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The Late Blooming Iris

Lately I have paused, pondering death
But I'm not fit for it's journey yet.

It's not that I loathe meeting death's kind
It will be, for me, an experience of a lifetime.

I've had one stupendous, lovely, awesome gift
A second chance at life I could not resist.

So tell me this... who's thinking of dying?
I am the rainbow. Rain falls, next, I'm smiling.

Lately I have paused, pondering death
But it's out of my hands, my stem's length and breath.

All I have been, isn't all that I am
I've taken a stand to let The Source guide my hands.

I can claim to be a calico, carved by nine lives
Again, and again, I rise with clearer eyes.

I'd assume any form my Maker shapes me to use
Would I be excused, if in your haven I refuse?

I am a flower, even in winter
Even in winter, I am a flower.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016

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The Maid of Orleans

Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace her forehead like a crown;
Her thick and shining braids that are the shade of chestnut brown.
A soft and dreamy smile lifts her lips of cherry rose
As she so elegantly lifts the flower to her nose
To smell the rich and heady fragrance rising from its soul-
Upon this day in early May, her heart with joy is full.
But look! The heavens open wide, and joy is changed to fear,
For Michael the Archangel in the garden does appear,
And with him stand Saint Margaret and Saint Catharine, sent to seek
This girl of twelve, and in her frightened youthful ears to speak
Words form the Lord, of how someday, somehow, she'll have to save
Her native land, her land of France, from lying in the grave.
When in their bright angelic garb these saints to heav'n returned,
She knew they had been sent from God, her heart within her burned
With strong desire, with heaven's fire, to do her Father's will;
Her heart beats hard, while all around is silent, calm and still.

The years pass by, now seventeen, her hour is fully come,
And what is now but distant fancy, dull and throbbing hum
Will be her life, her joy, her pain; her darkness or her light:
For God and country, king and freedom, must, she must needs fight.
The chains of England must be broken, young prince Charles crowned:
A source of hope, of inspiration must for France be found;
For civil war rakes raging claws through weary, hopeless men,
Who fight and die, and sacrifice, and lose their homes again;
Their gardens, flocks and herds, and treasures, all are swept away:
With nothing left but life itself, and naught to do but pray.

God heard their prayer and sent her there for their deliverance,
To lead them on to victory through every circumstance
Of treachery or deviltry that loomed on every side.
Urged on by all the saints above and martyrs who had died,
She bound her armor to her body, helmet to her head;
A troop of eager soldiers to the Orleans siege she led.
Without a fear she faced the battle, banner held up high;
It filled each fainting heart with spirit, waving in the sky:
Unfailing, never falling, always standing at the fore,
And filling every weary soul with courage to the core.
Though wounded by an arrow striking close beside her heart,
She still pressed on to victory, she played her vital part.
The Maid of Orleans did her best, she held back not at all,
But risked her life at every turn to heed her heav'nly call;
She fought and bled and braved the beast until her king was crowned,
And even then she carried on, she traveled all around:
Each city gained broke off the chains of power-hungry kings,
Who killed to gain another's land, his citizens and things.

Alas! She met her fate at hands that should have helped her cause;
The countrymen she battled sold her to be judged by laws
And men that all disfavored her, yet still she firmly stood,
Proud head held high, two gleaming eyes; she answered best she could
Each twisted question meant to trap her clear but simple mind:
With wit and art she answered each; they really could not find
A cause for death, but death must be for such an enemy
The fate; who sees such visions full of vile heresy,
Of saints and angels revelating mortals with God's plan.
They also charged her with the sin of dressing like a man,
But it was of necessity she donned a soldier's guise;
For all throughout the war-torn realm roamed pairs of hateful eyes
Who did not heed a woman's cries, but did what pleased them best:
They killed or maimed or stained for life from eastern France to west.

