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Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details |

But Just Where Is God

(Musings of a poet with huge doubts and a fragile faith)

Introduction: Is God A Joke Or Human Vanity?

When close friends die and other’s thoughts are suicidal,
When mankind’s soup du jour is loneliness with anguish	
When mental illness, homelessness, more war, and child death
Swarm down and then attack us like a plague on Egypt,
Our tainted bread, a leavened loss, seems heaven’s judgment
And death the only path we see that seems to stop our pain.

When ministers rape children trusted to their keeping
When prideful Christians stand to mock that ‘men are brothers’
A joke if atheist, or black, but lie if foreign
When men of faith can hate both Catholics and Mormons
Deny as well that we are all our brother’s keepers
Our unwed pregnant daughters also miss protection.

As human politics and compromise are mortal sin now
No virtue left in give and take for either party,
And suddenly our finite views are God’s own wisdom
All other men with different takes on Bible’s leading
Are traitors, infidels, untouchables, satanic,
If you’re not me then you must be an earthly demon.
 
And am I wrong to think that God is missing somehow?
Or is it just our god who is exsanguinated
For human vanity seems now the modern flavor.
But even if the Bible is God’s truth unvarnished
How dare men claim their take on it is also faultless?
The blasphemy of this should leave the soulless cringing!

Is God then Friend or fiend? The question still is hanging!
Respect for Him obscene? Disgust His just deserving?
The judgment that awaits if we deny Christ’s coming
Is meant for human shame? Or is it there for saving?
Perhaps instead of blaming God for what life brings us
We’d profit more by working on the faults we proffered.


I. Consider: Where might God not be revealed!

I’d swear that God’s not in my parlor sipping Merlot,
And no, He’s not the tenor singing in my shower,
No burning bush or stone tablets, no writing over transom,
My house not chosen over yours because I live there,
My saint filled church less sinful than your congregation,
All human effort does not bring man God’s protection.

Injustice can’t survive his Grace or sin his Mercy,
And Sun can never set on any of God’s anger,
No evidence THAT church can pull upon His heart strings.
Do feelings have the power then to steal God from His children
Can hating God ensure you’re in a God free haven?
The things He’s not, not proof that He may not be present!

So what’s the logic linking God to man’s disasters?
Is 'free will' really such a black mark on creation?
If sin is ours alone how is it God is sullied?
Will you forgive yourself for harm you do in growing?
This God that you resist, His Heart tuned to your wavelength,
This parent that you’ve longed for, always has been loving.

 
II. Consider: Where might God be found!

What force could be so strong to steal Christ from His duties
Green pastures sure to mark the path with Shepherd leading
Cacophony of day cannot divert His focus.
The Shepherd loath to leave His flock if they’re in danger
Though He will not forget or leave the one that’s missing
All sheep accounted for before He sets His staff down.

The Psalmist also swears that ‘goodness and His mercy’
Are always Hallmarks of the house that God is found in,
So shouldn’t the reverse of this be God attractor
And God find rest where ‘goodness and His mercy’ flourish?
Grace pointed to by tables laden high with plenty
For even those who’ve pledged themselves to our destruction?

Then too, the Bible states that God is mankind’s suitor
His church to be Christ’s Bride (if God’s plan is not dreaming,)
His wooing us shows us Love, reveals the sacred pathways,
That guide us to our place in heaven’s verdant valleys
The wedding feast and guests, the wedding preparations,
The order of the hour in hallowed halls of heaven.

If God exists He certainly must be a part of
(Reflected without compromise in) His creation
(While holy in His eye, perhaps not more than twinkle.)
How is it then He promises His loving presence
Wherever in His name that two or more are gathered
Who seek to honor Him with works and with their praises.

 
III. Consider: What do we know of what He is like?

If God exists He must have been there from beginning,
And what men thought they knew, earth still, the stars revolving,
Were foibles of mere men, creation more demanding
Complexity makes newest findings too seem shaky
Reality may not exist (though models serve us!)
The truth that is revealed, the poetry of science.

A God that is complex is not new understanding
But Friend that finds us precious fires imagination
But what if our creation never was outside Him
With mankind really just existing in His daydreams?
If this were true and God were not enamored of  us
A simple nap might mean the end of all creation.

 
IV. So where then is He now!?

If poetry can bless the models science offers,
Perhaps I’m right to think that it serves spirit also,
Imagination holy at angelic level.
To seek God’s heart in man, a path that might be chosen,
Our God revealed in works where man has left no imprint
The mystery of God perplexes as it pleases.

