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Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |

WELCOME TO FORT APPARITION

           ~WELCOME TO FORT APPARITION~
        ~A long dramatic verse poem in rhyme~

“Hmm; I see you are new?”
“Yes, Doctor; stationed here almost a year ago.”
“I think I figured out your problem!?”
“But please tell me so that I may know.”
“Know what; if I am crazy!?”
“It is as it does; so the saying goes!”
“OK just please relax.”	
“Take a deep breath, and breathe in through your nose.”
“Now very slowly please.”
“Would you start from the beginning?”
“Yes Doctor, I shall.”
“But why are you grinning!?”
“Oh; I’m sorry, it’s because;”
“I already made my diagnosis!”
“Hearing your story;”
“Would confirm my prognosis!?”
“Lay back on the sofa.”
“Tell me everything.”
“And please; don’t be ashamed.”
“To tell me… anything;”
“I will do my best.”
“To listen objectively;”
“I've heard it all before.”
“Let’s start; the minutes go quickly!”
“It happened on the same night.”
“I first met this beauty in the snack bar.”
“A chance encounter; total strangers;”
“Now we’re a couple, leaving in the same car;”
“We get back to my place.”
“And she asks to take a shower!?”
“Don’t laugh Doc; I fell asleep.”
“She was in there for over an hour!”
“Now this is the part.”
“That gets strange and really weird.”
“I am a tough man.”
“But this has me somewhat scared.”
“I thought she slipped me.”
“Some kind of drug in my drink;”
“All I remember was falling asleep.”
“Then it’s morning and I’m shaving in the sink!?”
“But I am certain of what I feel.”
“My body knows that it just had sex.”
“But I can’t remember at all; “
“That’s the part that has me vex!”
“The Doctor stands and stretches.”
“Is time up!?” “No I needed to reach something.”
“Would you please continue?”
“Yes; I was just remembering.”
“That first night she was with me.”
“I did in fact feel her for a while!”
“There you go again Doctor!”
“What’s up with the smile?”
“”It’s because I know what’s coming.”
“That you met her only once.”
“The rest would sound crazy.”
“But be assured I am no dunce.”
“Every now and then;”
“You awake to the sweet smell of her perfume.”
“And it looks and feels.”
“Like you two just made love all over the room!?”
“But all you remember;”
“Was dancing in the bar, her in the shower, and you in bed!?”
“Know you had sex, can’t remember it.”
“Now you think you’re going out your head!”
“This happens every now and then.”
“And you are here for some answers!?”
“Well then here it is.”
“You are but one of her many private dancers!”
“What; she pulls a one night stand.”
“Then months later; climbs through my window.”
“Perhaps that would explain.”
“Why you keep seeing her shadow!”
“No; you are not insane.”
“But what I say next; may drive you mad!?”
“This would help explain.”
“All those wet dreams you've had!”
“You have never met.”
“Nor seen her anytime before!”
The Doctor said; showing him a  picture.
One look; and he faints on the floor!”
Some smelling salts;
Finally awakens him.
“Just breathe easy.”
“And don’t look so grim!”
“Doctor I am having a very hard time.”
“I’m trying, in my own way, to process this!”
“For now just consider yourself lucky.”
“Upon fainting; the table’s edge your head did miss!”
“OK I’m ready; show me again.”
“I hope this time it’s not as scary!?”
Once again he looked at her picture.
It was from a century’s old obituary!
“Rosie has a thing.”
“For every new soldier in town;”
“The Troops will soon be rotated.”
“Then somebody else comes to me with a frown.”
“Is it a blessing or a curse?”
“I often thought real hard!”
“Until that one day.”
“Rosie left me her calling card!”
“What!” “You too Doctor!?”
Each showed the other; their white silk gloves!
“The legend says.”
“Rosie leaves them for whomever she loves!”
“There are a few days left.”
“Until your arrival’s one year anniversary;”
“Rosie will pay you one final visit.”
“Then find a new lover from the commissary.”
“Why haven’t you left this post yet Doc?”
“Aren’t you in the least bit scared?”
“I can’t leave this place or my Rosie.”
“She is the only one to whom my soul is shared.”
“Is it me or is it getting cold!?”
“There’s a sweater in that locker.”
“Thank you Doctor I’ll get it.”
"I turn around and there was the shocker!"
"Just that quick;"
"In an instant everyone was gone."
“Private; what the hell are you doing in here!?”
“No one is allowed in this building until dawn!”
“Are you new to this unit!?”
“Yes Sir; I’m just reporting for duty!”
“Isn’t this medical reception?”
“No it’s the new commissary!”
“Are you drunk or stoned soldier!?”
“No Sir!” MP’s escort him to my office!”
“Sit down and read this.”
“I hope it brings you some solace.”
There in front of me was a newspaper clipping.
The headline was over one hundred years old.
“Brave Psychiatrist dies in fire with Chef Rosie!”
“Yes Private, in time those special few are told!”
“The real truth of what happens;”
“Here at this isolated Out-Post.”
“Everyone at some point;”
“Will encounter their own special ghost!”
“I see you have met two already.”
“Captain I see no flame!”
“But smoke is coming from your pipes stem!?”
“Please Sir would you tell me!?”
“Are you also one of them!?”
The Captain then showed the Private.
His own pair of Rosie’s gloves;
“We are lucky son.”
“Some soldiers only get shoves!”
“Very soon is your rotation out of here.”
“And she will leave you forever!”
“You should let her love you.”
“Once more if you’re clever;”
“When I was your age;”
“I did just that and it was the best body spasm.”
“Now don’t be afraid.”
“Not everyone can say they had a phantasm orgasm!”
“So then Captain;”
“You must be a ghost as well!?”
“Yes I am.”
“But this is not Fort Hell.”
“Although some of us;”
“Have not accepted it yet;”
“By and large you should;”
“Like the one’s you have met!?”
“Captain am I too a ghost!?”
“Well son that depends on your cognition.”
“What is written on the Front Post sign?”
“Sadly the Private says; Welcome to Fort Apparition!”