So thus it is, not twenty years, they chain her to a stake-
The final chain that no amount of bravery can break.
Within her dress, hugged to her chest, she tucks a wooden cross;
The symbol of the Son of God, who faced such early loss
Of life, and like her was betrayed and mocked and led to die
Without a cause, without a crime, without a reason why.
Ten thousand people press around; she feels the burning heat,
As flames grow hotter, ever hotter- licking at her feet:
But on one thing and one thing only both her eyes are fixed;
Upon the figure held before her- on the crucifix.
And she is thinking of a time that seems so long ago,
When as a girl she used to sit and watch her garden grow;
She'd pick the purple petaled flowers, braid them in her hair;
Her life was simple, pure, and sweet, she hadn't any care
Until Saint Michael gave her calling to her way back then.
But if she had another life, she'd do it all again,
For God and country, king and freedom she could die this death;
And so it was that thus she died, and with her final breath
Her soul and body parted ways, and while her body burned,
Her soul went on to realms unknown, her soul to heav'n returned
Into the hands of He who made her, to the arms of Christ the Lord;
Who made for her a better body, more than just restored.
Here ends the troubles of this maiden, gone are jail cells dark:
Forever live the Maid of Orleans, known as Joan of Arc.

{Written by Isaiah Zerbst. For the first time published on October the 13th, 2014.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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Let Go Of The Rope

Let go of the rope my tethered friend
Your holding on to a futile end.

For if you fall what’s the consequence?
But if never tried life won’t make sense.

And if you try and don’t succeed 
You just may find its all you need.

See God is in the nothingness
Where pain resides along with bliss.

Its up to us to find the strength
And see what all this life is meant.

So take a fall, get up again 
And leave that world of bogeymen.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012

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Admiral Lord Nelson

Blessed with ingenuity, he fought advancing tyranny
That stormed the sea in twenty-three  great warships sailing furiously.

That day, October twenty-first, saw Admiral Nelson at his worst,
As cannons roared, while gunners cursed. The times were changed, the tides reversed.

Lord Nelson, as an admiral brave with all his fleet defied the grave,
His native land and king to save:-- his life for freedom's cause he gave.

In but a half a dozen hours he humbled Europe's finest pow'rs,
And toppled Tyranny's highest tow'rs; yet Vict'ry found him crowned with flow'rs,

And not a place the crown to lay, on him, nor all who died that day
In sending Britain's foes away, across the stormy seas of grey.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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The Minions

The Minions Minions Contest Sponsor: Silent One A versifier indeed, crowding the tiny city dwellers, above the rest flying with the strongest propeller. In day he disperses many tiny pieces of torn up paper, at night he sits on his throne as an intimidating dictator. The little people do as told following the confused story teller, after all, they were treated as undesirable city dwellers. If they don't run past the finish line they get reprimanded, If only they knew following him was never recommended. Early afternoon he leads them to a walk in his park, little does he know when running they wish to disembark. The dwellers know better than to follow him in his maze, the more they learn of him, the more they feel crazed. Some stay and some go, but no matter what the decision, there is so much conflict, the town turned into a division. Separated qualifications in regards to frugal injustice, There may be more than one leader, a dedicated accomplice. Beneath the caves and in front of the chair of the monarch, he leaves trails of empty promises leading into his landmark. Finally the city dwellers learned that it's time to be righteous, and the look upon their faces was stunning and priceless. The old versifier ended up living to an old age of grey, he wondered why in the end they didn't want to obey. Date Written: February 16, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Deeply Hurt Love

Feet not up yet dreaming looking into the deep distant horizon screams
need to take turf in remembering howls across oceans mourning dream special wish

You would want a good fire tonight for sure ice stormy fierce cold cutting
out walking giant waves hitting of the shore thundering pounds lashing clash 

Today the wind fairly woke me up piercing wide eye opening vision
Then when I got home just felt ten years younger alive again one storm

Now that's a good omen laughing to myself carries one to the high Heavens
Must be the salted spray love mixed with sea mist smashes you to the ground love

New therapy go out to the sea front as gales howling with angry force break news
blowing giant waves crashing heavy of cliffs thundering roars echoes inside sad 

Wind spitting sea salt sand peppering the face in your hardened heart
hate remains your driving engine unforgiving hung up on the past 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Death of a Knight

Blood surges through the deep gash in his armor
while the brave knight writhes in pain and cries in anguish.

The battle is over now and the knight drops hard to the ground
knowing that his life force is ebbing and his strength is waning.

With the battle finished the knight begins his final fight
with Death in his inevitable glory and result.

The knight’s blood now slows to a quiet trickle like blood tears
while key moments in his life flash before him lightening quick.