Perhaps you will respond to other new perspectives
A metaphor perhaps would be a fish in water.
How can an immersed fish , who’s never been without it
Imagine, ever guess its impact on life’s workings
The water gives him life, his food, and air for breathing
Is God’s Love then like air for every man to swim in?

That every man will die cannot disprove God’s Loving
Indeed how can you prove that death can even happen?
And if we all have souls then has your death true meaning?
If spirit’s flight still soars, can life be more than dreaming?
If you are still with me, I give you final issue,
If soul cannot be preached, then death is equal fiction.

Brian Johnston
March 24, 2015


Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |

MY THEORY EXPLAINED

                                  ~My Theory Explained Part One~


         ~Human Elemental Spirituality the Psychology of Science Vs Religion~
                                    
                                              ~SEQUEL OF~ 

                ~“The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection”~
                    
                                 ~By Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~

CHAPTER 3

“My dear friends I would be in remiss to not explain the reason behind the concept and inspiration for my Acrostic Poems; “The Spiritual Elements of Air Water Fire and Earth Parts One and Two. In both I Theorize it must be Acknowledged that there is Life in Everything; in all that is Comprised of People Places and Things; both Animate as well as what is thought to be Inanimate; given, that it is believed and accepted inanimate objects are devoid of the Biological and Mental Properties to have Itself, Self-conscious. 

The reasoning behind my theory is simply this; as I have inferred the Elements of Air Water Fire and Earth Are all Consciously Aware of Itself, is due to the fact that it exists in Everyone of Us. To reiterate; the aforementioned Elements can all Equally Create, Sustain, and End Life from Its Own Self-aware Projections of Conscious Thought Emotions and Energies!

Inside every Human Being all of these Elements can be found. Air; at any given moment courses throughout the human body. It is in the heart, lungs, brain, organs, cells and especially its Deliverer; Blood. Blood is Liquid Life; Free Flowing Spiritually Binding and Bounds Humanities Bloodline. Inside of our blood can be found iron, zinc, sulfur, and other minerals from the Earth. Fire is found literally in the brain as Electrical Impulses; and figuratively, as the flames of, as well as the fuel for the passion of one’s burning desires. 

And the Earth; well my dear friends, this is where it gets Biblical;

“But a mist used to rise from the earth and water the whole surface of the ground. Then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.” -Genesis2:7 the Holy Bible. 

Thus; the Elements are both religiously and spiritually believed and accepted as; “Being” “Instrumental” in the Creation of Mankind. The beauty for me in the Dogmatic Concept of God creating man in his own image and likeness is the name he gave us; yes both male and female; is Man; thus we are Mankind. 

I am sure God was pleased with his creation; but also realized there is more to improve upon, so much as to say, “WO; Hold Up Wait A Minute… I Need To Put A {“WO”-”MAN”} in it.” And as we all know in God’s Universal Language “WO” means “OF”. So {woman} is of [man]. God put Adam to sleep took a rib from him and made Eve. She then became known as Mother Earth. 

Man may procreate and leave his seed wherever he may roam; but a seed would not bear fruit without the soil of the earth. Women are the womb that is the soil of the earth. Both man and woman are equally important in the essence of life. My dear friends; and especially if a non religious, spiritual, and or atheist may be reading this; I am not ignorant of the Theory of Evolution,  which sates we evolved from the sea as a single celled life form, then became multi-celled, left the oceans, became amphibious,  then turned into primates,  and finally into man. 

That may be all good and well, as I respect everyone’s own Perception, Interpretation, and Acceptance of the Existence they see Themselves in; but did not all the monkeys, gorillas, apes, chimps as well as all the other species of primates forget to turn into us? 

Have you ever seen a retarded animal? I beg to differ. I am also not ignorant of the fact that no where in the Holy Bible does it refer to Prehistoric Times; but still to this day we are finding in the Earth dinosaur bones; and we know their flesh has transformed into the Fossil Fuel that we use today as a  Fire source for Energy.    

Chapter 4
We are a carbon based life form; the properties of soil, dirt, dust, and sand; can be found in any human’s hand. The Earth, this very planet; is a part of An Omnipotent Universal Being. We are all part of the Principled Principalities that connects any Life-force. 

