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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Everything You Can Imagine

"Everything You Can Imagine"

There's a part of me that wants to do as it pleases 
And a part of me that don't make sense
There's a part of me that calls out to Jesus
And a part of me that rides the fence...

There's a part of me that walks the edge in the night
And a part of me that I don't know
There's a part of me that want's to give up the 'fight'
And there's a part of me that won't let go...

'Cause I've been lied to...Spit on...
Pushed down...Hit on...
I've been Cussed at...Cheated...
Used and Mistreated...
Everything you can imagine....
But I wouldn't let go...

Nothing but The Blood could set me free
So I called out to Jesus...here's what He said to me:

There's a part of me that lives inside of you
And a part of me that won't let you hide
There's a part of me that always sees you through
And a part of me with arms open wide...
There's a part of me that lived the pain you feel 
A a part of me that died for you
There's a part of me with power that's real
And a part of me that makes that 'old life' new...

Nothing but My Blood can rescue you
So call on My Name...I know what you're going through

'Cause I was lied to...Spit on...
Pushed down...Hit on...
I was Cussed at...Cheated...
Used and Mistreated...
I've been through everything you can't imagine...
But I wouldn't let go...
Because I loved you...
I wouldn't let go...

~by deborah burch©

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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The News: Lack of Love

The News: Lack of Love

We couldn’t read the news, nor decode a word
Nor the cries and prayers among the relics of hearts
I didn’t understand why freedom couldn’t taste Albanian
I couldn’t believe that we started hurting animals

And I committed suicide because I believed, wanted to breath
Me, or…repeatedly my shadow, or someone else
Those, I gave a hand and received poison and bullets; rusty words and iron
We were killing; bloody hands remained above the hell of love

Letters and verses torture unstoppable dormant conscience
The kind of people who soaked homeland, faith and soul of forefathers
Bloody infant of tears that don’t dry squirms yet today
And we remain orphans of love on the roads of the world

I don’t want to believe in animalistic nation that suffers from misdemeanor offenses
And, I don’t know why I hang myself through the pathetic hope of remake
What kind of damnation sucks the tired pieces of motherland cells?!
On behalf of who would be said my self-hanging, if there still exists tomorrow!

Pause of self-hanging through the national romanticism is like a homeland without love
Man, only fragile fiction of broken dream as ancient mosaic,
Oh, I need a pause to inhale tobacco smoke,
To not believe that we are hurting animals, oh my Lord...!

Copyright © bekim tocani | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |

Humanity Lost

Wings spread out, the sun in its face, a scavenger set out hunting, Looking for anything it could find to satisfy its hunger; Down below a little boy lay, barely alive, hardly breathing, His battered face turned towards the lifeless body of his father. The ground around him once dusty and dry, Now wet with the blood of this innocent child… Death hovered over him, lingering, waiting, watching; Time slowed down, the child blinked – and then never opened his eyes. A hundred flies quenched their thirst, the blood now pooled beside them. The vulture circled overhead, now joined by his friends, The table was set, their lunch was served, For the little boy and his father it was a gruesome end! Victims of a war, not that among nations… Rather a war of the human spirit, twisted by false ideals Humans killing humans in the name of religion; Blinded by hate, fuelled by intolerance, humanity’s dark side revealed. The vultures and flies enjoy their fill, While we whisper a prayer for those lost souls; What will it take to stop this madness? What will it take to heal this world? (A tribute to the lives lost in the recent religious conflicts)

Copyright © Samuel John | Year Posted 2014

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Ballad Of The Happy Valley Baptist Church

Accordin'  to my totally unbiased and very detailed research,
Jerimiah Flood pastored the Happy Valley Baptist Church.
From the pulpit he flailed his arms as if fightin' a hive of bees,
Elicitin' "Hallelujahs" and bringin' sinners fallin' to their knees!

His boomin' voice disturbed the peace of those who chose to sleep.
Interminable two-hour sermons were tolerated by his faithful flock of sheep.
He preached hellfire and damnation and the dire results of sin.
He was a'gin any form of gamblin' or dancin' and drinkin' moonshine gin!

An all-day meetin' with dinner on the grounds was an annual tradition,
A time to repent for sins of commission and omission in order to avoid perdition!
Dinner was held under the spreadin' sycamores if the weather allowed.
A half-hour blessin' by Jerimiah was normal as hungry stomachs growled!