~By: Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~


Long poem by Isaiah Zerbst | Details |

A Poem of Ruth

The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a distant, unknown land:
Once so secure, yet now compelled to roam;
Once rich in love, she treads through foreign sands.
Her weary feet move forward but by faith;
For all left to her name is mere belief:
Mind, heart so far away she seems a wraith-
Love, happiness- all taken by a thief.

When, sometime since, her heart had broke in two,
The path of life, once single, parted way;
Forsake she could, but this she would not do-
All else was gone- with mother she would stay:
"Intreat me not to leave thee," was her plea,
"For whither thou wilt go, there will I; pray
Forbid me not to follow after thee,
For where thou lodgest I would also stay:
"Thy people shall be mine, thy God my God;
And where thou liest, I will gladly lie
Beside thee, overhead the selfsame sod;
That even then thou mightest be closeby.

"And so they twain walk on, hand clasped in hand;
Both hold the only thing they yet possess:
The younger but a stranger in the land,
An enemy, a widow in distress.

She rose before the sun to find a place
Where she might gather barley ears and wheat;
A field where she might find some needed grace
To gather for their winter store of meat:
Then Boaz comes from Bethlehem, and see,
He tarries with the reapers of the wheat:
He comes to Ruth and says, "Hear'st not thou me?
Remain until the harvest is complete:
"Go not from hence, but in my fields abide,
And let thine eyes be on the field they reap;
Behold, these maidens thou may'st work beside,
And near the reapers thou may'st ever keep."
Then to her face she fell, and wond'ringly
Asked why to her, a stranger, was so kind;
And he replied that she unfailingly
Had cleaved unto her mother with one mind,
And left her father, mother, and the soil
Of her nativity, and kissed the dust
Of some strange land wherein she meant to toil;
Forsaking gods of Moab God to trust:
"The Lord," said he, "reward thee for thy deeds,
 And recompense thy labour and thy love:
The God of Israel answer all thy needs,
And make his wings a shelter from above."
 Then said the maid, "My lord, please let me find
Some grace and favour in thy blessed sight,
For that thou hast been friendly, spoken kind,
And I am but a stranger in the night."
Then Boaz said, "At mealtime here abide;
Rest in the shade, come, sit with us and dine:
So down she sat, a reaper on each side;
She ate her wheat and dipped her bread in wine.
Then Ruth arose, and to her work she leaves:
The master thus commands his servant men,
"Let this young maid glean e'en among the sheaves;
Rebuke her not, for she shall come again;
And let some handfuls fall onto the ground,
There let them lie for my sake and for hers
That she may glean and plenty may be found;
For reasons she has need of it are pure."
And as she worked, Ruth knew not what a sight
Of beauty and of diligence she made,
As in the golden field in sunset's light
She bowed her head and knelt as if she prayed.

It came to pass that in his fields she stayed
Until the end of barley harvest came,
When mother told the lovely little maid
To seek for his provision and his name.
She washed and dripped an oil filled with sweet
Perfumes of wild roses on her face:
She had not much; her beauty was complete
With but her finest clothes to seek his grace.
Her braided hair shone brighter than the gem
That never graced her soft and shapely form;
Her eyes, they sparkled brighter than the hem
Of gold and pearls that she had never worn:
Thus Ruth went down unto the threshing floor
Where Boaz winnowed barley till the night,
And peeked at him so shyly 'round the door;
She never let him leave her searching sight.
His workday done, the master ate and drank;
With happiness his heart was full when fed:
Then by a heap of wheat he went and sank
Into the furry robes that made his bed;
And Ruth, a while watching till he sleep
Kept vigil from a stone used as a seat,
Till when his eyes had closed and sleep was deep
She lifted up the cover from his feet
And softly laid her down and dreamed of brides
Until the watchman struck a dozen beats,
And being startled, Boaz woke and spied
A woman sleeping at his very feet:
"Who art thou?" queried he in sleepy voice;
"Thine handmaid, Ruth," was her unsure reply;
Then blessed he her for wise and kindly choice,
For passing poor and rich young fellows by.
"And now, my daughter, gladly shall I do
According to thy wishes, for all here
Consider thee as virtuous and true;
Howbeit, there is one to thee more near,
A kinsman who must duly have his say:
If he decline, then rest assured I will
Perform the part of kinsman." So she lay
Down at his feet, and both were quiet, still.