My aforementioned theory is inspired by; as I do concur with Father Pierre Teilhard de Chardin’s own theory of the universe. Father de Chardin (May 1 1881-April 10 1955) is the great-grand nephew of the 18t-century French philosopher Voltaire. In Teilhard’s view, the never ending unfolding evolving Universe begins with Matter, some of which develops into a New Level of Life which Develops into Human Consciousness is both a Physical and Spiritual Event. In his book “The Heart of the Matter;”p. 25 he states, 

“I can now see quite clearly that fire had been kindled, I imagine, simply by the coincidence in me… of the three inflammable elements that had slowly piled up in the depths of my soul over a period of thirty years. These were the cult of Matter, the cult of Life, and the cult of Energy.” 

He is also famously known for his quote; “We are not human beings in search of a spiritual experience, but rather Spiritual Beings immersed in a Human Existence.” On a side note Father de Chardin is my personal hero and inspiration.  His researched and published theories has evolved into having others realize that the Earth; all of it; is a Living Breathing Conscious Life-force of Spiritual Matter.

Matter defined is anything that occupies space. In my “Theory of Elemental Spirituality” I believe that Matter; such as in the Elementally Spiritual Matter found in Air Water Fire and Earth all  have Consciousness, Emotions, Feelings and Energy. I also believe that Human Conscious Thought is both Matter and an Element from the Energy both can create.

End Part One.


Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

KNOW THYSELF

Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
                                                                  Phenomena, 
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
                                                                  Perception, 

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
                                                            Failure,
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!


I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 

                           WHY?

Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?


Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!

And BEHOLD:

I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.


And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!



                           © Demetrios Trifiatis
                               
 


Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |

THE HUMAN MIRROR PART FIVE

             ~The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection~

                                                   ~Part 5~

Nature defined is as follows.
1: “The forces and processes that produce and control all the phenomena of the material world.” 
2: “A primitive state of existence untouched and uninfluenced by civilization or artificiality.”
3: “The essential “characteristics,”  “personalities,” and qualities of a person or thing.”

Nurture defined is as follows.
1: “Something that nourishes; sustenance.”
2: “The act of bringing up.”
3: “Biology The sum of environmental influences and conditions acting on a human organism.”

The act of physical discipline used in the parenting of a child differs quite drastically across all cultures from around the world. Given the aforementioned defiitions, and also in using it to quantify my belief of what was taught to a child becomes their own individual “nature” as an adult and parent is a kind of “nurture” (the abuse), which when used as part of their learning lesson, and given the infallibility our “human nature” will invariably be taught to their own children. 

This is why I emphasized the importance of the definitions of nature and nurture. I believe this to be true; a child should not have a “forced process” (nature definition #1) be used in an ignorant “primitive state of existence” (nature definition #2) of which when done will become their “main essential characteristic” (nature definition #3) as they grow into an adult. 

Now if such terrible abuse was never used (sparing the rod) I believe that would not have spoiled the child because this positively good form of “nurture” (the use of non violence) will be absorbed into the essence of their being; similarly to the consumption of food for “nourishment and sustenance” (nurture definition #1) and it is this manner of rearing, parenting, “the act of bringing up” a child (“nurture” definition #2) which is then the main contributing factor; “the sum of environmental influences and conditions on a human organism” (nurture definition #3) that will ensure this child will grow into a good adult, who in turn will not abuse their own children and repeat this horrible cycle of abuse due to mal-nurturing!

I carried both his torture and torment with me through my childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood. Upon graduation of high school, we both joined the military and served together for many years. When I completed my contractual obligation and was honorably discharged, I worked briefly in law enforcement before marrying and leaving America to live and work in Europe. We both lost touch for a while during that time, and when I came back to New York I made a trip down south to look him up. 

I hadn’t seen my best friend in years, who was now a grown man with his own wife and children. But when I looked into his eyes, it was that same scared little boy who I first met when we were children. Was the timing of the second, minute, hour, day, week, month, and year Divine Intervention? Take any one of those chronologies out the equation and I might have been too late. I am not by nature an intrusive person, I try to respect everyone’s boundaries and right to privacy, however, I did not knock wanting to surprise him when I opened the door to his bedroom, but I was the one surprised.

“Please buddy,” I said as a term of endearment; but for all intent purposes and at his request for anonymity his name will be Buddy. “For God’s sake Buddy, please, please I’m begging you, don’t do it, just take that effing gun out your mouth, unload it, and throw it over to me!” The tears were flowing so much I could see it was beginning to form a puddle on the mattress where he sat. His hands and body were trembling, and I could see and feel those beads of cold sweat on his forehead. I also felt the spiritual battle being fought for his soul. Who was going to win God or Satan? It had to be the longest two minutes of my life. 