Tables groaned 'neath heaps of fried chicken, baked beans and pertaters,
Green bean casseroles and garden fresh stuff includin' beefsteak termaters.
Most disturbin' and unknown to the reverend, there was a little tad of booze,
Snuck into the gatherin' and surreptitiously shared by old Deacon Hughes!

Pastor Flood served the faithful congregation for nigh on forty years,
Baptisin', marryin' and buryin' through many happy times and tears.
Oh, I failed to mention Sister Lois, ancient organist and director of the choir.
Her tea was spiked and she became so inebriated she was invited to retire!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Gifts

Underneath the tree so grand
Sit many boxes beautifully wrapped;
Packaged with discerning hands;
Gifts by God’s love enveloped.
Giving is the greatest blessing;
Far greater than to receive,
But at Christmas we enjoy both,
Except the very poor and grieved.

So let’s think about the needy,
This very special Christmas Day;
Give generously of food and gifts
To those in need and pray.
Pray for folk who are grieving,
When happiness should be their lot.
We often forget to pray for others;
Let your prayers not be forgot.

When the gifts have all been given
And the tree looks somewhat bare,
It’s time to enjoy the delicacies
That loving hands did prepare.
Whether it be roast turkey,Or a leg of lamb and gravy,
Let’s remember the hands of the Giver,
And the blessed Christmas story!

Let’s thank God for His Christmas gift;
The greatest gift of all time.
The gift of our shepherd and Savior,
Born so miraculously divine.
This is the real reason,
We celebrate at Christmas;
Give thanks for all our blessings
Of hope, peace, joy and happiness.

Maureen LeFanue

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2011

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To the Eternal Holy Spirit

O ETERNAL HOLY SPIRIT, Third Person of the Blessed Trinity! Spirit of Truth, Love and Holiness, proceeding from the Eternal Father and Eternal Son and equal to them in all things! I adore thee and love thee with all my heart. Teach me to know and to seek Eternal God, by whom and for whom I was created. Fill my heart with holy fear and love of Eternal God. Please grant me compassion and patience, and suffer me not to fall into sin.

Please give me an increase of Faith, Hope and Charity, and bring forth in my soul all the virtues proper to my state of life. Please give me the four Cardinal Virtues, Thy seven Gifts and thy twelve Fruits. Please make me a faithful follower of Jesus and an obedient child of the Church. Please give me the grace to keep the commandments and to receive the Sacraments worthily, Raise me to perfection in the state of life in which You have called me and lead me through a happy death, to everlasting life. Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Please Grant me also, O Eternal Holy Spirit, You who are the giver of all good gifts, the special favor for which I ask (name it), if it be for Your greater honor and glory and the good of my soul.

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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Most Richly Blessed

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for--
but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my
unspoken prayers were answered.
I am, among all men,
most richly blessed.

Copyright © Bryanna Williams | Year Posted 2012

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Why Dogs Have Wet Noses

This tale dates back to Noah
and his famous ark built of wood,
how he saved a pair of canines,
not behaving as they should.
The animals lined up two by two,
each pair logged in at the gate,
for God had said it was crucial,
every creature participate.

The mischevious dogs were oblivious,
that their turn for boarding was near,
Noah called to them impatiently.
“dogs come, check in over here”.					
They wanted to play, not listen
and when Noah lost sight of the two,
he put in an emergency call to God,
asking him what he should do.

He was told the flood was upon them,
through the downpour, before it got dark,
his eyes searched the water, he spotted 
dogs swimming frantically out to the ark.

He opened the hatch, there was barely room,
though he tugged to fit both of them in,
he had no heart to cast them aside,
and he knew it would be a sin.

Everything fit but their noses
so he drilled two holes in the wood,
forty days and nights their noses got soaked,
never got warm and dried like they should..

Thanks to a couple of water drenched pups
God taught a lesson they wouldn’t forget,
thereafter each dog he created was doomed
to live with a nose that was wet!


Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014

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The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

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The Lottery

I have won the lottery
Though the numbers are not drawn.
I'm promised that it's foolproof,
So my waiting won't be long.

I have my winning ticket
Mounted to the wall.
Each day I bow down to it
Praying for the draw.