In grey of early morning she arose,
Before a face could be discernéd there;
To keep from what some people might suppose
And who might stand along the road to stare:
Then Boaz said, "Bring here the vail thou hast
Upon thy head and hold it in thy hand:
Six times the barley measure filled and passed
From heap to vail as much as she could stand.
Then Boaz went up to the city gate
To find the nearer kinsman, whom he sought,
To see if he would purchase the estate
Of Ruth, and she herself, but he could not;
So Boaz purchased all the widows' land;
The houses, barns, and fields, though overgrown;
And bought what pleased him most, Ruth's comely hand
To cherish and to make his very own:
Then Boaz went to find the handmaid, Ruth
And lift her from a servant to a wife;
To love her in all tenderness and truth
In every day God blessed them both with life.



[By Isaiah Zerbst. Published 9/7/14. Parts of poem have been removed due to soup's limitations.]





Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/please_dont_ever_return_to_sender_666139' st_title='PLEASE DON'T EVER RETURN TO SENDER'>

PLEASE DON'T EVER RETURN TO SENDER

                        ~A long verse poem in rhyme~
I’m diving in my car.
50 miles per hour behind a delivery truck;
Then something happens;
That would have me run amuck!

Its rear door mysteriously opened up.
And out jumped, or fell; a little fox!
I swerved; and closed my eyes!
“Opened them; and it was just a box!”

But maybe it wasn’t; so I stopped.
And went to pick it up!
To my surprise;
It sounded like a crying pup!

“Luh luh Lord puh puh please duh duh don’t let there be one!?”
“I wished for it to be empty!”
Seeing something hurting; would leave me undone!

To my relief and surprise;
There was absolutely nothing inside!
I placed it in my car; then heard;
“I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE!”

“Wuh wuh what is happening!”
“Am I luh luh losing my mind!?”
“NO YOU’RE NOT, YOU HEARD ME!”
“NOW SIT DOWN YOUR BEHIND!”

“OK wuh wuh where is Ashton Kutcher!?”
“Am I buh buh being “punked!?”
“YOU’RE FUNNY! BUT NO!”
“HOWEVER, YOU WILL BE PLUNKED!”

“WHAT I’M ABOUT TO TELL YOU;”
“WILL DROP DOWN LIKE PILES OF BRICKS!”
“LET’S START WITH ME NOW!”
“AM I ONE OF LIFE’S MAGICAL LEARNING TRICKS”!?”

“EMPTY AM I?”
“OR ARE YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF!?”
“JUST LIKE THE ONE YOU PRACTICE ON;”
“WITH THAT MIRROR ON YOUR SHELF;”

“Buh buh but how did you know!?”
“DUH DUH DUH DID I ALSO STUTTER!?”
“YOU BETTER PUT ME DOWN!!”
“WHAT’S WRONG; LEGS JUST MELT LIKE BUTTER!?”

“Wuhh wuh what sorcery is this!?”
“TH TH THERE YOU GUH GUH GO AGAIN!”
“St st st stop it!!”
“I cuh cuh; can’t speak straight now and then”

“DON’T DARE LOSE YOUR TEMPER?”
“IT MAY COST YOU YOUR WEALTH;”
“YOU MUST NOT BLAME THAT SPEECH IMPEDIMENT;”
“SOLELY UPON YOURSELF;”

“DON’T SECOND GUESS “MY” POWER; OR “YOUR” OWN!”
“GREAT THINGS CAN BE FOUND IN THE SMALLEST PLACES!”
“YOU WILL SOON SEE THAT FOR YOURSELF!”
“WHEN THEY HEAR YOU; JUST LOOK AT THEIR FACES!!”

“I’M SORRY I IMITATED YOU;”
“SOMETIMES I ANSWER ANGRY KNOCKS!”
“Suh suh so you are for real?”
“Luh luh; like some sort of magical box!?”

“YES I AM!”
“YOU FIGURED THAT OUT RIGHT AWAY!”
“NOW PLEASE LISTEN CAREFULLY;”
“TO EVERYTHING THAT I SAY;”

“I WOULD REALLY LIKE;”
“TO SPEAK WITH YOU FOR HOURS ON END;”
“HOWEVER, I MUST GO SOON;”
“THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE I MUST MEND!”

“BUT BEFORE I LEAVE?”
“WOULD YOU PLAY A SONG FOR ME GARY!?”
“Huh huh how did you nuh nuh know my name!?”
“BECAUSE MY NAME IS ALSO GARY;”

“YEAH THAT ONE, LET’S JAM SOME;”
“BACHMAN.., TURNER.., OVERDRIVE..!”
“SINCE I DON’T HAVE ANY;”
“USING YOUR OWN HANDS; HOW BOUT A HIGH FIVE!?”

“Nuh nuh nice one!”
“I fuh feel you even though you have  no hands!”
“YES MY FRIEND SUCH BEAUTIFUL MUSIC;”
“IS PLAYED BY ALL THE GREAT BANDS;”

“DO YOU KNOW THE LYRICS BEHIND THIS SONG?”
“I duh do that’s why I play it suh so much!”
“YES MY FRIEND THOSE HEALING POETIC WORDS;”
“TRULY DOES GIVE ONE’S SOUL ITS NEEDED TOUCH!”

