Oh, how I cherish that bright sun! But she
must turn me often lest I grow deformed
and stifled in my quest for too much light.
And at the faithful window, day by day,
that glow appears—my sustenance of life.
Instinctively, I lift my leafy palms
as if to catch each golden ray, and lean
to kiss the glass, back arched in thankful pose.
And she, like God, keeps turning me around
to make me straight, aware that I must work
to find the light once more. An endless fight,
this turning, turning, cutting short my time
to fully drink of sun. And what despair
for me to face again the shadowed room—
to gather strength, confront the task at hand:
my twisting, writhing, standing tall, erect—
then leaning, reaching out for light again.
And yet I grow in beauty, health, and grace.
The secret lies in proper tension kept
between her God-like care to keep me straight,
and my strong will, to seek and worship sun.
February 10, 2015
Blank Verse: Iambic, 10 syllables and 5 feet per line.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Its father: Terror
Its mother: Ignorance,
With the black milk of hate was it
By wrath was it, nurtured
By fanaticism its character was forged
Its soul saturated was with repugnance
The deformed prince of gloom, once matured,
A menace to humanity grew up to be,
Threatening the beacon of civilization to
All this, in the name of a God that the brute doesn’t
It demanded the whole world to kneel in dread
Humanity didn’t succumb
United, in its finest hour, marched on,
Sending thus the message to the kingdom of gloom that
Its days are numbered
One ray of light, mightier it is than any amount of darkness
And easily could obliterate beast’s obscure empire at a blink
Of the eye
GOD is not HATE and DARKNESS
LIGHT and LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 JANUARY 2015
*In memory of those who were slaughtered by the evil children
of the beast, be they Christians, Muslims or Jews!
**Dedicated to all those who marched in Paris and elsewhere
and all those who felt In their heart, the solidarity with those who marched!
The whole world shouts: Je suis Charlie!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
Sometimes I question my own faith and wonder if you are real,
can you really feel all the pain I feel.
I wonder, Can you hear me god?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep,
do you know the reasons why I weep.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I give up on myself,
is it because you forgot about me and chose to let me deal with myself.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes people hurt me , and sometimes I hurt others,
but it seems you let them be and it's my life you choose to bother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes i feel like I'm your mistake,
is it because you judge me for all the mistakes that I make.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate others and sometimes others hate me,
but it seems you don't see others,
and it's my life with troubles you smother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate you for taking my mother,
Sometimes I hate you even more for portraying my father.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I think of my past,
and that's when I reliaze that nomatter what I'm feeling now,
it will never compare to the pain I was feeling back then.
It's times like this that I realize that's when you truelly chose to be my father,
to scold me, but hold me, to teach me but reach me.
To show me that my pain won't always last.
I believe this is true, at least that's the picture you drew,
yet I still wondwer, Can you hear me God?
Copyright © katie levy | Year Posted 2006
In the Middle East, far south of Sweden, I was discovered in the Garden of Eden
I am a state of ease and ready to please, so beautiful and picture perfect I welcome young and old alike, with plenty of pleasure for the best effect
I am known for seeking out and engaging the forbidden, which never ends well. Blinded, people seldom see me coming; so deaf, they can't hear the bell
I comfort and soothe, causing pleasantries like bathing in sunshine and blue sky. I am mesmerizing and addicting, creating falsehood until I take wings and
fly. Things forbidden feel so real initially, with lots of thrills; but they never come to stay. Ceasing to pray, people are captured and arrested; and like
children, they like to play. Few would dare to admit that I am their skeleton in the closet, their secret admirer. I stir and provoke their emotions, release their
hidden passions, and light their fire. People are graciously embraced with care; and they are held closely until they cry. Quite often, I will behave like
mirages, and appear with a most deceitful lie. I may have the look and the feel of a doll, play like a child, but I am no toy. From olden days, I am rooted
in rebellion and commissioned to destroy. I have a plan to engage, and a purpose to pursue. I am neither an allusion nor an accident.