These numbers are quite special.
A wise man told me so.
He said he got the numbers
From another long ago.

You've got your set of numbers,
But they are not like mine. 
I'd say that's rather foolish
Because my numbers are divine. 

There can only be one winner
And mine is guaranteed.
You'd better change your numbers,
So you can be as smart as me.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |


I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord 
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is  to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow 
He may still be sitting in the church he loved. 
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....

Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012

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My Daughter's Smile

My Daughter's Smile
By Linda Hays-Gibbs 

There is a light, a light so sweet, comes from a smile beaming out from deep-within a soul, of infinite warmth, a burning coal alight with dawn, a tune to the rhythm of God's song. 
My lovely daughter with warmth and laughter beamed with this magical ray both day and night it was fantastical, it was radical for all that met her were so glad they did for when graced with her smile you felt better for a long, long while. It made you kind, just to feel it's warmth, like you too could find her joy within. Her smile was a witness so infinite that we all wanted it.
But life brought disappointments to grace her door, as life is cruel as we all know but achievements too with higher aims of dedication but somehow crushed her radiation and brought her low for this light did go.
We all missed it's warmth, it infinite bliss like just missing a morning kiss. We asked her please, tell us what is wrong, tell us, if we can help bring back your song Bring back your eternal glow the one we yearn for, the bliss we know.
It made us all feel so wonderful just to be near you and we have no clue of what to do! Oh sweet darling nothing in life compared to it!  I know for I spent my life just to nurture it So if you aren't happy let's change your circumstance, Change your house, change your dance, change your job change your ways, we sob, but please oh please bring back that warmth, that fire from inside that made all  life worthwhile we confide
Since you were a very young child I've basked in the warmth of your smile!
God gave you that light and something has defiled Something had taken that pure purpose and love! Thrown water on your fire and oh my sweet we all see it, we all care I know God is with you I know you're still there but sweet girl you've lost your pearl of great price and this will not suffice 
Stand back a little and find the match nothing is worth the loss of your batch of magic Take heed oh please hear me We all got to have it! We all need to bask in the warmth of that beauty, that smile. For you brought God's love to our hearts with it's glow 
So we all want to help,  to know, to search high and low for your infinite sweetness again to beam across the room and bring a multitude of people to God with just your smile for that is what you could do my sweet sweet beautiful child! So Find your JOY, find your place but whatever you do find your face alight with your grin for only then will you win
This race of life is hard and mean it strips the heart like a machine We have to fight for somethings so pure that just one drop can heal and cure Your smile is like this It holds such bliss it's a lovely kiss Don't let it die don't let it leave it's much more important than you believe!
God wants us happy He wants us ecstatic He wants us all filled with your enigmatic magic but only you of all I knew had it since a child had it all the while until just recently & I tell you distinctly No home will help, no Bible verses kept, no good deeds they're all inept. I know it was while we slept a thief crept in and made the theft and we all have wept. 
Come my sweet, find your center Find your joy let it reenter You are so blessed to have that gift that with your smile our burdens lift. Bring back that glow from deep inside, a place so sweet we all confide, we need to see your smile of glee your smile of mystery, that love you gave to yourself and me and everyone that could see, that joy that flooded from your eyes when you lips upturned we all confide  our hearts sang your joyful tune
&we all realize our lives were much brighter with your smiles, your laughter So we beg, we plead how can we rebirth& nurture this seed, this priceless pearl and make you believe again in all goodness in all you see for your smile was coming from God's infinity Don't you know some things are key
Like that smile of essence of yours Bea!

Copyright © Linda Hays-Gibbs | Year Posted 2015

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Covenant House

Lord Eternal God,

All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Please provide children someone to love and be loved,
Please help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Please give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.

Please help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images in pedophiles
Children who are being rape and abuse
Please enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts

Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Please help the children's attitude towards people.
Please give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Please help them reach their teenage years in peace

Please give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Please help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.