“I hate you, you f**k, now, now after all this time, you decide to come check on me, not even if my wife or kids walked in here could they have stopped me from pulling the trigger,” he screamed at me in a drunken rage. “Buddy, you are one of the smartest people I know, so just think about this for a moment, and while you do please, just for me and what we went through as children and soldiers, just take your finger off the trigger. 

How could it be that it took me eighteen hours to fly from Europe, land in New York, drive through several states, to finally get here, at the precise moment I did? Anything could have happened along the way. I didn’t tell your wife or anyone for that matter I was coming to pay you a surprise visit. When I pulled up in my car and saw her in the front garden I put my finger over my lips to keep her from calling out to me so you wouldn’t hear I had arrived. Bearing all that in mind then tell me, who is the only one that could have known I was coming and made clear my way to walk in and find you like this?” 

“God,” he replied. “Amen my brother,” I said in return. He unloaded his .45 and handed it to me. I held him and let him cry for a while. His wife walks in and says, “Uhh, isn’t that just dear, he really missed you Roger.” She didn’t have a clue to what just almost happened. I motioned her away and asked for a minute. “You never lied to me, so please don’t start now, are there any other weapons in here I should know about?” I asked as I wiped the tears from his face. Buddy pointed to the closet. “OK brother, I got let go for a sec to clear it, please just sit here don’t move and let me check it out.” 

END PART FIVE


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 Dorine R Spruill | Details |

Mommy Why

 Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on.  So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me  to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on  in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother.  The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
    Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial  she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother.  She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat.  I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
    I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met  more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
 After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole  family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.


Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/gods_kind_of_poetry_602213' st_title='God's Kind Of Poetry'>

God's Kind Of Poetry

The finite contemplating the infinite
The stardust male and female still flush with light
From exploding stars, seeding new possibilities, our true progenitors.
So that even God Himself must take note of our passing (in its season),
Such elemental purity of spirit, such shining stock do we hail from.

Thinkers cannot grasp the number of galaxies the universe holds
Let alone name them or divine their future, human brains too slow,
More galaxies than all the grains of sand from every beach on the planet.
Where once this metaphor was applied loosely to stars alone,
Now galaxies are what might be counted, counting stars unimaginable.

Oh we are clever and have our tricks to make us look wise,
Like when we prove that one kind of infinity is bigger than another,
But all infinities are truly beyond our ken, mere children who count
‘One, two, three, many,’ and think we have accomplished something.

In our childish wonder we are only newly aware of galactic reach,
Theoretically sure now that our universe does have a furthest edge,
But totally unaware of its dimensions or of its actual shape.
New maps of different galaxy locations in space surprise us too
As the distribution of galaxies follows an unimagined ribbon like pattern.
Galaxies are NOT evenly distributed throughout the mapped universe
But shoot off in flares like star shells on the 4th of July!

We are dreamers who woke one day to discover that once fixed stars
Are now time machines to those with eyes to see, revealing our past,
And to those with ears to hear comes the certain knowledge of the Big Bang.

Now, vision enhanced by scientific revelation, we can share with God,
‘Seek and you shall find,’ being the foundational faith of Science,
The wonders of this creation, several billion years past, naked before us,
As if we were there, reveling in its wonders (though now a cosmic rerun),
Sharing a nice glass of Merlot with God in front of His Big Screen,
(The miracle of buttered popcorn always tender, hot, and fresh! Yum!),
Looking back to times when even laws of physics had not matured yet,
Laws, which, perhaps, like human beings, still evolve, biding their time.

But tantalizingly fresh is the QUESTION of other universes
Which now skips across the surface of human thought horizon like a stone
Every bounce suggesting another universe’s possibility, 
And every impact seemingly perfectly elastic, with no loss of energy,
Leaving another new universe in its wake,
Rippling outward like concentric waves from a whale’s breach,
On a salt sea/air interface that reflects our astonishment like a mirror!