The knight finds his comfort in love of family and country;
this is a moment of solace as his body tightens in Death’s grip.

His blood now seeps into the ground itself and his breathing grows shallow,
and twilight moves to darkness in the knight’s final conscious thought.

The knight murmurs:  fighting, war, and duty to my king have been my life,
but now I must take leave of this mortal coil.

With that Death takes the Knight’s mortal body and the hand of God carries
his heavenly soul to everlasting eternity. 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 9, 2014) (Distich or Unrhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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We Dream In Pink

In moments of silence, we dream in pink tranquility,
a blushing sunrise draped in rays of hope. The ability
to stand tall and then rise, soaring over the beast, shaded
below. Our memories of sickness and sorrow faded
until our tomorrows are crowned in wreaths of laurel.
We are survivors! The beast cannot shred our blooming floral 
spirits - our beauty, strength, resolve comes from our mother’s fight
in this long battle. We, who once walked alone, take flight
together on our promise to triumph in pink. We will leave
a legacy of unity to our daughters. We will not grieve
for the days before the noise in our heads became deafening. 
We will seize the pink skyline and savor the silencing   
of our fears. Prayers of hope will be heard across time and space
as the angels shout in Heaven. This is our fight! This is our race! 
The finish line waits, in our sight, on the blazing pink horizon… 

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders 
for the PINKTOBER ((Join The Fight )) Contest

**Dedicated to all the brave breast cancer survivors including 
my mother-in-law, Joan Saunders** 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013

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Day by day I have seen myself and you 
With courage fight in the darkness our way through 
I'll never quit and I know that I can be strong 
As I press my way ahead no matter what's so wrong 

I'll just continue in my mind with a song all along 
And always set my goals where I know they belong 
And here in my heart I try to go along with all His plan 
That we can do it I believe and just know that we really can 

I know that you have a bunch on your plate, your heart and mind 
But no matter what's around me be good or bad I try always to be kind 
So many losses in my life I've already gone thru, inside heart so much pain 
But through all this I know God and my faith has kept me and will keep me just sane! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Sheltered Dreams Above The Clouds

Flying oh so high above the silhouetted trees
in stark of night salvation comes and floats me on the breeze.

I've sipped the sweet nectar of grace and laid forth all my dreams.
I'll likely fall but I won't fail,I'm nourished by moonbeams.

The light begins to filter through as dawn now beckons in.
The weary stars fade fast away and let the sun begin.

So goes the dance of sheltered wishes,destiny unspoken.
A painted sky will heal my soul and fix whatever's broken.

Tenderly I hold these dreams and see them to fruition.
Above the clouds are where they live awaiting love's nutrition.

Now every breath I draw will be succinctly mine to keep.
Eyes that see such dreams of beauty surely cannot weep.

written June 17th,2013
for contest "Above The Clouds"

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013

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His Courage Rocked

Dedicated to my son, my heart, my Kyle
As infant, he was a smile and precious dimples who had experienced no day or night simple. He constantly battled while growing in the womb in order to cease death's increasing threat of doom. He battled inside the special care nursery where I garnered my first Motherhood memory. As toddler, he battled space to allow his place because balance had not been granted by the fates. So, too, he fought to finally stand up and walk. He would fall, stand to retry, no matter who gawked. He struggled to button, tie, open, close and zip as fine motor skill challenges were a rough trip. He will never, ever read, the teachers all said, no matter that he piles books around him in bed. Each night after dinner, he studied to the brim with me who had learned how to teach reading to him. Then seizures came and took what he had learned away. School-bullies learned how to make him seizure each day. Neurologist failed with this med and then tried that. All had side effects that were hellish living facts. Once in his bed, he was spinning, holding my hand and my tears began to fall despite my command. "Mama, all our days, Mother and Son love will stand so, please don't cry, God has a perfect seizure plan.” After a two year fight, the scary seizures stopped. Since, his gross and fine motor skills have soared and popped. His reading skills improved, increased and success locked. Now, as adult, his dimples and smile remain hot. My precious, brave son lives life with all he has got. To me, my son’s steady courage has always rocked. ... CayCay Jennings December 19, 2016

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016

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That we may hold on ‘til the pristine morn
Oh Lord, courage to withstand the brooding storm

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

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Our Dear Mystic Rose

Our Dear Mystic Rose

To our beloved Mystic Rose We are all by your side
When life's ocean rolls in you have to endure the tide.
You are such a Beautiful flower and beautiful person inside
If you need me friend I am here for in which to confide.