Eternal Father, we ask this through Your Eternal Son, Father Christ
Who lives and reigns with You and the Eternal Holy Spirit, One Eternal God forever and ever.  09102012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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On Roman ruled British isle, to the deacon and his wife fair; 
On a beautiful morn, our Patrick was born, in a forth century lair 

Young and bright as a button; taken by knavish raiders - not fair
At tender age sixteen, long time not be seen, a dutiful slave to Eire

God spoke to devoted Patrick in a dream on this Emerald Isle
Boarded ship and set sail, in Britain to tell the tale; Gaul: priesthood and file
In 432, back to Eire to convert the pagans worshiping even a rock 
To explain the Holy Trinity, enlightening them till affinity, he used the shamrock

Pat inspired the Irish festival, history tells his colour was blue,
The wearing of the Green, even if one can't keen - Skyfest invites all parties true

Sung by a tone deaf (they all were) mistrel, tanked up on green beer

See the About section for details on which this poem was based. Thank you.

Oxford Dictionary of Literary Terms:
This metre (BALLAD METRE) may also be interpreted (and sometimes printed) as a couplet of seven-stress lines, as in Kipling's ‘Ballad of East and West’ (1889):

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013

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Good Ol'e Hard Garlic salimi and Dried prune Religion

"Dearly beloved, "We are gathered here today to witness,
The wickedness of these times."
"Blessed", fortunately, its ending soon."
To radio stations phone-it.
"Wait!, No!, Next month.
"Taking the kiddies fishing."
"Perhaps we should postpone it."
"Reminds me, of an ole story.
"My, dear neighbor, now long past away."
"Bought a two-thousand watt light bulb."
"Used it to clean the lint from his toe nail."
"Then handed it over to me."
"Which item?", he asks.
"The lint or the bulb?"
"That's for you to decide."
"For extra credit, predict when the bulb burns out."
How the truth sometimes hurts.
For he loves us, and we love Him.
Faithfully digesting a breakfast sermon
Hard garlic salami, and dried prunes.
Oh , dear Paul.
Why was Moses punished?
He loves us.
In spite of our gas masks.
Even blesses our vents.
Just look at me.
I,m sure we meet before.
I,m wearing the inspector Klusoe badge.
Hiding near the back row.
Wearing an "Eddie Haskell", smile.
No mask , though, I,m tough.
I sure would like to tattle, on that darn kid.
Carefully rolling his perfect round gum wad.
Leaving it at the front door.
Tattle on that old fogy.
Hiding a re-cycled stogy.
Near the front bush.
About anybody unannounced,
Can bounce-in, these days!
Hard-core corporate sinners.
Hard working, making this world better?
With what thanks?
To greet the other side in hell?
If we don,t get to them.
Perhaps us as well.
Without Grace.
Sure would like to tattle,
On those arriving at the last minute.
Budgeting time, to edit a grocery list.
Tattle?, to Who?
Tattle on ladies, so easily upset.
If the closing clock, past noon strikes.
They must sell powerfully minted cookies.
Serving such a needed feast.
Considering whats for  breakfast.
Dear Jesus, can you explain?
Why you cursed the fig branch?
So Our sports fans can understand?
Boy would I ever like to tattle,
On that little, freckled faced girl.
Sneaking in her kitten.
Us listening, to penetrating competitive "Meows."
"We are the cats meow."
"Not hippo-critters."
So please join Us.
123 altogether sing.
"We love Him."
"We love them."
They love Us."
"Love"," one-another."
Sounds absolutely crazy, doesn't it?

Copyright © Oliver Krier | Year Posted 2014

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No Cross to Bear

In Heaven there is no darkness
No shadows anywhere
No gloomy day or cloud of gray
No longing to be there

No thorn to prick your heart upon
No crown to bear your glory
No nail to hang your vengeance on
No cross to bear your story

No courts of fleeting justice
No plotting to indemnify
No tyranny or slavery
No obstacle to rectify

No silver pieces thrown about
No master to betray
No kiss of death upon a cheek
No noose to take away

No rabble in the streets
No spitting or demar
No climbing to Golgotha
No looming from afar

No weight of heavy burden
No knees for falling hard
No kicking from a Roman
No lashing from a guard

No hammer swing or piercing ring
No blood upon the ground
No cry of dreadful mourning
No mercy to be found

No God forsaken love is torn
No thrust of heaving spear
No drink of horrid mockery
No stream of falling tear

No fault to be forgiven for
No sins to wash away
No ignorance for what they do
No dying prayer to say

No robe to place a wager on
No bidding chance to win
No die is cast in ridicule
No cloth of shameful sin

No tomb to roll a stone away
No rising from the grave
No wound upon a sacred hand
No sinner for to save

