Into our lives, God manifests in various ways.
He protects us from every stupid deed.
In the era of Esther – the biblical days,
This lovely woman was made Persia’s queen.
Today vice president holds great significance.
And Kamala Harris can emulate Esther’s glory--
A powerful place in the political landscape
And a chance to be the heroine of the story.
With shootings and corruption brewing a funk,
What will be done to save our people from harm?
Will the Lord empower her to wield His influence,
Before the silent majority raises a monstrous storm?
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2024
The Terrorist is Dead
The terrorist is dead, for
He has killed his feel
Even sold his only soul.
Terrorized with his error eyes, then
Errantly slaughtered his brothers
Run his evil planned fun
Ruined the beautiful boon
Organized the blasted organs
Roamed, bombed freedom rooms
Ignored man’s pride honor
Shot the open thought
Terminated his faith.
In short, befriended his being teed off,
Stopped his love:
Designed with evil mind
Ended all with his pleasant id
Assassinated his sole humane state
Doomed he forever into his life tomb
Copyright © Andreas Akun | Year Posted 2009
Listen to poem:
All my days
I want to praise You, I want to glorify You
I want to bless You, I want to honor You, my God
In countless ways
In hymns of worship, in psalms, in sweet melodies
In rhapsodies, in harmonies, in songs of awe
My life in joyful homage to You
A willing offering in spirit and truth
And though I fail, You still love me anyway
I’m not the same, not who I used to be
Because the Holy Spirit dwells inside of me
And He renews me and empowers me again
Prayers for strength
To be a witness, to be a messenger of,
To be a vessel, to be a channel for Your love
And by Your grace
I will be able, I will be bold enough too
I will be mindful, I will be willing to, O God
My life in joyful service to You
For all You’ve done for me it’s the least I can do
But I still fail, Yet You love me anyway
I’m not the same, not who I used to be
Because the Holy Spirit dwells inside of me
And He fills me and enables me again
I’m not the same, not who I used to be
Because the Holy Spirit dwells inside of me
And He convicts me and washes me again
My life in humble deference to You
What the Creator says this creation will do
No questions asked…You are God
I’m not the same, not who I used to be
Because the Holy Spirit dwells inside of me
And He transforms me and quickens me again
You still love me though I fail
Copyright © Andrew Baffi | Year Posted 2020
Think long and hard and tell me-what is love?
I’m thinking of the normal answers, and they appall me!
Tell me love is chocolate, flowers, and sex;make my day!
I pity those who believe that, because that is not love
No that is materialism, that is society ruining something special
Love, well it’s different for everyone-depends on the person
But I’ve got an idea of what it is to me…
Catch this I get stationed in Korea, and I get on a plane
I get off the plane and a woman I’ve never met has bought me a ring
She confesses to me that she can’t live without me; I gave her nothing
Well, not exactly nothing-I suppose
I gave her happiness, made her feel special, I gave her hope
She sent me the ring, and after only two months of talking, we are on the way to getting married
Foolish, young, naive-blah blah, everyone has an opinion-no one keeps it to themselves
They tell us slow down, get to know each other, spend some time together…
Yet, we’ve planned for our first two kids already
We’ve planned a savings plan to buy a house when my contract expires
We are some of the most pro active you adults you’ll ever meet!
But we are not in love right?
Because I can’t kiss her yet, or hug her-I can’t love her?
Let me ask you-when a mother is pregnant, does she love that unborn baby?
The answer is yes…so why can’t we be in love?
The answer is simple-society says it’s a recipe for disaster-
Well, society, I hate to tell you this, I love her…
Love is the feeling in your heart, knowing your appreciated…
Love is being able to tell someone anything and everything…
Love is giving up sleep, and dealing with it to see her face…
Love is my blonde haired blue eyed fiancé…
Whether society accepts it because “love” must be this physical thing
Or they look down on it because it’s hopeless
Nothing stops me from waking up when the sunrises here…
And the sunsets where she is…
…and I say those 3 words, with every bone, muscle, tissue in my body quivering in joy…
…nothing has or will ever stop me from saying I love you to her
I know what love is, and it's a beautiful feeling
Love is simple…
…love…
Love is what you make it.