I possess neither good will nor good intention; and to avoid me,
good people will need more than an ouch of prevention
I am pretentious, ancient, and modern; masterly alluring, my name is *Enticement.
09152017PS *James 1:14-16
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017
Anger and threats fly through the air
Contempt now has a soul for it's chair
How isolated some spirits can be
Unable to realize that the ebb an the flow
Are part of the grand scheme
The conclusion of God's mercy would never be mean
Faith is my banner
I will trust in the lord
May Gods Grace hold me tight
And lift me to heavenly heights
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014
This is Truth that to you, the mortals, is now speaking,
I’m the one that in the kernel of everything that exists resides,*
That no human has ever seen**, up to this very moment and
No one, I affirm will able be, eyes to set upon my
I know, the vast majority of you believe to be with me, very
Some even declare that the best of my friends are and
Instead of me they could do the talking
Even there are those who boast to be my associates and
The ultimate reality only them to know
Each one of them “his truth” declares according to his doctrine,
Fervently maintaining the veracity of his established principles,
The principles of his policy, his history, his religion, his morals
That with me, the Truth, I assure you, have very little in common.
So, I the Truth, with many faces came to you be known
As different colors are always used to paint my visage,
Colors with hues of their opinions to better fit their purpose
According the era they are living in, their reason and
If a day, I the Truth, among them decided just a walk to take
Certain am I that no one of them, would able be, me to recognize
For the bigotry that is deep in their uninformed heart planted
Unable has made their eyes the supreme Truth to identify
Enraged am I, of all those criminals who kill in my name,
Regardless their color, their creed, their sex, their ethnicity,
For even if a little bit they knew me, never would they
Commit a crime
I, the Truth next to God live. It’s from Him I draw my existence,
Impossible thus for me it is, divinity’s will to disobey
And commend someone to do something that is immoral
Because God is love*** and love, you should know my friends,
Never commits a crime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 OCTOBER 2014
* There is nothing that we with certainty know, because the truth is found in the depths of each thing!
Democritus , Greek philosopher, 5th century B.C., the father of atomic theory
**No man has ever perceived the truth, neither anyone in the future will know it, only opinion of things have we for the reality of things!
Xenophanes, Greek philosopher 6th century B.C.
***John, epist. First, verse 8. “He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014
Eyelids heavy with tears,
begin to form
from puffy grayish/black clouds.
It moves cunning and swift
like a lion’s roar
then softly on tired- padded- paws
it is gone,
gracing the terrain
with its magnificence.
Its door opens to a momentous
a welcoming grand appearance
of a new year
a new beginning
when the door opens…
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Sixth Place Winner ~ "Personification of January” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
January 29, 2012
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2012
i hear your voice in solitude
when all outward forces seize
and inward forces burst out in multitude
and all my hardships ease.
i want to hold your hand forever,
and would be with you
but waiting for you here, but none deter
hopeful but eyes dew.
purple riot in my heart
which stay here for long
after disturbing it then depart
and then merrily sing plaintive song.
paying here for all my merriment
which i have deduced in past
now only it provide consolement
when i cry at last.
life i love you very much
and always want to embrace you
but you leave no occasion as such
so that i can amaze you.
Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Poison - Inflict
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
By our sons of Belial
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
Expostulate vile villains
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
Does wisdom not call meanwhile?
Does discernment not lift up her voice?
On the hilltop on the road,
On the crossways she takes her stand;
Beside the gates of the city,
At the approaches to the gates she cries aloud,
O men! I am calling to you;
My cry goes out to the sons of men;
You ignorant ones! Study discretion
And you fools, come to your senses!
Listen! I have serious things to tell you,
Rom my lips come honest words
My mouth proclaims the truth
Wickedness is hateful to my lips.
All the words I say are right
Nothing wasted in them, nothing false
All straightforward to whom who understands
Honest to those who knows what knowledge means.
Accept my discipline rather than silver
Knowledge in preference to pure gold.