“THIS SONG AS THE STORY GOES;”
“WAS WRITTEN AS A JOKE;”
“A BAND MEMBER HAVING FUN;”
“AT A FELLOW; HE DID POKE!”

“BUT THIS PARTICULAR GUY;”
“WAS ALSO HIS VERY BROTHER”
“YES INDEED THE SAME ONE;”
“GARY, WITH THE REALLY BAD STUTTER;”

“That kuh kuh kinda reminds me of myself!”
“I’m starting to fuh feel all wobbly!”
“Is th th that you again!?”
“No I did the butter; you turned your own legs into jelly!”

“Duh duh duh; do you mean?”
“I have suh suh suh; special powers too!?
“BEFORE I ANSWER;”
“MAY I PLEASE ASK A QUESTION OF YOU!?”

“MY DEAR FRIEND DURING YOUR WHOLE LIFE;”
“FOR WHAT DID YOU MAINLY FISH?”
“YES, I KIND OF KNEW THAT!”
“WELL, YOU JUST CAUGHT IT; WITH YOUR LAST WISH!!”

“Wuh wuh what!?”
“I muh muh made one!?”
“Wuh why are you crying!?”
“Wuh wuh; have you come undone!?”

“Yuh you look like;”
“Yuh you could use some tape!?”
“I’M FINE;”
“HERE; JUST EAT THIS GRAPE!”

“GOOD; SWALLOW IT.”
“NOW SING THE NEXT LINES WITH NO REGRET;”
“Buh buh baby you ain’t;”
“Seen nuh nuh nuthin yet!”

“VERY GOOD, WELL DONE MY FRIEND!”
“NOW PLEASE GENTLY LEAVE ME ON THE GROUND!”
“Buh but wuh why!?”
“BECAUSE I MUST BE FIRST LOST.. TO BE FOUND”

“MY DEAR FRIEND THOSE TEARS SHED;”
“WHEN YOU THOUGHT, YOU HEARD A PUPPY CRY;”
“ARE THE SAME TEARS”
“THAT NOW MAKES YOUR TONGUE UN-TIE”

“AND THOSE WORDS YOU PRAYED;”
“ON HOPING NOT TO SEE THE WORST;”
“IS WHAT WILL FINALLY”
SATISFY YOUR  ONE UNQUENCHABLE THIRST!”

“AND AS YOU DRIVE AWAY;”
“SING IT VERY LOUD!”
“NO MORE STUTTERING!”
“SING IT OH SO PROUD!”

“NOW MY FRIEND;”
“HEED THIS BEFORE I LEAVE;”
“ALWAYS IN YOURSELF;”
“YOU MUST TRULY BELIEVE!”

“INSIDE OF ME YOU THOUGHT;”
“WAS SOMETHING YOU WISHED NOT TO SEE HURT!?
“JUST LIKE YOUR FEELINGS;”
“WHEN THEY LAUGHED AT YOU TRYING TO SAY SH SH SHIRT;”

“YOU JUMPED OUT OF YOUR CAR.”
“AND WILLINGLY PUT YOURSELF IN HARMS WAY;” 
“ALTRUISM IT IS CALLED;”
“SOMETHING WE SHOULD PRACTICE EVERY DAY;”

“NOW AS YOU SO;”
“WISHED FOR ME;”
“I ALSO WISH FOR YOUR;”
“STUTTERING TO BE;”

“SAY WHAT YOU SAID TO ME WHILE HOPING FOR MY BEST;”
“AND YOUR STUTTERING WOULD TRULY BE UNDONE!”
“LORD PLEASE DON’T”
“LET THERE BE ONE!!!!”

“Amen! Gary now read this!”
“And the words are not meant to be folklore;”
“PETER PIPER PICKED A PECK OF PICKLED PEPPERS!”
“SHE SELLS SEASHELLS BY THE SEASHORE!”

“OH MY GOD;”
“IT IS REALLY GONE AND DONE;”
“Yes my dear friend;
“Now enjoy your seasons under the sun!”

AS I DROVE AWAY;
LEAVING WHAT, I NOW KNOW TO BE MYSELF BEHIND;
THAT AMAZING LITTLE BOX;
WINKED AT ME WHILE DOING A BUMP AND GRIND;

THE LIDS POPPED OPEN; 
AND UPON ITSELF PLACED THE MAILING ADDRESS,
IN ALL OF MY ENTIRE LIFE;
I NEVER SAW SUCH A GENTLER CARESS!

AND AS I GLADLY READ STUTTER FREE;
THOSE AMAZING WORDS OF NURTURE,
THEY WERE PRINTED IN BOLD SAYING;
“PLEASE DON’T EVER RETURN TO SENDER!”