We all need friends and family in troubling times like this
I can picture you now painfully crying with clenched up fists
My shoulder is here to lean on and this I must insist
So do not fret or worry and our friendship never resist

Our prayers will come bountiful from all of us poets right here
So know that God is hearing us this fact you shouldn't fear
Stay positive and remember to believe that the end is not here
Now I will leave just for.the moment but I am always here My Dear...


Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

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Under Skeletal Remains

The sea summons in unrelenting whispers
haunting the night as waves spin their spliced harrowing tales
Hallowed echoes an unending scourge over tenderness 
weeping secrets wait held in bondage’s everlasting kiss 
Terrified to speak as translation becomes disloyalty 
aching is betrayal and compassion is flammable fragility 
One misstep and balance becomes twisted alienated from truth 
as fear takes hold from these toxic dissonant words 
Scathing reproach becomes buried beneath tidal swells 
carrying out its inevitable pilgrimage towards unrighteousness
Cold suspicion scatters on the shores in broken shells
trapped by suffering and tormented by long ago betrayals
Decaying memories never lived once imagined still dwell unanswered   
this is not love quietly whispers on the wind of denial's farewell....

Copyright © Donna Loughman | Year Posted 2017

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Talk To Me

Tell me your troubles
Tell me your cares
Tell me your want, your dreams, tell me everything if you dare
Talk To Me
Talk to me about life
Talk to me about death 
Talk to me about you and me
Talk to me until your last breath 
Talk To Me
Scream my name
Scream your pains
Scream your hurt, your love, your aches and what remains
Talk To Me
Tell me you love me
Tell me you hate me
Tell me you want, care, and need me to be 
Talk To Me
I'll take your troubles 
I'll take your cares
I'll take your wants, your desires, I'll keep what you share 
Talk To Me
What do you want to talk about
What do you need from me
What do you want, desire, love, what do you believe 
Talk To Me
I'll talk to you about life
I'll talk to you about death 
I'll talk to you about you and me
I'll talk to you until my last breath
Talk To Me
I guess it's hard to trust me
I guess you can't dare
I guess it was too hard, too rough, too much for you to share
Then Don't Talk To Me
Don't talk to me if you don't want to
Don't talk to me if it's too much 
Don't talk to me if it hurts, if it pains, if it's just a crutch
But Please Talk To Me
Please talk to me about you
Please talk to me about life
Please talk to me about the haunts that keep you up at night 
Talk To Me
Talk to me I beg you
Don't go quiet on me now 
Talk to me please, I'll teach you how
Talk To Me
I know you're in pain
I know your struggles are real
I know you try, you hurt, you pretend to feel 
Talk To Me
No more will I beg
No more will I plead 
No more will I push, prod, mess with your head 
But Talk To Me
I'll take every word to heart
I'll take every tear you shed
I'll take everything you say and take it with me instead 
Talk To Me 
Thanks for telling me 
Thanks for letting me in
Thanks for talking to me, crying to me, trusting me to be your friend 
Talk To Me

Copyright © Alexandria Fons | Year Posted 2017

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My Gun

I feel for the miserable day,
They try to take MY gun away…

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2013

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Our Destiny

Our Destiny

Life’s choices come to us by divine plan or fate,
With both options shaping our destiny’s date.
How we each proceed defines who we are
As we seek life beyond living in this Bell Jar.

To find this rare azimuth requires so much care, 
And make not your choice on a whim or a dare.

One’s destiny is a complicated proposition,
Which sometimes calls for divine supplication.

If the Almighty wanted to make easy our life’s path,
Then he would’ve laid out a way in our life past.

For it’s within His divine power in Heaven above,
That we all may fly beyond the sky so blue above!

God inspires us to master our true destiny every day,
So we can ascend to Him in Heaven on our final day!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
April 29, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Imagine being suspended in time,
     where life lives and is itself.

Conception is not a reality because
     all aspects of living are present.

The heights presented is a way beyond your grasp.
     Awry are your eyes looking for help.

You shout out in torment.
     However, more darkness you felt.