For wisdom is more precious than pearls,
And nothing else is so worthy of desire.
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens (that) fly high in the sky…
Solemnly seizing Martin Luther’s time (of)
Religion and precarious minds…
White men personified lost their lives (without)
Fear or compromise…
Blackbirds in the sunshine (are)
Omens of their time (were)
Grave to Jackson’s mental denial of the Missouri Compromise…
The Confederate flag yet hangs high.
White men lives personified were of manifold (because)
Fear or compromise was not a greater source.
Blackbirds in the sunshine (are like)
Eagles soaring high in the sky…
Solemn to Civil Rights time (while)
Ritualizing a political asylum (caused by)
Oppression and incarceration of the mind…
Transition is denied; but oh, transgression defines.
Written March 4, 2016!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016
It sit's there in the corner on a sunny day,
wondering why you don't take it on a good day.
It waits patiently for the day when rain falls,
knowing that's the day when you will call.
It gives you protection, from all life's extremes,
the deluge of water, and when the hot sun beams.
When life is easy, and breezy, or just mundane,
Do you think of the umbrella, or only when it rains?
God is not an umbrella, used only in an emergency,
cast aside, forgotten, unless there's an urgent need.
Remember him always in the good times and the bad,
leaving him on good days, makes him kind of sad.
John Derek Hamilton November 09,2015
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Fox in the hen house.
There is a farmer, a good man, his name is Jahn.
He raises livestock chickens, pigs, cows of all sorts and
of course sheep and goats in many varieties,
as he is not partial.
He loves all of his animals dearly and feeds and cares for them.
When they are sick he cures them,
when they produce their young he is right there,
providing needed comfort security and help.
From time to time he sees wild animals that threaten
his peaceful farm, and he scares them away.
He puts up protective fences to keep predators out
but sometimes the goats don't like his restrictions
and try to escape.When they are successful and do escape
they are no longer under the protective care of Jahn,
their loving master.
When they suffer outside the farms protection
or when they are eaten alive by vicious wild animals,
he grieves for them. He asks himself:Why do they not stay here under my watchful eye? Don't they understand that my restrictions are for their benefit?
One day he hears a commotion in the hen house, screams, and shrieks startle him and he runs to see what is happening. He just checked on them in the early morning and all was well, now what's wrong? He slides open the window of the hen house to observe, and what does he see....a fox had killed one of his hens.
He recognizes that fox, he is the leader of a pack, that he sees from time to time in the distance, but he's never been so bold as to try to enter the farm.
Now he is inside the hen house, with 30 laying hens, what should he do?
He ponders momentarily, and visualizes the scene if he does nothing, one by one, the hens are eaten, and because the fox was left alone, after a short time he alone was left...
Would that be the end of the matter after all the hens were dead and gone?
Would the fox not invite his friends to come over because the eating is good?
Look at all those sheep, don't they look tasty?
So farmer Jahn, takes his crossbow, not his rifle, as he does not want to frighten his hens, and shoots the fox dead, and drags his corpse and throws it outside the farms fences as a warning to the others.
There was justice in the hen house, and peace and harmony continued to reign long after that.
Surprisingly, some neighbors heard what happened, and came to Jahn complaining, saying that if he was really loving he would not have killed the fox he should have just left him alone and let nature take it's course.
He tried to explain to them that his justice was motivated by love for his hens and all of his animals. And that killing the fox was not only the just but also the loving thing to do.
The neighbors were not impressed and did not understand his viewpoint, they decided to get together to see what they could do about this unloving farmer who kills foxes.
to be continued...
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Theist have HOLY belief
Natural calamity is catastrophic
No saviour can tame Nature’s wrath
Terrorist have ONLY belief
Bomb blasts are more devastating
No ‘intelligence’ can rein Terror's bloodbath
Common Man is in LONELY Catch-22 disbelief
Is Terrorism fatal or Nature’s fury final ?
