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Sing Your Song

Sing! Sing your song for all of us to hear!
A song well-sung will brighten any day.
Play! Play that song so full of warmth and cheer!

A sprightly song is always welcome here,
To lighten and to lift those clouds of grey.
Sing! Sing your song for all of us to hear!

The heart is gladdened by a song so dear;
It helps us with our load along the way.
Play! Play that song so full of warmth and cheer!

A happy song can wipe away a tear,
And music is the food of love, they say.
Sing! Sing your song for all of us to hear!

We welcome any willing balladeer
Whose singing can be heard above the fray.
Play! Play that song so full of warmth and cheer!

Keep singing and the sun will reappear.
Our hope still springs eternal, come what may.
Sing! Sing your song for all of us to hear!
Play! Play that song so full of warmth and cheer!



Copyright © Robert Haigh | Year Posted 2017


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Hot Day

A steady hum vibrating one constant low
Surrounding me in tiny hummingbird beats
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

The fuzzy sound vibrates on pulsed in it’s drones
All vision blurs dimly in dark shadowed heat
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

The yellow window’s shade drawn down indigo
Gaze at it’s outline, with my hands on my feet
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

My round Papasan chair of plush wicker holds
My languid form as I relax there complete
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

Within the dark, my lap cat’s bright green eyes glow
I’m clothed only in my silhouette’s repeat
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

Reflect in beta waves of calm peace I know
On blue walls, my fairy outline shifts and beats
A steady hum vibrating one constant low
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow



Copyright © stephie pendleton | Year Posted 2006

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CHARIOT OF FIRE - a collab with P Callus

CHARIOT OF FIRE I stand in silence and behold the sight, staring in wonder, waiting for thunder. A chariot of fire travels through the night. The white-winged horses gallop in full flight pulling at the reins; flowing are their manes I stand in silence and behold the sight. Where are they going? There’s a shining light leading all the way, so they will not stray. A chariot of fire travels through the night amidst the heaven where in pure delight resides the Master, the sweetest lover, I stand in silence and behold the sight; Blessings whisked to amble slowly with plight; heartbeats race to sway, courage on display. A chariot of fire travels through the night armoured by God’s spirit. They ride like knights fearless from pain; victory, their peak gain. I stand in silence and behold the sight; a chariot of fire travels through the night. ©O.E.Guillermo and P.Callus Written last 5:07 pm, November 17, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014


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My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2006

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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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Fallen Angel Serenade

Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, Whispers of love, God's cherub strum a song on high Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Serenade me with blessings into His arms, I plea In your celestial presence, my soul caresses the sky Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, please envelop me for I am weary I embrace the loving touch of God you personify Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Messengers of God carry His love on wings of glory Soaring to new heights, I hear heavenly harps as I fly Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, angels spread God's true love story Often their whispers are like sacred shouts from nigh Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Singing joyful song, lull me in praise to God gently Shield me from the wickedness of the world, I cry Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Spirit lit in His holiness; share a new song with me
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012 For Fallen Angel contest 5th place

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

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LOST AND FOUND

To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.
Life falls apart, disintegrates, and dies.
Climb back again. We have an amazing Master.

A man I know lost faith, and his life’s design.
He gave up hope, and took to pity’s resign.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

He broke a heart, a marriage, and kept the kids
But shredded them too, for lack of vision’s skids.
Climb back again.  We have and amazing Master.

His wife forgot her passion for truth’s wild fire,
And wandered, lost, into world’s framed by desire.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

But God was on her case.  He never left her,
And brought her longing heart within His spur.
She climbed back again to her amazing Master.

The tale goes on, for the children need to know
Why father’s fall had made them suffer so, 
Why losing faith is such a great disaster.
Climb back again.  We’ve such an amazing Master.

Copyright © Helen Murray | Year Posted 2012

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"O"

           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
     From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 
 
          We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn             
          Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn

           A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
           Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
           And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 

           Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
           Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise  
           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn 

           With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
            Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn 

    Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne   
            He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs 
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
            And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn

Copyright © Jesse Wood | Year Posted 2008

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Happenstance

Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance. Though the sun doth rise and meet us in yellow gold. Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance? By all great men, in awe, we've be moved to muse and trance. When the musician's fingers flitter, to make our souls seem whole. Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance. And as the boats stay moored, afloat of our chance, over a wanting light on black screams, a shadow folds. Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance? They cry, they all cry! A guff, their queer parlance. A beckoning light so bright as to seem to take hold. Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance. The athlete, his body strong against the crushing weight, his defiance. Thou vile villain, thou interrupting season of cold. Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance? To want for is not to waste, to keep held high the the chin and dance. And yet as I lie, the shadows creep and their time still known. Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance. Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance?