To dispose, you firmly shook your head.
     In spite of this, the calamity did not disengage.

Your [mis]fortune wanted to be fulfilled. 
     The depths of despair were now very real.

Almost at the end of hope, you found one last token.
     You, as a true believer, asked the Lord to take over.

You release the tormented world to The Almighty Jehovah.
     Life itself was not forsaken.

Have your days of torment concluded?
     It is you that desire splendor.

Empowerment of all people you perceive.
     Mighty is the sword and awesomely strong is the soul who conquers iniquity.
Written February 25, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

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Mythology of Fire

In the beginning thus Prometheus who loved mankind
Stealing fire from the Gods of Mt Olympus 
Then to Earth he did resign
Man marveled at fire’s glowing light
Finding comfort from its warmth at night
Rocks which surrounded the campfire pit
Melted their metals into the ashy spit
Man’s observant brilliant idea dawned
A forge a hammer a chisel and a spear
Once ferocious King of the beast who roared death
 Learned to tremble with fear
Bellows of goat skins did man blow across the red hot coals 
The white hot warmth thus saturated the metal into hammer and fold 
Pound the copper beat the tin-
So man did master the fire therein
Shields and weapons- tools and blades 
Due the love of Prometheus made friend
We the man did gratefully accept
To Prometheus we are in his debt
And for his trouble did Zeus make plain
To steal from a God is unforgivable and disdain

Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2013

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A Shaft of Light

There, within the sinister forest of despair he stood
Numb, lost as to what next to do

Before him lay a pathway to where…so unclear
As an empty feeling grasped his psyche, instead 

Being a man, in subtle silence he bled
And in solitude made plans his heart held

Many boulders, stones lined the way
Soon became craggy mountains meant to stay 

With blind faith, his gradual steps moved him to find
A future yet unseen, yet vivid in his mind

Soon, his eyes widen as he watched the fading night
As slicing through dense thicket arose a shaft of light


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

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Once upon a very long time in the eleventh century B.C.
There was a king in, Athens, who ruled both land and sea

To all was known as king Codrus*, a mighty warrior was he 
His enemies were much afraid in his kingdom once to be
Yet, the Spartans** war declared and marched into Codrus’s land  
Wishing all Athens to burn down, nothing vertical to stand

Codrus, saw the Spartans coming and his army he prepared  
To defend the holiest ground thus his city to be spared 
First he sent to ask the oracle of God Apollo at Delphi*** 
To reveal to the king, Codrus, who the winner would be 

God at once the answer gave: “The victor of war would be
The city of which the King is slain" that’s the way to be free
Codrus, was much determined his beloved Athens, he to save
Thus his kingly clothes took off, went the enemy to brave 
To Spartans the oracle was known, to their soldiers gave orders 
No one to hurt king Codrus, else they had to leave the borders

Codrus, as a peasant soon was dressed, ax in hand was he holding 
As he approached the Spartans’ camp, his fury was fast unfolding
Spartans, him, didn’t recognize and with a sword they cut him down 
But then saw that the king was he, wrapped inside that filthy gown 

Instantly their camp the Spartans broke and left that same day
To return to Sparta their city and found themselves at bay   

The Athenians then decided, by no means, a new King  them to find 
For none would love his land As Codrus did, with all his heart and mind

This the way democracy**** was born, some thirty-one centuries ago
When Athenians, the King’s powers passed to people, by only a single law

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   12 OCTOBER 2014

*Codrus (in Greek, Kodros) was the last of the semi-mythical Kings of Athens that ruled between 1089-1068 B.C. He is considered the finest example of patriotism and self-sacrifice. This is his story!
**The most powerful states in ancient Greece was Sparta and Athens..
During the time of the Spartan invasion of Athens territory in 1068 B.C. the Spartans consulted the Delphic Oracle, who prophesied that their invasion would succeed as long as the king of Athens was not harmed.
***At Delphi was the temple of Apollo, son of Zeus! One of Apollo’s duties was
To reveal to humans his father’s Will. The Greeks of old were doing nothing 
unless they were consulting Apollo who was the prophet par excellence.  Once 
Apollo was giving his reply the Greeks obeyed it to the letter!
****Democracy is the combination of two words: Demos and Cratos . Demos means the People and Cratos means Power so Democracy means Power to the People.