God’s kind of Poetry, a window into infinity, 
A scaled down version of Divinity, almost human in fact,
The footprints of God’s Son along a sea curving with the earth’s surface,
Distant realities always just out of sight, but there still.
Calling us into service, calling us too to be Fishers of human souls,
To love to heights and depths beyond our understanding,
And in so doing, to in fact become God’s Children,
Trusting Love, knowing Love, feeling Love, giving Love…
Millions of Prophets, Buddhas, Saints, Poets, all siblings of the Christ,
A living poem, universally true, surfeit of God’s imagination,
Novice initiates of a Grace that fills every nook and cranny,
Penetrates all flesh, all bone, and saturates soul like a sponge.

Brian Johnston
September 19, 2014

Poet's Note: 
Although this poem was originally intended to be entered into my 'God's Kind Of Poetry' contests both on PoemHunter.com and PoetrySoup.com (yes I am running a similar contest on both sites), its length takes it out of the running as does Diane Hine's remarkable poem (also on PoemHunter.com) by the same name. I proudly proclaim the value of her poem, however, as a remarkable example of where a Poet's imagination can take them and strongly recommend it to readers on PoetrySoup as well. And of course it makes no sense for me to judge my own poem here on PoetrySoup.

I also invite members of PoetrySoup.com to compare the differences between the two contests. Although my contest on Poemhunter.com is the first one I have heard of and I got the idea for it from PoetrySoups.coms Member Contests, I think it is quite a remarkable improvement to the contests on PoetrySoup because members, not contest sponsors determine the winners and because voters are asked to justify their votes. These justifications are also published (along with every poem entered) and can be very amusing as well.


Long poem by Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq | Details |

i celebrate you my friend

The year that is about to make its last appearance 
before it dies and is buried to be only given a place 
in the history of our existence has brought  ?e joy, 
l° shall therefore, out of obligation rather than 
leisure acknowledge its fairness and generosity. It 
began on a high as l° aimed to make it through the 
Bar exams and to be successfully called to the 
Nigerian Bar. This singular goal, controlled all 
others and made them seem less important. In the 
end, the story ended greatly, we all do love happy 
endings, l° am a Barrister and Solicitor of the 
Supreme Court of Nigeria. To God be the glory. 

Yet, the most important aspect of the year wasn't 
the fact that l° became a Barrister, rather, it is the 
fact that through the demanding and rough 
journey of reaching and achieving that goal, along 
came people of great personality, people l° knew 
had the character to spur you on and literally uplift 
you both psychologically and in every other positive 
way possible. For the first time in my life, l° was 
opened to the richness of the earth's diversity, both 
in religion as well as in culture. l° even spoke new 
languages and danced to new tunes. l° was given a 
new eyes, l° did see the world from another 
perspective, it was thrilling and l° came to see the 
blessing in the cultural and ethnic differences. But, 
the crux of the essay being friendship. 
The year 2012, gave  ?e the most supportive, 
reliable and cheerful individuals to work and also 
relax with. These people not withstanding their 
different social, religious and academic background 
did with ease find a common ground and built a 
strong fold for friendship. There were moments no 
doubt during the year when it would have been 
quite impossible to move ahead without the 
support and undying motivation of these 
individuals, as l° do stand at this bridge, about to 
cross to the other end of the journey, l° would take 
a few minutes to say a very hearty thank you to all 
of you. From my parents, without whom there will 
be no Barrister attached to my name, words fail  
?e. l° do say a big thank you. To my siblings who 
went out of their own financial obligations to 
support  ?e through the difficult but productive 
year, l° am ever indebted to all of you jointly and 
severally. For a friend like no other, master 
Chinasa Orji, let your heart desires become reality 
unto you bro and the same gratitude goes to the 
entire Orji family. l° will now try as much as l° can, 
to mention a few of those whose friendship, 
alleviated the burden of the journey through 2012, 
and l° say the list is not quite chronological, l° just 
add to it as l° do remember, these persons include 
but not restricted to:
1. Mazi Ezegamba Esq. 
2. Mr. Frank Somto Esq. (Ajo anu)
3. Okpara Chinedu Esq. 
4. Mallam Abubakar Lawal EsQ
5. Mr. Yage Bamiyi Esq. 
6. Adesola Adelusi Esq. (Miss)
7. Amarachi Esq. 
8. Tony Amaechi Ojukwu (Esq. )
9. Sir Nnanna JOJ Oketa (Esq). 
10. Richard Bassey Iyaha (Esq.) - God bless you 
brother. 
11. Chinelo Ogbozor Esq. 
12. Churchill Udedibor Esq. 
13. Henry Onugwu Esq. 
14. Forster Eneh Esq. 
15. Kingsley Chime Esq. 
16. Mr Magnus Akabueze
17. Emmanuela Oraegbu Esq. 
18. Nonso Nzedebe Esq. 
19. Orji Ukah Agwu Esq. 
20. Chinedu Ezeokoronkwo Esq. 
21. Emmanuel Okoroji Esq. 
22. Peterson 
23. Onyinye Nnorom Esq. 
24. John Daramola Esq. 
25. Chisom Nnabuife Esq. 
26. Ebikaboere Abiri Esq. 
27. Tobi Esq. - Mi consigliere
28. Michael Dokpesi. Esq. 
29. Mr Idowu
30. Mr.  Majemite Emoubonovie Esq. - very 
untamed. 
31. Mr. Samson Itodo Esq
32. Muna Nweke 
33. Da silva Joy
34. Kingsley Uwakwe Esq. 
35. Nneoma
36. Kaobi Esq. 
37. Chinwe Ozobu Esq. 
38. Ifesi Udeh Esq. 
39. Ihezi Okeafor 
40. Ezekiel Egbo
41. Chima obiEze Esq. 
42. ID Kabasa - my esteemed barber
43. Mary Alice Simms
44. Victor Mok Esq. 
45. Bukky Esq. 
46. Josh Olomo Esq. 
47. Edosa Esq. 
48. Detola Esq. 
49. Bassey Bassey Esq. 
50. Sammy Udoh. Esq. 
51. Sabastine Udoh Esq. 
52. Iyke Ananuba Esq. 
53. Kingston Esq. 
55. Victor Idiong Esq.
56. Mariam Ekenimoh Esq.  
These and many more people that l° can't put all 
here for the lack of time and to make it less boring 
to read really and honestly contributed to my 
success in making this year count and l° pray that 
the year we are about to witness and explore will 
bring us more reasons to celebrate, love and 
share. 
Do have a great NEW YEAR.
Love.
Magnus