        ~ ROGER CHAD SATNARINE 2015~











Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/isnt_everyone_disembodied_at_some_point_in_life_667525' st_title='ISN'T EVERYONE DISEMBODIED AT SOME POINT IN LIFE'>

ISN'T EVERYONE DISEMBODIED AT SOME POINT IN LIFE

                                            

                                                ~I~ndividual
                                               
                                                ~S~piritualism
                                               
                                                ~N~aturally
                                                
                                                ~T~eaches
                                            
                                                ~E~verybody
                                                               
                                                ~V~ipassana
                                                                                  
                                                ~E~nthralls
                                                  
                                                ~R~ighteously
                                                                                   
                                                ~Y~our
                                                    
                                                ~O~wn
                                                                                   
                                                ~N~otion
                                                                                   
                                                ~E~veryone
                                                                                    
                                                ~D~iscovers
                                                                                    
                                                ~I~ndividual
                                                                                    
                                                ~S~pirituality
                                                                                    
                                                ~E~ncompasses
                                                                                    
                                                ~M~ankind’s
                                                                                     
                                                ~B~eholding
                                                                                     
                                                ~O~f
                                                                                     
                                                ~D~isembodied
                                                                                     
                                                ~I~nfluences
                                                                                     
                                                ~E~-verywhere
                                                                                     
                                                ~D~ictates
                                                                                     
                                                ~A~t
                                                                                     
                                                ~T~imes
                                                                                     
                                                ~S~upernatural
                                                                                     
                                                ~O~mnipotence
                                                                                     
                                                ~M~agnificently
                                                                                    
                                                ~E~nraptures
                                                                                     
                                                ~P~eople
                                                                                    
                                                ~O~f
                                                                                    
                                                ~I~nfluential
                                                                                     
                                                ~N~ondualistic
                                                                                     
                                                ~T~ranscendentalism
                                                                                    
                                                ~I~ndeed
                                                                                     
                                                ~N~exuses 
                                                                                      
                                                ~L~aghima
                                                                                      
                                                ~I~s
                                                                                      
                                                ~F~elt
                                                                                      
                                                ~E~verywhere


                               ~ROGER CHAD SATNARINE 2015~


Long poem by Mark Ackerson | Details |

The Seafarer

A Translated Version of the Old English Poem -

The Seafarer

Draw near and hear      the breadth of hardship.
Its lay is seas      of suffering,
of swelling woes      He heaves upon the wave,
those dreadful walls      of water’s rage!
They bear me      bitter depths
of mind and body.      And marking course,
lifting shadows      from the ship prow,
I strain for cliff shapes.      Stark cold stabs me,
Stinging sole      and stirs me
in an icy broth.      Such bree and trough
wears to deeper draft.      Hunger drinks the spirit.
I weary of the seas…
                                          Those souls the world
has overdressed      but weakly dream
of tacking sail,    the seas of perils,
living faith    alone and wretched
and deprived of friend,    depressed by winter winds
and heavy salt-freeze.    Salt-hail breaks the foam.
And I hear my name,    the naked waters call
with cresting, crashing wave.    Yet white swans call.
For my skylarking,    the screak of gannets
and curlew creaks,    they counter nethered taunts,
and mew gull strains    instead of mead.
Tempest hazes cliff,    land terns trill
frosty, feathered stresses,    singing to the storm.
Eagles scream    their screeches of sullenness.
How I mourn the kiss    of care and kin!
    The one who lives    in life’s delights,
who stomachs pride    well plied with wine
and safely housed,    has no hope of trials.
Ah! The weary wash    of water paths!
    Night shade falls    and north snow falls.
Shores frost thick,    shaping, shifting
In pelts of numbing hail.    Now, safe on land,
my trials lure me.    I long to try the brine,
its stinging spray,    and pray to stay the course.
My heartache coos    and claimed, my spirit bills.
    Again, I scud the seas!    Scouting distant vistas,
I fish the shores    of foreign land.
I see against the spray -    So spurned of pride
and free with gifts,    so fierce in youth
and great in deed,    I see the grace of God
saves no one    from certainty of death.
We fear the final will    that awaits the flesh.
I breathe and move for nothing -    My music, birds.
My woman is the sea    and gifts are what I see.
Nothing, but to plow    the pitching waves
That heat such yearnings    of a sea-heart:
Wintered towns flush    with wooded bloom.
The new paints the old    with promises of fruit.
How can I not return    and taste this life renewed?
It sends my spirit    sailing far
upon a flooding love,    this path of living faith.
Summer cuckoos    sing and dance
the songs of sirens,    sweeping weak hearts
in waves of grief.
                                  The ones who grow content
and fatten on the vine,    will never follow suffering,
bruising sea and self    to search the bounds of exile.
All the more my heart    must husk the breast.
My spirit sails    the seas, the yawning crest,
sounding where the whales    ascend the blue
that rides the earth.    It races back
and swoons with longing.    My sole flier sings
and sends me    swimming with the whales,
shipping tracts of sea.    There, I see three truths –
Faith given joys    flame a gentle heart
more than love of life.    Lands are locked in change,
that we should taste    their treats, not keep them.
And I hear three howlings    hot to drown us
in our swim of honeyed milk -    sickness, war and age.
They flog from man    his meteoric flesh
before the fire coals.    Fate knows all and none.
And I learn parables.    We prune our tree
to share the ripened fruit.    Fall will show our caring
and winter sing our faring,    now summer springs not.
I breathe of light!    My breath must melt
the icy grip of Hell    on this heart, these hands,
and force their warmth    against the Frozen One.
A man must stand    for stark resolve.
The Heavens boast    a heart of oak,
its lean for harvest gold.