For safety Pray to whom ... Terrorist or Nature ?
Moved by plight, GOD too is praying for EARLY relief
Wishing Terror in under HIS control and not of Satan
And Rest-in-Peace "Terror", with wreath of PEACE
( Entry for Poetry Soup Contest - October 2010)
Copyright © Hitendra Mehta | Year Posted 2010
Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly
Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did
I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so
God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea
But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man
Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone
Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make
God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him
But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past
now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2006
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
“This is the best of all possible worlds I hear, and you’re the master of your life”,
But when you count the closed shut doors, and look around you for a window,
Turn a rubik’s cube around and play with empty running rivers.
Mere stupidities and bottles with clichés will smear, right across the empty floor,
Tremble stupid kid! For cold, is just your empty sensation of fear.
This life is a wondrous gift, you’ll say; a challenge for the mighty heroes.
The good Pangloss in blood and flesh could not resist his own ideas.
You run and jump on sharp and blunt spears, to catch a glimpse of certitude.
But gravity, a law of nature, will keep you still in mortar shoes.
“Men have somehow corrupted Nature”, and I corrupt myself with dreams
But what is hope but a glorious strength, embedded in genetic attributes,
Like aids attacking healthy cells, will disappear. And let it go Candide!
You die a hundred times a year and fear, fear, fear another death, another life,
The grand pillars of values and potent righteousness,
You dare to believe in their existence.
It’s like the God you trust, but cannot see and cannot feel.
But do not be shaken, have no fear for this is just your own free will,
Oh Cunegonde of mine, you’re near, and every time I look you disappear!
Sometimes you search the absolutes of universe and wonder where,
Does God exist and what He’s doing when Cunegonde is flagged and raped?
Stumble on the rocky path on orators and chaste priests,
With tongue so sweet and gloried preachings,
But what they do in solitude with sharpen knifes in backs of infants?
Close your eyes oh sweet Candide, and dream away with no restraint,
And watch how all your hemispheres will tremble soaked in darks and lights.
If not your head can imagine life without a shadow or a tear,
You are corrupt Candide oh dear, but this is the best of all possible lives.
You kill even the ones you love the most, nothing is holy anymore.
Just the promise of Pangloss and the dream of Cunegonde.
Merge your coding to save a dear, stop on red, and do not litter!
For your punishment ‘s not in Hell, it is indeed the life you bare.
Pace yourself! In the New World, like a Columbus you’ll try to steer,
Your arms and legs but not your head, for it is damned for it is barren.
There is no sun, or air out here. You strive for breath in empty chores,
At least you have your Cunegonde I hear, but she is just another whore.
Who cursed her love for seven years, but plow your garden cher Candide!
For this is the best of all possible worlds.
Copyright © Anca Burdea | Year Posted 2012
THE SUN IS SHINING IN MY HORIZON AND MY HEART IS GLOWING.
THE LOVE FROM GOD ALMIGHTY IS OVERFLOWING.
FOR HE HAS BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING HIS LIGHT SHINES ON ME.
WHEN I WAS IMPRISONED BY SIN HE SET ME FREE.
I AM ON A CLOUD TO SALVATION AND GROWING IN PROSPERITY.
MY HARVEST IS GROWING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.
I AM SITTING IN HEAVEN'S REFLECTION HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS TO ME SO PEACEFUL.
A DELIGHT TO MY EYES SO FULL OF BEAUTY AND SUPRISE.
THE ANGELS ARE LIFTING UP TO THE MASTER FEET.
WHERE JOY AND LOVE DO MEET.
THERE ARE SINGING A MELODY THAT IS SO SWEET AND COMFORTING TO THE SOUL.
NO ONE CAN MATCH WHAT THEY DO.
FOR I KNOW THAT I AM A CHILD OF GOD AND HE IS MY FATHER.
FOR HE IS LIKE NO OTHER HE IS ONE OF A KIND.
FOR I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE.