Long poem by Joe Flach | Details |

My Conversation With God

I have been praying to God ever since I first understood the concept of a deity.  Although I have struggled through life with my acceptance of and belief in the religion I was force fed as a child, the praying has always stayed with me – on an almost every day basis.  In some way or some form or for some reason, it seems, I find myself praying to a God I am not sure I believe in.

Over the years, some of the things I have prayed for or prayed against have worked out in my favor.  Other things didn’t quite work out the way I had hoped.  So, I wondered, was this proof that my prayers are sometimes answered or simply the law of averages?  It really didn’t matter, I was programed to pray and so pray I do.

This has been going on pretty routinely for over 50 years; so, imagine my surprise when, for the first time last night, God talked back to me!

I may not get this exactly right, but, in essence, this is what He had to say:

(I am not sure what font to type God’s words in, so I will just keep on with the default.)

“Joe, Joe, Joe.  I have been listening to you for all your life.  And, whereas I do enjoy your thoughts; your words; and your sentiments; I find it is time for me to respond.

You really do pray a lot for lots of things.  Mostly good and humane things.  Mostly with a pure and caring heart.  But, son, you need to stop doing so much praying and start doing more stuff on your own.  I am not up here to make your life easier and to do things for you.

When you were young, instead of praying for that bicycle, you should have been doing chores to earn money towards buying it.  You could have cut more lawns, washed more cars, got a paper route, sold lemonade, or many other things other young boys were doing to earn money for the things that they wanted.

When you were in high school and prayed to me to help you do well in your wrestling matches, you should have, instead, been working harder at practice; spent more time on your conditioning; spent more time in the weight room; and studied harder on the art of wrestling.

In college, when you prayed for help on your mid-terms and finals, you should have, instead, spent more time studying and less time partying – I think that is something you already know.

Even when you pray on behalf of others – you should be doing more.

Instead of praying I would help old Mrs. Conner at the end of your street, you should have gotten up off your butt and walked down to the end of the street and looked in on her yourself.  You could have offered to go to the store for her, pick up her prescriptions or simply keep her company in her final years.

When you prayed for me to care for the starving children around the world, you should have been volunteering to help out yourself or donating more money towards this cause.  If you funneled all the money you spent on unnecessary junk food and extra meals you consumed throughout the years towards charities that help feed and clothe the poor, you could have saved many of the children you prayed that I would save.

Instead of praying that I cure your family, friends and acquaintances that you knew were ill or dying, you should have been visiting them in the hospital or writing them letters or providing assistance to their loved ones to help ease their pain.