Copyright © Keith Baker | Year Posted 2011

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The Coming

I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.
I feel my intellect in what I cannot understand.
I know by going where my heart and intelligence leads me.

We learn by doing. What activity is there to be started?
I hear myself jumping from eye to eye.
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.

Of those helping me, who are you?
May God bless the Helpers! I shall give back to you,
And know by going where my heart and intelligence lead me.

A Letter is written on a Page; but who in the world may know what’s next?
The author goes on an imaginary dream come true;
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.

Fate leads us into a whole world of unknown
For all who know, so don’t be afraid,
And, exceptionally, know by going where the heart and intelligence lead.

This dream supports me in a lovely manner. I must believe!
What goes around comes around. And is waiting.
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.
I know by going where my heart and intelligence lead me.



Copyright © Alan Grinberg | Year Posted 2005

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I'll Stand at the Edge of the Earth and Sky

Grab on the beams of hope, don't kiss goodbye,
When those pungent screams I hear, whips may wound 
I'll stand at the edge of the Earth and Sky.

This fate may be queried by lots of why's
A tempest scourge me mordant boulders
Grab on the beams of hope, don't kiss goodbye.

Climbed summits,battled hail, those endless cries,
Engulfed by the quagmire see no escape
I'll stand at the edge of the Earth and Sky.

Crystal fragments of quartz catches your eye,
Scintillating rainbow spellbinds
Grab on the beams of hope, don't kiss goodbye.

Rammed beasts of Hades; wail your cries.
The scent of victory is here
Grab on the beams of hope, don't kiss goodbye,
I'll stand at the edge of the Earth and Sky.

Copyright © L.C. Jarrette | Year Posted 2017

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Villanelle: Do spun balls eddy in Black Hole corsets

Villanelle: Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets

Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
   Or cosmic spins pierce through armoured shells
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets

Make the side win hoards of precious nuggets
   Rousing Super Bowl far-flung galaxy yells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets

Elsewhere rugger lads break through pelting belts
   Asteroid storms of bare bones and muscles
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets

Watch how rugby touch-downs pile-up sweats
   Barely kissing ground hugged balls crushed in smells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets

Rugbymen fall for foes during somersaults
   Some even take home loads of their scented cells
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets

O! Lord of the Nations! Let fear nor threats
   Keep you from flexing wills with alien spells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets

©  T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017

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Villanelle: Whenever Life stamps me down under heels

Villanelle: Whenever Life stamps me down under heels

Whenever Life stamps me down under heels
   I think of those who died living deaths young
So say i who am i to bleat meek squeals

Ages gone by how many mute appeals
   Fell on deaf bigot ears great lives un-sung
Whenever Life stamps me down under heels

Who dared shift Earth from centre to out-fields
   How Galileo ate humble pie dung
So say i who am i to bleat meek squeals

Nuanced scales stringed by chords neuronic peals
   Had Mozart in debt into common grave flung
Whenever Life stamps me down under heels

Van Gogh Cervantes Dostoyevski shields
   Me from vainly emptying my spent lung
So say i who am i to bleat meek squeals

If my words can’t Gorki's lives serve dire meals
Then would not mine and your pen seem low-strung
Whenever Life stamps me down under heels  
So say i who am i to bleat meek squeals

© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017

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Villanelle: I woke up in the middle of the morning dream

Villanelle: I woke up in the middle of the morning dream

       "Happy Birthday"  Amerika !

I woke up in the middle of the morning dream
Found my family sucked under plastic carpet slime
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream

My father in his rocking chair choked in pipe-dream
My children all out on the lawn playing at crime
I woke up in the middle of the morning dream

My mother in the kitchen plastered full of cream
The baby in the cradle cage covered in slime
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream

I plucked the iPhone floating past broken pipes steam
To call my Senator through unplugged bathtub grime
I woke up in the middle of the morning dream

Two eels came slithering out of the wall's cracked beam
And the basement coughed up miles and miles of rude rhyme
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream

I saw my country sinking under stale ice-cream
And the President on breaking news making mime
I woke up in the middle of the morning dream
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream

© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017