                                             We hold left lands
of buried glories,    bound to graves long settled.
Men of power mimic    majesties asleep,
their love of labor    lost to easy vice.
Once, labors of love    were labors of truth,
of grand nobility    and gifts of brilliant stars.
The stars are faded,    their fabled joys fallen
to weaknesses.    Our world now wants.
What labors make, we love    and love of nature, lost.
Man’s creations    crust with age
and man will draw    to dust with age.
The years connect    our creasing lines.
We mourn our kin,    the men who die,
Those noble children    chilled in tilled darkness.
Life will leave us all.    Our languid forms
will never swallow    what is sweet of tongue,
nor taste the warmth    of truth, of love, of life.
Before the grave is closed,    it cries for gold
which goodly brothers    freely give, if able.
Yet, buried treasures    for the final trek
will serve no soul    which is soiled in sin.
His wrath is harsh    on he who hoards His wealth
while in this world,    for the world moves
in trepidation,    dreadful of His sword.
    He fashions    the firmament,
founds the lands    and gives them drink.
The Dark Angel stalks behind    and strikes the blind
who hold no fear of God.    A humble life is blessed.
Heaven leads the one    who lives by faith!


                                        m.c.ackerson
                                            © 2015







Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details |

A Mom, Three Girls, Two Cigarettes, And A Sparrow

Part I.

Harvest time was winding down, 
I was taking lunch in town, 
After spending six long hours plowing stubble.
Washing up I met a man, 
Guessed he was a harvest hand, 
His combine crew, he said, was fixin’ to move out.
He was wearing dungarees, 
We exchanged some pleasantries, 
His grease stained clothes revealed he’d no fear of trouble
As I left to join the crowd, 
Well, the cafe was quite loud, 
Chose a corner seat where I would not need to shout.

From my new seat had a view
Of the whole room’s retinue, 	
Men and women who make a livin’ from the dirt.
A table seating seven, 	
Which could have held eleven, 
Was where my new acquaintance waited for his lunch.
A young woman with three girls, 
Blonde hair all done up in curls, 
Joked with and teased an older boy with a clean shirt.
The youngest seemed the cutest, 
Still with girls there’s no sure test, 
It was clear that these seven were a charming bunch.
 
Well quite soon our meals arrived, 
As I ate I still contrived, 
To simply take in all the action I could get, 
Even though I felt quite blest, 
How I longed to be their guest, 
What a gift to be their dad, uncle, or brother.
Then, ‘Oh God, ’ there came a shock, 	
And it hit me like a rock, 
As this loving mother smoked her first cigarette.
It was like my best friend died
And deep in my heart I cried
As quietly she lit up and smoked another.

Excuse me if I’m unkind, 
But all this brought back to mind, 
A smoking relative whose life was soon to end.
Her choice couldn’t be undone, 
For her daughter and a son, 
Her addiction's death came too late with no one spared.
God has a lien on my heart, 
He promised we’d never part, 
Required just that I serve Him by being a friend
To others in my pathway, 
(Whether they’re pure bred or stray)           
My most personal assets always to be shared.
 
I felt God’s call to action, 
But doubting words had traction
I had a C-note that I concealed in my hand, 
Walked to the group of seven, 
Prayed all the time to heaven, 
And as a joke said, ‘Are you all on safari? ’
Told them I was a farmer, 
And attempting to charm her, 
Praised her family in some ways I’d fore planned, 
She beamed at the attention	, 
Was surprised when I mentioned, 
That I also had designed games for Atari.

I said, ‘You might think this strange, 
But do you have plans to change
Your smoking habits? You smoked two after eating! ' 
She smiled, ‘Of course I’d like to.
But somehow I never do.’
I opened my hand, ‘It’s yours if you’ll quit today! ’
I knew she could feel the Love, 
With one source, from God above, 
It guided her heart to miraculous meeting.
She looked at my outstretched hand, 
Crying, ‘I don’t understand, 
This can’t be happening to me, there’s just no way! ’
 
She still couldn’t quite believe, 
And with heart out on her sleeve, 
She looked up at me and said, ‘You’re kidding, aren’t you? ’
I answered, ‘Give me your word, 
That these changes have occurred, 
That you will never smoke again, and all is good! ' 
She turned to her three daughters, 
As if to check the waters, 
Asked them, ‘Should Mommy bid her cigarettes adieu? ’
Well the girls all screamed out, ‘Yes! ’
And I really must confess, 
The mother’s smile convinced me she too understood.

She didn’t try to hedge her bets, 
Handed me her cigarettes, 
She took some paper and a pen out of her purse.
I guess I looked kind of blank…
‘Write down who I have to thank, ’
She said, ‘I want to write and tell you how I’m doing.'
As I handed back my name, 
She said, ‘Oh look! They’re the same! ' 
And I found myself rejoicing, ‘I have done worse.’
Fifteen years though now have past, 
Oh, My God, they went so fast, 
There’s been no word, but no doubts am I pursuing.

 
Part II.