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

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Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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Copyright © 2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 

by: LP

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2012

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Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown. They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord. Never could she state what was meant. She countered innately. She rejoined her past. Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday. How does history repeat? Atrocious is this cruelty. What went before is not to be. However, a reality has formed from yesteryear. The future is a seed, which has matured profusely. Seething a lost is she who faces a breach in her memory. Neurological resources are their tool. The mind willingly enters this superlative institute. Reconsider what has been done because tomorrow has come. Reflect to divert to revitalize a city’s self-worth. ___________________________________________ Penned on September 06, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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When trials fall, she remains tough Yes, a diamond in the rough, Black…but shining outside her cage For courage is youth’s heritage. In time seasoned, one polished gem Reigning like a glossed diadem, And strength becomes a lasting grace Facing doubt with holy embrace. She knows each conquest quite well paid When life’s jewel adorns her shade. This woman never bought but found A precious light, finally crowned. Black Diamond Contest For Nayda Ivette Negron 8..08..2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Tell us of folks with conscience clear on terror; of trusted neo
terrorists that oust teams, terrorizing thousands... near, far, and wide

May it marinate in their minds; peace and equality are as grated rind
with scent of pure zing... unlike vexed souls, bent on terrorism

Just last night, amid day light, before photographer's sky, right in 
spring's warmth... such unforgiving moment of sudden fright

Thunderous wondrous sounds of bombs whirred, then cease, and
just like that came sight of flight 8430, blown to fallen pieces of debris

I saw red, white, and blue of American airlines's plane, meshed with chaos
just as those blown to smithereens during 9ll... Still I'll fly. Why shouldn't I?

In this land of plenty, we won't share cowardice with tyrants of immorality;
not on their watch! freedom bell has rung for everyone free of contentions

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." (... they knew not...)
Flight 8430 felt Coup DE main... not of You, Great God of earth, sky, and dew

I shan't forget humongous, booming sounds of invisible bombs that flew and
flung sudden terror so near, i hastened with thoughts of Islam and coercion

Of intimidation, degradation, castration; of trepidation, and mutilation
that moved me to see martyrdom in terrorism as ignoble affiliations

I'm due like you to sit snug and breathe with ease here and now, without 
quest; will I survive or will I have time to utter one final goodbye

Night's stream of consciousness was dream, dear God, but Your world need You...
only You; by power of Your might, turn terror to unadulterated thanksgiving; so

As we ponder canvas of sky with eyes beyond clouds; we'll grace life with
courage; for we shall over come with hope, with aims, and with our dreams.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016

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The Boy Pilot-

Reporters waiting at the blocked off air- strip,
to get photos of the boy wonder at the end of his trip.
Around the world in his hot air balloon,
from Anchorage to Cameroon.
Picking up treasures from every land,
grizzly bear claws, and feathered bands.
The air ship lands while the crowd cheers,
The door opens , and the boy pilot nears.
“Will you make a statement?”, they want to know,
“What have you seen , and where did you go?”
I travelled wherever the wind blew me to,
met people , went places, that I never knew.
So, I have many tales to tell ,
of the wonders I have seen,
many stories to be written,
And I am but fifteen.

Copyright © Jeanette Woods | Year Posted 2013

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Copyright © 2013

Politicians' greed seems to hover
  Over our lives, a simmering cover

Separation of Church and State?
  Satan planned mankind's fate

As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
  Over their land like locusts do cover

The faithful do not fret what is hovering
  By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering

Our leaders refuse to make a deal
  When enthralled by Satan's Will

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

Obama-Care, a change that's fair
  Or, struggling against Satan's lair?

But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
  Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.

by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013

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White-Knuckled Courage

I've reached the other side you know.
Daily my cheeks are aglow.

White-knuckled courage is my pride.
I paid my dues and took the ride.

The fog has lifted from my heart.
I've been given a brand new start.

I fought my demons-took them down.
A smile's replaced that lowly frown.

When times are rough and hope is lost
I'll not forget what doom has cost.

White-knuckled courage is my pride.
Brought me through to the other side.

The pale white moon glows on this earth.
Finally I'm happy about my birth.

Laughter and love shall follow me.
I'm blessed and fortunate as can be!

written January 5th,2014

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014

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A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare

Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012