No soul to rise or waiting throne
No flash of blinding light
No dove to guide the savior home
Unto the Father's right
Chords - 3/4 time
1 4 5 1 - twice per verse

http://mike-martin.net/No Cross to Bear

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |


Season  of  faith
Is  straight  ahead
The  golden  gate,
This  could  sound  strange
But  she’s  great,
Congratulate  every  day
Like  a  page  bearing  a 
New  name.
I  have  faith
This  all  I  can  say.
Writing  is  a  place
In  that  symbolic
Am  not  talking  a 
Scared  cave,
Preaching  sounds  like  
A  delicious  taste
To  major  righteous  race,
As  you  create,  to  
Portray  images  of  positive
Seconds  disappear  in
Her  regular  paste.
The  letters  on  a
Slate, nor
The  voice  of  a  saint
Is  all  I  illustrate  to
Remain  safe.
Any  lawful  state  carries
The  best  magistrate.
                                                                                                                         AKEWUSOLA  HABIB

Copyright © habib akewusola | Year Posted 2012

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A Poor Woman's Ballad

a poor woman's ballad, told in her p.o.v

I ain't got a dime in nobody's bank
...and I ain't got...just to be quite frank
I ain't got a paycheck from nobody's job
I aint got nothing...luckily, I don't go out and rob
I ain't got a car from nobody's lot
...and I ain't got...to be wasting in nobody's slot
I ain't got a house on nobody's land
I ain't got a pot to piss in, sometimes I pee in a can
I ain't got no jewelry from nobody's store
I ain't got it no more, cause they caught me at the door
I ain't got a stove to be cooking nobody's food
...and I ain't got a refridgerator to be keeping jack...cool
I ain't got the strength to be giving nobody a hand
...and I damn sholl' don't have a bed to be keeping nobody's man
I ain't got no butter to put with this toast and I ain't got no spread to put with this bread
...so therefore, I ain't got no food to be keeping nobody fed
I ain't got no cash to be letting nobody borrow a dub(20 dlrs)
...and I ain't got no money to be getting in nobody's club
I ain't got no fancy clothes, high-tech whatcha- ma- call-its or no shoes made by nobody...
but I do have a couple of things, thanks to somebody
you see...I ain't got no riches that could be considered wealth
but I went to the doctor yesterday, he told me I was in good health
I ain't got nothing really to be giving, but I woke up this morning...so therefore I am living
I ain't wearing no designer dress, but somehow, I ain't even stressed
I ain't got  no diamonds hanging down my chest
...but I'm good...cause somebody keep me alive...so therefore I am blessed

Copyright © Natalie Braddy | Year Posted 2012

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Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

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A Saga Awaits You

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...

Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...

But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...

Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...

You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...

The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...

And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...

Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us... 

For selfish deeds trap us, 
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...

And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...

Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!

My Gull Wheels On!

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2011

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God's Own Son

As Mary rocks her baby boy
She's filled with sadness, filled with joy.
She looks upon that tiny face
And sees hope in every race.

Her heart is filled with a mothers glow
And she never wants to let him go.
She'll see him run around and laugh and play
And longs to keep him safe each day.

His life won't be an easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

Mary sees the miracles he will perform,
The lepers healed and free from scorn.
The lame will walk, the blind will see.
She sees his love will set us free.

And she sees him on a cross.
She feels his pain and feels our loss.
She knows his life must come to this.
She sheds a tear and gives a kiss.

His life won't be and easy one,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

So as Christmastime draws near
And we are all so "busy" here,
With shopping, baking, trees of green
Let's ask, what does this really mean?

Let's take a moment from the fuss,
And think of all their gifts to us:
A mother's love, a baby boy,
Peace and comfort, love and joy.

For he was horn for everyone,
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

Copyright © Bryanna Williams | Year Posted 2012

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I'm Free

God, I've questioned you so often On this journey we've been through... You've proven to me ore and ore, To just put my trust in you. I hear your gentle whisper Telling me so many things, Oh the joy beyond belief Just knowing you does bring. You've told me that I'm free, From condemnation here, And that with you I walk in wisdom And can take it anywhere. To use all for your glory, That you have blessed me with, For it is not my own, You have let me borrow it. Would I love the souls, You have placed upon my way? Would I share your glory, Each and every day? Would I come to realize, How real to me you are? Not some silent spirit, Somewhere among the stars. You're right here in my heart, You're in my husband's eyes, You're everywhere I look, You choose not to disguise. Oh Lord, my soul is singing, Your peace and love it holds, I pray that everyone I meet Takes one look at me and knows; That mighty is my loving God, Who wants good things for me, And through His grace and Mercy, My soul He has set free!