On returning to the field, 
My work’s promise was to yield
A speedy death to any green weed still growing.
I have farmed now many years
Know just how to shift the gears
Of a tractor which out-pulls five hundred horses.
Things were going pretty good, 
When, by landing on the hood
A sparrow made a mockery of all knowing.
To start off the hood is hot, 
A place to rest, it is not, 
Yet he seemed quite content as I ran my courses.

Engine’s roar did not phase him, 
Its harsh sound sure was no hymn, 
I was plowing fast over ground that was quite rough.
He’d bounce forward and then aft, 
Even slide in the cross draft, 
But it seemed like the little sparrow did not care.
I thought maybe he is sick, 
Perhaps his brain isn’t quick, 
Then I thought, ‘He likes me, ’ and I stopped feeling gruff.
Some days I serve sea gull schools
Circling my tractor’s dust pools, 
A moving smorgasbord of insects that rise there.
 
My friend wasn’t there for food
Which helped establish a mood
Of brotherhood like I’d felt in the restaurant.
It felt closer to caring, 
Something more than just sharing, 
Though glass stood inbetween, his eyes stayed locked on mine.
If our dance was like a dream, 
No enticement did I scheme, 
The sweet gift of his presence wasn’t meant to taunt.
When at last he shook his head, 
And into the sky he fled, 
I understood, by God, his visit was divine.


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

The Inception: God is Alwayz Good -part 2-

Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I’m counting the days to see you fly so gracefully…in the aqua-blue sky
I can’t wait to see you take wing and embrace the sun rays
My heart has been reduced to tears many-a-time…my love, why…oh why…
Take my hand…give yourself a rest from the worries of countless yesterdays
I can’t bear the thought of you, losing grip of reality
Your eyes are bottling up tears of the years of pain-staking regrets
Glory crowns the Lord of Accord…we need to look up to Him one way…
Or another…I won’t bother to open up another door of disappointment
Yet, I have this need to say sorry to Him for neglecting His word today…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I got so mad…I-I got so impatient...I got so out of control, obviously losing control…I got so tired…of facing the fact that I’ve been out of place, stuck in place, frozen in place…until God set me free and made me free His star in space…I’m free…wearing sunlit glee…no longer wearing an upside down smile…God, thank you for allowing me to run the extra mile…please stay for awhile…I’m sorry that I-I gave up…I gave in to my addiction…I’m ashamed and naked now…drowning in never-ending sorrow seas…I don’t regret the reason why I love you, Lord of Accord – come back to me…come back to me…I didn’t mean to stomp over You like a mat…I was fattened way too much by sins and pleasures of this life…the disdainful, confuzzling past drove me insane…I can’t bear this burden anymore…I need to let go and stop bringing you down…come back to me…come back to me…I’m as needy as a new-born infant…
I need to drink the milk of Your spirit…nourish me with Your pure Words of WiSdOm
 Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I believe I have the answer behind being bewildered in my maze…
…Okay…the reason I let You down is because I haven’t been faithful to You at all…and gave in to the lusts of committing adultery…and I languish…I languish…I reckon Your words…but I haven’t kept them to heart, yet I’ll meet up to Your standards one way or another – but failure is all I knew all of my life…I was alone for so many years…set me free… set me free…leave me be, sins…sins…my young heart weeps insanely…I’m beating myself up for the mistakes I made in the past – if only I haven’t laid my eyes on scenes that consist of sex….I shouldn’t have done that…I’ve been chained to this apprehension and these pangs of pain that lead me to my inner distruction for oh so long…but I must let it go…and let the knowledge repeat in my heart forevermore…I’ll learn it by heart
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I need to dismiss the distractions…
I need to quit feeding the fire 
I thought sex was a beautiful art…it somewhat fulfilled my satisfactions…
Of my heartless desire…desire…
PUT OUT THE FIRE….
I’ll say my prayers as the chorus of screams bleed through my mind’s eye
I call shotgun…drive the car, Lord of Accord – restore peace to my verse, drive me to the lane of Your Holy Spirit and its blissful blessings of plenty…miracles and curses have hit me in every corner…I rely on you, Driver…I love you, Father…Father…Father… I hope you can forgive me for all of the things I’ve done…I’ve tried to throw away these anxieties…that banged at my skull…crack open my writing abilities and let my inspiration unleash itself
I rest my head on Your pillow…but I got to get dressed and clean up
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
You made me strong enough and I feel Your love toughen me up and clothe me…you know…let your affectionate heart grow and let your light show
I wish I could’ve gone with the flow…
Let Your healings show…I know…I’m worthless and slow…
Retarded…unlovable…tainted with lies…my mind’s overflowing with negativity and low self-esteem comments…I was that icon of self-indulgence as Amy Lee sings in her song entitled Everybody’s Fool in that epic band by the name of Evanescence


Long poem by Les Pruitt | Details |

Architects of Humanitarian Crises

Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost

His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers

So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope

Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch

Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.

Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false

They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight

Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

Most of  world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it

For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate

Africa was a continent very rich
...now realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch

I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links

And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall

Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked

It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan

So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope

Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn

World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess

The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?

They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack

The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own

Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead

Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt

Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep

The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.