Prayer is not the vehicle for you to be lazy and yet gain the rewards.  Prayer is not a means to have me do for others what you have the power and ability to do yourself.

I am glad that you talk to me, but you have been granted the ability and means to do so much more by yourself and yet you choose to take the easy way out and pray to me – the God that I know you are confused about.  Please, do me a favor, and before you pray, ask yourself, ‘Have I exhausted all avenues available to me to achieve the result I want God to perform?’ 

If, after you have done everything you can possibly do, then I may be more willing to consider what it is you ask for.

And now, my son, you can wake up.”

I sat up quickly in my bed, sweating and confused.  Was I just dreaming?  Was that really God talking to me?  Then, somewhere from deep inside, either from my conscious or a left-over message from the Almighty Himself, I thought (or heard): “What does it matter?  Whether it was God or not – the message is valid and something I probably already knew.”

“Well,” I said to myself, in prayer, “I will give it my best.  But, is it okay if we still talk?  It kind of helps to give me strength?”

Silence.

I will take that as a, “Yes”.


Long poem by Evan Perkins | Details |

Thankfulness


Thankfulness: the opposite of complaining
This isn’t going to come easily, it will take a little training
It’s the concept of being content with all that we own
And being grateful for all the love that God has shown
We so often think that our lives are so rough
Because we are so focused on getting, because we think we don’t have enough
But stop and take a look around
You’re sitting alive in luxury safe and sound
We really don’t understand how fortunate we are
We have food, water, a house, and usually more than one car
There are millions upon millions of people less fortunate
People that we don’t share our fortune with
There are people out there who have absolutely nothing
And this is for real, I’m not bluffing
They’re not sure where they are going to get their next meal
Take a minute and imagine how that must feel
C’mon, let that sink in
And that’s only one place I can begin
So many people are completely broke, struggling to survive, have failing health, live in way, and have nowhere to live
And you’re trying to say that YOU have nothing to give?
We sit here in our beautiful homes, brand new clothes, full of food, iphone in hand
While there are people out there who are too sick and weak to stand
Now to this, how are we going to react? Cause this sure isn’t fiction, it’s 100% fact
Are we going to ignore this and just sit around?
Are we comfortable just sitting in the background?
I say as children of God we need to take action
We need to get out there, not being swayed by every little distraction
Serving and giving generously to others doesn’t follow “The American Dream”
But maybe that’s not the right way to live, as though it may seem
I say it’s time for us to lay down our pride
Are you going to serve? It’s your turn to decide
We are all one body, we all have the same worth
That’s true for all the people here on earth
By Jesus we are called to love and not just sit around
Cause when we die, we don’t want to be just another corpse in the ground
In James chapter one we are called to serve the orphans and widows in their distress
We know exactly what to do, we don’t need to guess
Now this subject I really want to address
And my feelings, I want to express
If we were really thankful for all that we own
We would be OK to step out of our comfort zone
And if we are truly grateful
We would serve others in any way we are able
By doing this, we express our care for those who need it
That we can go out and DO something, we actually believe it
I may have just rambled on, but I wanted to make a point
But now you know my personal viewpoint
Now I’m not just talking to you, this also applies to me
So often I don’t fill the role I was called to be
But I believe that thankfulness isn’t just an emotion, it requires action to make it true
So now here’s the big question, what are you going to do?
Are you going to get out there or continue to stand on the sideline?
Are you going to be absolutely thankful or continue to whine?
You can try to convince yourself that people are fine
But think about it while on that $50 meal you dine
You can help change a life for pennies a day
That’s right, only one dollar a month you have to pay
“Dollar for the Poor” is an organization that’s making a change
Only one dollar a month? That just sounds strange
But it’s true, they’re making an impact
What if we all heard this and could properly react? One dollar a month and you can change a life
For that little donation, you can save someone from a cycle of strife
But it’s not just about money, it’s also about giving your time
This is real talk, not just a pantomime
There are so many things we aren’t thankful for every day
What if all of it was suddenly stripped away? Could we still be thankful and love God without all our stuff?
Will his constant love and providing actually be enough?
Our thankfulness shouldn’t be based off our prosperity or wealth
We so often blame God when loved ones have failing health
We should be thankful for the lives that we already live
Because God’s perfect gift of salvation is the best anyone can give
So don’t forget today, offer God your true thanks for life and your daily bread
Because apart from him, we would be left for dead


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