Copyright © Pokey Lanford | Year Posted 2011

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Receiving The Lord And Sharing His Word 1

I lovingly proclaim I am a Christian,
This does not mean I am any more good,
Than anyone else who I may meet or greet,
Rather it means I know I've been fooled,

I've been fooled into thinking that I,
Had all the answers and knew the way,
When I had not a clue about the road,
And how I arrived there that day,

For the world came crushing down,
Leaving me with a soul full of hurt,
And just when I felt there was no hope,
I was given a precious copy of the word,

And in that prison I lingered so long,
That I read the Word and slowly grew,
I found great promises and stories told,
And slowly absorbed all that I could,

And through this personal trial,
I found myself convicted of the truth,
And as I continued to study the Word,
I felt the spirit overtake this fool,

I was blind but now could see,
The blessed gift I received,
Placed me at the feet of my master,
Knowing that the least of men was me,

I found just how very much I was loved,
By first believing and opening the door,
Opening with a heart fully convicted,
The Holy Spirit filled me to the core,

But my trials did not end there,
I had to learn to turn the other cheek,
I had to care for the hopeless,
And learn the lessons of the meek,

But from seasoning by fire,
Came a man humble who now knows,
That this true disciple inspired,
Would hold faith which always grows,

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2011

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I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..

I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..

I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..

They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..

We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..

By: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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The Joy of Christmas

The joy of Christmas
Is found in giving;
Spreading pleasure all around;
Enhancing loved ones’ living.
Giving to others who cannot return
Is the essence of Christmas;
Creating big smiles instead of a frown;
Bringing joy to circumstances grievous.

The joy of Christmas
Commenced with a babe;
Hidden in a manager
That God himself had made.
Humble beginnings
For our child Savior,
Who grew to become a man;
Secure His heavenly Father’s favour.

The Joy of Christmas
Is contagious with love;
Demonstrated to each other
Through our Lord above.
A time of jubilation—
To rejoice in God’s redemption.
This babe sleeping in a manger
Was eternity’s Christmas connection.

May the joy of Christmas
Fill your heart and soul complete.
Memories of an innocent child—
A birth never to repeat.
He grew to redeem a world so lost;
To show us love not fear.
That little babe born in Bethlehem
Brought Christmas peace, joy and good cheer!

By Maureen LeFanue

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2011

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The Spirit of Christmas

The spirit of Christmas
Comes and goes each year.
The decorations and music
Delight the eyes and delicate ears.
Unselfish giving with great joy
Shows we have the Christmas cheer.
Mother’s bake up a treat—
Their loved ones to endear.

“Peace upon earth and goodwill to men”
Is on the lips of all we meet;
Both where the snow is falling
And in the busy stores where gifts entreat.
The spirit of Christmas cannot be found
In pretty lights or tinsel on a tree,
But in the joy of a humble manger,
Where our Lord was born a baby.

The spirit of Christmas
Began with the three wise men from the East,
Bearing costly gifts for a king—
There was no banquet or feast.
They worshipped the new born baby;
The Star of Bethlehem showed them the way;
Few understood its silent night words;
The Christ-child’s birth to display.

The spirit of Christmas is in generous giving,
Just as God gave us His only son;
A sacrificial gift from the heart
For a world requiring pardon.
Let’s celebrate this Christmas season
With God’s love, joy and peace;
By remembering the needy;
The true spirit of Christmas release!

Maureen LeFanue

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2011

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The Artist and The Poet

There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
 Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
 This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/
 I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/ 
I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/
 Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/ 
Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/ 
I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/
 But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/ 
My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/ 
Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/ 
Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/ 
Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/ 
A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/
 I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/ 
Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/
 There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/ 
I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/ 
All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/ 
F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/
 Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/ 
I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/ 
Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/
 I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/ 
A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/
 I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/ 
My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/ 
I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/
 My freedom day is near I will not blow it/ 
This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012