When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied

So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright

Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay

So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder

by: LP


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

The Inception: God is Alwayz Good -part 1-

Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I’m not one of those multi-taskers…
But I am a risk-taker… 
I’m not a math whiz neither am I a science freak
But, I’m reaching to the peak…to the peak…
Of total success…I’m finally making progress 
I can’t unveil the flavorless fears in my brain…
I got to rip them out of my insides
You whip me like the Romans did to Christ…
You crucified me…selfish, fat, ugly, dirty, little…cravings…
Devour someone else your own size…
Fleeting happiness has come to pass…
Why am I the only one you prize? 
Eyes are on me…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Bad reputation rapes me…
I lie in wait in the ruins of my emotional debris
Empty in a vacant moment…
You’re my work of dazzling art…
My cravings keep hunting me down like game
And I-I’m in the death-cart…
Lost…paying the cost…I’m just skin and bones
Lost in burnt paradise…
Trampled down by heartless lies
Delusional dreams taunt me now…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Heartbroken…
you can’t fix what has been broken
Jaded Corruption messed me up…
The voices in my head
In my head
In my head
Tell me to give up…
Is that my inner voice from the core of my heart?
Are the demons planning revenge against me? My hope tears apart…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
What will tomorrow bring? 
I hope sincerely that positivity
Will pour fourth God’s rain instead of this negativity,
Crowning me with sin-infested remedies
Stop spewing out the lies
I’m sick of hearing the endless goodbyes
I said goodnight…I never meant to leave you behind
Why is your heart, beating with fright? Let yourself unwind 
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Brainwashed…sorrow’s reigning upon me…if only…if only…
The voices in my head will fade away…leaving no room for rejoicing…unfortunately
The silence is brewing chaos in my mind
The peace-abiding angels are calling me…
I must follow the voice at the end of the tunnel and soon, I’ll find…
That it was all in my head…faith, hope and love – set me free
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Stop ganging up on me, children of the Fallen Angels…
Their nature is pure evil from all angles…
But, they hide it with sugarcoated ecstasy…
Stay away from those…those…
Those fowl creatures…
Listen listen listen to your teachers…
Why would you be head over heels over this demon of sinister features?
I walked away with satisfaction slipping out of my mouth…
There’s things I cannot explain…my addictions take over me…
You smoked me out like a rotten cigarette…I’m north and you’re south
Beauty is full of flaws these days…Feeling strange in my skin…where shall I flee?
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly


Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details |

So It Was

So it was that the night transcended peacefully over my head
Taking me through thick clouds,landing me upon parched land
Spilling  tranquil moments into daylight complexity.
So it was that I found myself among a crowd of unfamiliar people
People who I have perhaps seen in the city or on TV 
So it was that an influential woman hosted a dinner in a sizable hall in town
A gloomy  dinner with little food just to wet the appetite of the starving crowd.
So it was  that  the courageously dressed host gave a short speech to amuse the
hungry lot, while her husband stood silently summarizing the plot.

So it was that she gave a short speech when everyone was expecting her to preach but the starved guests devoured the tiny portion and scrambled through the door. Hundreds of them instantly streamed through the hallway leaving the host to deeply ponder.So it was that the host came running to me pouring out her heartfelt misery."The people did not interacted",  she said, "they just swallowed the food and fled". I told her not to worry they came for dinner because they were hungry.

The night still had me bounded taking me from town to town,
Propelling me into another space, showing me Saudi riyals all over the place.
So it was that I entered this remarkable place and an official man came through a little gate. He handed me a stash of Saudi rial, piled up with one hundred notes with three one riyal notes to keep afloat.I separated the 100 notes from the one riyal notes and muse deeply over such astounding happenings hoping to find some plausible answers. So it was that as I stood there, the woman and her husband that hosted the dinner appeared.The authoritative man  tenderly placed some riyal in their empty hands.The husband seemed very pleased but his wife was intensely displeased. And so it was that she walked away and uttered these words in dismay,"I will see to It".

The nights mystery kept me drifting and  wandering all over the city
forcing me to submit to its rigorous rules.With nothing to say I drift with the night all the way. So it was that I ended up in a beautiful church in the center of town and walked silently in the church hoping to get some encouraging words.But the entire right section of the pews was blocked off and covered with a tall screen from the back leaving  just the front row vacant.Whats the meaning in all of this I tried so hard to understand but nothing seemed to fit.

Three women dressed in white sat composedly towards the back on the left side of the pews.Two of them sat on the very last rows while the other sat further up leaning her back against the corner  praying. And so it was that I walked through the pews praying a powerful prayer. I held the hands of the women sitting in the back rows and prayed ''Luke 12: 22-30 from the scriptures with them.

 "Then He said to His disciples,Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing. Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds? 25 And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest? Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith? “And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind.For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things. But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you."

So it was that I walked up to the third woman and prayed with her when suddenly the man and woman that was hosting the dinner walked towards the right of the church straight up to the front row.And so it was that as I walked towards them to pray, the night grabbed me vigorously and tossed me back into my bed. I woke up at three fifty eight am at the crack of dawn and mulled over the strange nights adventure.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  ©2014 Christine Phillips


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