Copyright © Anthony Sfreddo | Year Posted 2016
A new day and new age
Blessings that keep on transcending
Today, February 2 is my Birthday at 67 Years Old
Behold, my blessing to see
All came down from Thee
I thank the Lord for letting me see
I will make my birthday for what it should be
Living among and giving the Lord praise
I am God’s amaze
I was at near Death when I was born
From that day on, it was everlasting with a breakthrough
Each day a pursue
My moment in time
I am the Lord’s Son and he is my father
I pray Lord in continued longevity
I give the Lord honor and praise
Every second, moment and tomorrow not promised
But if the Lord says shall, it will be done
It’s his Grace and Mercy
Thanks above
Lord, you are always who I think of
Birthday wish praise, Hallelujah!
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2024
A Dylan Thomas State of Mind
It’s precisely 2:45am...the time when
~ if I’ve fallen asleep ~
I always awake to find
Myself drenched in sweat.
I lie here beside my beloved
~ as I have so steadfastly since
16 November 2016 ~
Thinking about...wondering...pondering
The end of my existence.
I am not talking about
Taking my own life.
NO!
I’ve seen, heard, touched, tasted, smelt
too much...
I’ve survived too much, felt too much...
I value Howard’s sweet...sweet...
Nurturing soul’s devotion
To keeping me alive these past 40 years
To raise my hand against myself...now.
I AM talking about these things:
Where do we go when we die?
Do I have a soul?
Will I be conscious — at the moment it happens —
That I am drawing my very last breath?
Sometimes, when I awake in the early morn,
Howard is motionless beside me
And I stare at his beautiful face.
Dare I reach out and touch it with one finger?
What if it’s stone cold?
His flesh heavy...dead?
Death.
The End of Living.
The End...The End...The End...
Last January I begged for surcease...
For an end to the pain...
An end to the physical torture...
An end to the psychic suffering...
The constant thoughts of:
“Is there a Hell?”
“Will I go there if I take my own life?”
“What does ‘eternity’ mean?”
Now this morning of 19 October 2017
I am thinking...feeling...praying:
Please...Please...Please...
God/Goddess/All That Is/The Universe/The Spirit
Make my neglected hated scorned body
Healthy and whole.
So I may live
today...
tomorrow...
next month...
next year...
Do not let me go gentle into that good night.
I am alive now...
And I rage...
I RAGE NOW!
....against the dying of the light.
Barbara Dickenson
19 October 2017
Copyright © Barbara Dickenson | Year Posted 2017
In the world of ants,
It's language of silence.
In caverns, soils and on trees,
It's their realm of pleasure.
Even to distant places,
They move like soldiers.
Their words unheard,
But united they are.
Their works, man's wonder.
They move in line,
Carrying food all day.
What a language of silence.
Even their dead are carried away,
All in abeyance,
And all perform their share
In a language of silence.
In team and hand-in-hand,
They struggle like in the war-field.
Oh, how I could speak
That language of silence!
Copyright © Beejadhur Sewumber | Year Posted 2016
The last time I saw Paris
The lights had vanished from the skyline.
She sat quite calmly,
Speaking in a common tongue,
Words that soon dissolved like my intentions.
Her eyes met mine
Then turned away towards the moon.
I sat alone in midnight's room,
Lost in thought and memory;
Dreaming of what might have been,
Pleased with what will never be.
Copyright © 1997 -2018 by Benjamin Toney. All rights reserved.
Image credit: Etienne Laurent/EPA
Copyright © Benjamin Toney | Year Posted 2018
My share of mistakes I have made,
Detours I’ve taken, dues I’ve paid.
In dubious company I’ve found friends,
Indecision followed the best-laid plans.
Loneliness has rushed me into love,
Courting heartbreaks and a cold rebuff.
By my errant mind I was ill prepared,
For Fortune’s intentions undeclared.
Ample time has been idled away,
For pleasures that indulged no delay.
The crowd’s folly too quick to chide,
Long have I stayed on the outside.
For triumphs by discipline not groomed,
To small victories by apathy doomed.
Half-hearted dreams were left to rust,
In random luck I’ve placed my trust.
A few hardships I have gamely braved,
Too little done for the freedom craved.
