponsor TAMMY REAMS Contest Name Bio of a Poet ---Placed 3rd--- O.E. Guillermo 9:11 pm, April 15, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015


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A Soldier's Letter

"My dear Hannah:  We're camped nigh a town called Gettysburg tonight.
I take pen in hand to write to you, my love, by the flickerin' candlelight.
From afar I hear the beat of Rebel drums preparin' fer battle on the 'morrow.
Oh, my darlin' Hannah!  I ain't never knowed such loneliness and sorrow!"

"How I long to be with you and the children 'round our family hearth.
Ya'all mean the world to me, more than anything else on God's earth!
I recall so many times biddin' a sad farewell at our humble cabin door,
And marchin' off with my home brigade as we faced the cruel war!"

"I'm a-thankin' ye fer the chicken and apple pie you sent last week.
I shared it with my friends - it brightened our day which elsewise was so bleak.
This evenin' I read from my tattered Bible the Twenty-third Psalm.
We shared it many times at our family altar - it gives me such great calm!"

"I 'spect to be comin' home to help bring in the crops later on this fall,
And sit 'round the board to enjoy a bountiful Thanksgivin' with ya'all!
So fatten up old Tom Turkey, make some dressin' and sweet pertaters,
A couple of yer famous punkin pies and serve some fresh termaters!"

"I reckon I'd better close this letter 'cause its a-gittin' purty late.
Pray fer me, Hannah!  I'll leave ever'thing in God's hands as to my fate!
Hug and kiss the children fer me tonight as you tuck them in their bed.
I'll see you soon, dear one. 'Til then, I remain your lovin' husband, Jed."

Alas, the Scythe of Death reaped Jed's soul upon that ghastly field of strife.
The hopes expressed in his poignant letter would ne'er be shared with his wife..
It was found in his tunic pocket as he was lowered in his hallowed grave,
As his comrades honored him for his service and the life he freely gave.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013


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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak ____________________________________________________ J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015


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DANCING IN PANDORA

I live in  a faraway densely forested habitable moon,
orbiting in the central Alpha Centauri star system.
I am a blue-skinned sapient humanoid,
and a pride of Omaticaya clan in paradise of Pandora.

I own the beauty of  precious gem, a diamonds that glow.
Glistens like a crystal water softly flowing in  a stream.
I love to ride in a back of Toruk, my flying dragon friend,
While embracing the love of the man, my avatar king.

The nature is where my heart beats...
I love the scent of  flowers bloom in the field.
And enthralled my emotion with the song of  birds.
Then make love with the avatar in the midst of forest.

In the land of Pandora, I cherish the love that I've found.
The gift of goddess Eywa, our life has sustained.
Value every single tears that these eyes held,
Then give all my strength to defend the beauty of our place.

This is where I  found the man who changed my world.
I treasure every moment that our eyes met.
With his hands I feel secured,his touch made me stronger .
 His lips I surrendered all the love I can share.

Nature and love , an eternal power from within.
This world has a lot of precious things to offer.
Come to me, let us dance in the psalm of breeze.
And cherish this divine freedom from within.


Inspired by fictitious character of "Neytiri"
from the movie "AVATAR"
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Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014


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A gift

 I had an image of wrapping paper
and God showed me something amazing,
how a simple image can reveal so much
like explaining to a child God shown me this
so amazing. 



A gift of life
a gift of love
sent from God above
he carefully wraps his love around us
and seals us with his Grace
we look to the day
we will see his face
when you wrap and give a gift to
a loved one
you know how special it can be
and that is how God feels about you and me
God showed his love for us
the best way he possibly could
he wrapped his love around us
and covered us by the blood.


psalm 34  in sought the Lord, and he answered me;
    he delivered me from all my fears
Those who look to him are radiant;
    their faces are never covered with shame 
This poor man called, and the Lord heard him;
    he saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him,
    and he delivers them.


 the new covenant

we  are wrapped
       sealed
   and delivered

thanks be to God Amen. 

Psalm 91:4
 
He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart

Ephesians 1:13-14

13 And you also were included in Christ when you heard the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation. When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, 14 who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession—to the praise of his glory.

I  will say of the Lord, He is my Refuge and my Fortress, my God; on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I confidently trust For then He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence.
Psalm 91: 2-3   Amen


You are a hiding place for me; You, Lord, preserve me from trouble, You surround me with songs and shouts of deliverance.
Psalm 32: 7



2 Corinthians 1
and he has identified us as his own by placing the Holy Spirit in our hearts as the first installment that guarantees everything he has promised us.

1 peter 1 1 Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ,
To God’s elect, exiles scattered throughout the provinces of Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia and Bithynia, 2 who have been chosen according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through the sanctifying work of the Spirit, to be obedient to Jesus Christ and sprinkled with his blood:   Amen 








Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2015


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OF PERMANENT DWELLINGS



An episode of birds hovers beneath a marmalade moon , just for a while, as cotton-clouds sweep the brushed limbs of a sky ready to cradle the cloaks draping avian settlers; those who like us ascend on hammocks of dreams windblown by heady seasons gliding through embroidered spring, the livid lust in summer, on to a pious psalm come autumn, soon... opal stalagmites of winter: how abrupt and immediate this leaving! Here we are, beyond shadows tasting the song of evening walks soaring with Aurora’s mist vanishing into a world where permanence of cycles returns and repeats the refrains from humming rivers growing frail, until buds explode into leafy twirls sweeter than the scent of parsley on a fresh daylight…. icy, spicy, tangy. Birds tweet, to swivel back into ancestral nests much like us... wandering then yearning to kindle the fire and oil of sweet home. Somehow, seasons change… but our children’s dwellings and god ‘s grace do not. ............ 1/28/2016 For Cyndi Mac Millan's Contest FIVE PROOF: FREE VERSE THAT SHOWS IT AIN'T NO PROSE ...................... Literary devices: Assonance, Alliteration, Imagery, Mood, Synesthesia

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016