HE IS THE GLUE THAT KEEPS ME TOGETHER HE IS THE ROCK THE MAKES ME STRONG.
HIS AROMA IS SWEET TO MY NOSE HIS PRESENCE IS KNOWN TO ME.
FOR HE IS MY ALL IN ALL HE IS THE ONE WHO MAKES ME WHOLE.
HE IS THE ONE WHO COMFORTS MY SOUL
HE LOVES ME AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012
One day, Mother Earth decided to talk
to God, and this is what she said -
I am robbed of my green robes that you
gave me when I came in this universe,
My trees are cut, and open wounds are left
and there are scars that will take years to heal,
The pure and untainted air that I carried has
turned black due to smoke and toxic matter,
My temperature is rising, glaciers are melting,
some rivers are thirsty, some places are dry.
You made me just one mass of land but man
divided me into countries, created boundaries.
I witnessed two world wars that tore me apart,
but O' Lord third world war will be my death.
March 15, 2016.
Elements Part 1- E A R T H Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016
Sunrise Surprise, An Easter Story
Hi. My name is Mary Magdalene, a close friend and follower of Jesus.
My friends, Salome, Joanna, the other Mary, and I visited the tomb of Christ.
We went to simply apply fragrances and spices, a routine and customary task.
There was nothing special about the Sunday after his death; or so we thought.
Jesus had taught us about fantastic things happening in the future; but like every one of his followers, we never really understood many things.
As we approached the site, we wondered about the heavy stone.
We quizzed each other saying, “Who will remove the stone for us?”
As we drew closer, to our surprise, we discovered that the stone was already removed. A little later, there were two men telling us that Jesus’ body was not there. Such news was not simply surprising , but very intriguing and disturbing.
Can you imagine how and what we felt about Jesus’ body not being there?
We were afraid, but the two men told us to go and tell the eleven disciples.
There was another man we assumed to be a gardener, but then he called my name. I was at once convinced that it was Jesus when he spoke and said, “Mary”. So we hurried along and proceeded to tell the disciples what we had experienced.
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Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016
I am a humble man
Who takes a noble stand
To owe myself to God and to
The bounty of the land
To all that He hath placed upon
The fine and blessed earth
The hills of my existence
The valley of my birth
The sky to give her glory
The fire to keep her warm
The clouds to give her cover
The rain to bring a storm
The tree of my own ancestry
The branch of my descend
The roots of life to bear unto
The leaf to catch the wind
The river of my flowing dream
The brook to drift along
The stream to gather to it
The rock to make her strong
To all that He hath sown upon
For all of man to reap
For all that man hath grown upon
His brother not to weep
May the harvest be fulfilling
May the hungry all be fed
May the bounty be rewarding
May the homeless find a bed
Let the combines in a row
Lay the golden swath ahead
Leave her stems upon the soil
Lift her heart onto a bed
Her yellow fleece surpasses
Like a wisp of morning air
Her glory gives a comfort
Always meant to give and share
Let the belts across the land
Lift the load of heavy grain
Reach the height of their extent
Fill the bins upon the plain
Haste the cars toward the coast
Heavy loads upon the rail
Harbor ports along the shore
Help the ships be set to sail
Let the needy be provided
With a meal they can afford
Let us pray unto the heavens
Giving thanks unto the Lord
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger until the journey is complete
there's no person too insignificant and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing remember God is at the helm
so hand over the keys to your life and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel while Father God is driving the van
He'll get you to your final destination according to His master plans
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2008
And who was to know this creature so beautiful stripped and wild
Was about to take the form of child.
A child that needed love and protecting from harm
Yet none was there to comfort, to alarm
The sting of life this child could feel
But soon no longer as she would heal
A journey so strong so very true
The colour was no longer an emotion, blue
A force from above became a force within,
Why oh why did this take so long to begin.
Why? My child I hear you ask,
For there were lessons you needed to pass.
Enjoy this life and share your love
For then you will know the freedom of a dove
For I see you child I know your heart,
Be sure to make your sweet sweet mark.