All these I confess to you, my son,
My past a gift to my dearest one.
Not one of the mistakes I’ll regret,
If by my lessons you’re better led.
As you embark on life’s great race,
I hope my steps you won’t retrace.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2017
Dawn's light seeks to obliterate silence
Night overpowers Day's cacophony
Loneliness reaches to touch a heart
Darkness sings the song of fire.
Collection: Night
Written: March 2018
Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2019
You left me stranded on a beach. Alone. I don't feel safe without you.
I crossed a bridge onto a new beach looking for safety
but none was there.
I wandered aimlessly over sand dunes bewitched by your memory.
Seeing your face, I traced your smile in the sand to feel safe again
but I didn't.
Your voice echoing in my heart, in all my being is beginning to fade.
I try to hold on to your words of love that once kept me safe
but I can't.
I'll wait on this wharf of fading dreams, hoping, praying a ferry will come
and take me to wherever you are, to where I can again feel
Safe at Lasts.
Copyright © Betty Robinson | Year Posted 2022
Old Bones
Now listen while I tell you of a fella that you’ll meet,
Who is older still than even time could be.
His grin is kinda big and kinda straight and kinda white -
Kinda threatening – a mite unsavoury.
When it comes your time to meet him, it’ll only be the once ;
You will never ever get another chance.
He will meet you sorta quickly and there won’t be time to chat -
He’ll go by and won't give you a second glance.
He meets everyone eventually, no matter how they dodge.
There just ain't no evading that old grin.
Prince or pauper, nice or nasty, makes no difference anyhow,
Be you virtuous or live a life of sin.
So if one day you see him and you think his timing's out,
Don't kick up a fuss or sing a sorry song.
It’s a fact that when your time’s up he'll come beckoning to you:
Old Bones is never even slightly wrong.
Copyright © Brian K. Bilverstone | Year Posted 2022
We look for that that does not come and go,
It cannot be organic form, subject to decay.
Thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know,
Yet come what may, our inner child continues to play.
In the quiet of our minds, where secrets softly whisper,
Echoes of our truest selves, hidden deep within.
Like a constant, gentle river, pure and clearer,
Reflecting the essence that lies beneath our skin.
Amidst the chaos of the world, ever-changing, ever-new,
Our core remains steadfast, a beacon in the night.
An unchanging truth, authentic and true,
Guiding us forth, through darkness to light.
In the mirror of the soul, beyond the physical sight,
Lies the unaltered spirit, untouched by time's flight.
Here in this sanctuary, where our fears take flight,
We discover who we are, in the stillness of the night.
Who are we at our core, if not an eternal flame?
Burning bright with hope, love, and dreams untamed.
In this journey of self, no two paths are the same,
Yet in every heart, the core's light remains unclaimed.
Copyright © Bryan Taylor | Year Posted 2023
Old sturdy oaks, rise great with pride
Their beaten trunks stand side by side
With bending boughs, they offer shade
They quiver in the forest glade
No longer green, will soon be bare
In spring their tendrils green and fair
A cradle to the robin's nest
Fleeting forth to find their rest
With leaves soon gone, like bone and flesh
When summer's ending, taking rest
This golden earth one can depend
Change will come, new things begin..
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008
Numb me down
to the pain
Let me sleep
it all away
Leave me now
in my dreams
Let me die there
peacefully
I don’t belong
in this life
I never fit
let me die
Copyright © Cindy Bahl | Year Posted 2023
I am the dreamt of the Dreamer
knowing no more what matters
can be acknowledged, are you still
sleeping oh thou I perhaps have called
God in my younger years of sleep
imbued with the sense of aloneness
never to be seen no more than a
rock stillness persists despite all of
the advancement which is simply running
on the tracks of time, over and over
again we disappear into machines
angry hearts forgetting the restfulness
of silence...oh Dreamer of a billion years
where have you gone...do you remember
why you began this dream? Were you
lonely or merely alone in your creation
of imagination? What if you could
animate the furniture of your mind?
what if you could awaken to playmates
playing back with you, just as in chess
my turn, your turn, and so on
until it was time to put the dream to
snooze alarm hit –more time required?
bordering on the mundane I think you
have forgotten what you began...are we
alone now?
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2019