Copyright © Elizabeth Fowler | Year Posted 2016
Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
This is for the first time
The first time in History
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
And everyone must know...
It is time
It is time one may say
For a One World Government
To save the day'
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
And that is that
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
What We really don't need
Is a new government
What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
With ' GOD '
Did anyone think
Of the way
That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
A place for you and me...
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too kindfullness
kindfullness too so kindfullness kindfullness too kindfullness so kindfullness.
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too greatfullness
so greatfullness too greatfullness so too greatfullness greatfullness greatfullness so too
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too Bestfullness
too Bestfullness so Bestfullness too Bestfullness so Bestfullness Bestfullness Bestfullness too so
Bestfullness too so Bestfullenss.
Anak Manusia is Anak ALLah Bapak Allah Bapa AlLAh.
The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son of God Son of GOd is Thea Son Of God Son Of GOd.
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The Son Of God SOn of GOd.
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Copyright © gloria eliza angeline gumogar | Year Posted 2011
I HEARD SOMETHING FROM INSIDE MY SOUL.
SOMETHING THAT SPEAKS SWEETLY TO ME.
MY WOUNDS ARE HEALING AND MY HEART IS BEING REPAIRED.
GOD ALLOWED ME TO WAKE UP TO HIS BEAUTIFUL PRESENCE.
THE TEARS ARE BEING DRIED UP MY SOUL IS WRAPPED IN HIS WARMNESS.
I CAN FEEL HIM COVERING MY FLESH HE WHISPERS TO ME.
THAT HE LOVES ME THAT HE IS BY MY SIDE I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT HIM.
I HAVE A SWEET HEALING THAT IS FLOWING MY WAY.
WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE THAT FEELING THAT I HAVE ON THE INSIDE OF ME.
THE ROSES ARE SMELLING SWEET ON THIS SIDE AND THE GRASS IS DEFINITELY GREENER.
I AM IN THAT SECRET PLACE WHERE I CAN FIND PEACE AND A FORGIVING HEART.
SOMETHING THAT CAN NEVER BE EXPLAINED FOR HE IS SHINING HIS LIGHT ON ME.
A REFRESHING GLOW OF HIS PRESENCE COMFORTS ME.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2014
Young child full of hope and dreams,
volcanic personality laced with possibility,
charming but devious with schemes,
young Eunuch, powerful yet lacking stability.
Named after the god Janus hence January.
Having two faces, one facing the future,
one facing last year’s gory mortuary.
Favorite flower: a carnation to nurture.
A fickle young fellow indeed,
star of the time and space show,
riding a happy go lucky steed.
All dressed up but ..where to go?
Sporting a favorite garnet gem,
enjoying the groupies and fanfare,
tripping over last year’s hem.
History is the map, but will he care?
Janus was old Roman god (two faces) referred to as "spirit of the opening".
January flower carnation: Gem; Garnet
Personification of January contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
written by Robert A. Dufresne
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
The plan for the universe
Was designed by intelegence
The ruler of these things
And the giver of these things
dont even try to figure this one out
Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2012
In age’s avenue,
Life I met and she was
Wished, questions about her future plans for
Me to ask,
Timidly I her approached,
But disturbed, she said:
“The plans for you were done, even before
my own time!”
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 August 2015
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
She could've been died
She could've been pearlized
She could've been torn in between the two
She didn't know what to do but,
I know one thing I will always love this person
This person is my mama
I'm glad god kept her on earth
To show me things that I never seen
God Thank You for letting my mama live to see each an everyday
I'm glad God kept my mama on earth to show me the steps an every each way
I love my mama with all my heart
Without her my life would be in the dark
She's not gone, I want no longer be alone
It was hard at first but,
I learned it was for better or worst
That's why she is a blessing to me and everyone
She's a living testimony
Without her my life is incomplete and lonely
I learn my Lesson
My Mom Is A Blessing
Copyright © Kimberly Williams | Year Posted 2007