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Details | Iambic Pentameter |


I traveled the world
And though it is vast
I still need a truth
That would always last

Studied some books
And know my mind too
The whole time God knows
Only love will do

Studied Religion and 
Forever I found
Even God loves Love
On this I expound

My Mom in my life
Always there for me
Taught me that true love
Would there always be

Love doesn't judge man
And I'm very free
From color or type
Of good company

True love doesn't die
"Oh Love, you'll abound,"
Despite all the bad
You'll stand your ground

Love's the Law for me
We are always free
Love keeps me alive
This is Love's decree.

Copyright © Catherine Mary Airan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

A Name says it All

some nmes like Hitler
Charles Manson are terror
Jesus Christ is not

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Our Invincible Defeat

The inner and the outer,
Are dissolving fast in space.
The ominous clouds of thunder,
Are covering your face.

The meek the mild and innocent,
Are trampled under feet,
As we go one marching blindly,
To our invincible defeat.

No more calling softly,
No more calling you,
We've lost our hope and loving,
What once we thought was true.

And now the choice is coming,
Riding on a wave,
To be a free man dying,
Or be a mad man's slave.

And now the drums are drumming,
Drumming down the line,
Will you be marching forwards?
Will you be deaf and blind?

Will the light of sacred meaning?
Shine from bottom of your heart?
As the soldiers go on marching,
Tearing our humanity apart.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Visit to Auschwitz

    Visit To Auschwitz
I wish to hear the names long laid to rest
forgotten in their time, an empty prayer,
who wanted nothing more, through life's long quest
than just to know some good's alive somewhere;

their black and white of days, we'll never know,
wreak havok to the minds who hold back tears,
and though I hold them back, they have to flow
so they are not forgotten through the years.

I'd sing the children songs, if I could sing,
of life and love and better ways to be,
and if I thought my song would ever bring
one ray of hope, I'd sing til death of me!

But wordless are the songs, now echoing
from times when death was all a prayer could bring.
© Ron Wilson Arbuthnot
aka Vee bBdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Come To Their Rescue

Still streaking down their lonely cheeks,
so many tears are shed.
With cries throughout the longest nights,
those nightmares are widespread.

I've maybe heard them once or twice,
but please bear this in mind -
there's so much shopping I must do
and outfits I must find.
The birthday parties I attend,
the weddings, funerals too -
and holidays are coming soon.
Oh, what am I to do?

Or maybe I am all wrapped up
inside my fav'rite teams -
the one that's in the playoffs now
fulfilling this fan's dreams.
For those who live outside my world,
how can I really care?
What can I do while I am here -
and they are over there?

To rescue someone?  Tell me how.
They don't live next to me.
How can I hear their cries for help
when they, I cannot see?
Once unaware of torture, my
snug ignorance was bliss.
But why should I now waste any time
here telling you all this?

The raping, loss of self-respect
and murdering of girls,
can't push important things aside
like shopping now for pearls.
Do I hurt anybody?  No!
It's Jesus I exalt.
So do not tug at my heart strings.
Their pain is not my fault!

And don't think I'm not thankful here
in warm and toasty bed -
between my clean, soft cotton sheets
as pillow hugs my head.
 But muffled screams - I hear them now.
They, in my mem-ries, stay.
They linger through the cold, dark nights
and pester me all day.

Oh, who can hear those victims scream
through distant, starry nights?
And who can hear survivors cries
from cruel and futile fights?
Though innocent, survivors moved.
They had no other choice.
They lost their homes and furniture
and with it all, their voice.

I cannot see those makeshift tents
or taste what they call food.
I cannot stop those terrorists
or change my attitude.
I'm done with sports and shopping now
and buying myself stuff.
Their screams have fin'lly reach my ears.
I've failed them long enough.

I do not buy new outfits now.
And football's not my game.
I'm focused on the "least of these".
My life is not the same.
I once thought it important here.
I now no longer do.
I'll start by giving all I can
to come to their rescue.

It's serious, the plight they're in.
Please understand their worth.
As sin runs rampant over weak
around this evil earth.
Our Congressmen must focus too
while evil men connive.
Please vote to stop the terrorists
to save those still alive.

Still streaking down their lonely cheeks,
so many tears are shed.
With cries throughout the longest nights,
those nightmares are widespread.

©2016 lg ganderpoems.org

Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |



The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon

for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...

'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'

'...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'

is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout

from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'

from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek

while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers

which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak

and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
and offend

friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike


take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell

on a crude wooden spike.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

CONTEST POEM: 1984 or 2017

1984 or 2017 (For Contest)

I ran as far away as I could
It predicted we'd fail, that all would ...
We humans revolt against "ought" and "should."

Orwell knew better - O well, you say!
In 1948, as one War seemed to give way
To a quieter, colder one, he penned away

We are all equal, but some are more equal
Between "Revelation" and "1984" one is a sequel
The last hope, the "last trump" renders us unequal

To the chosen, Napoleon and beasts like him,
(all rather uncouth but dressed to impress and kill)
Yet patience is preached; leaders are ordained by Him

Saddam Hussein had a name with "dam" in it
The anti-Christ may be smoother, imitating the Holy Spirit;
Lighter is not always whiter, or righter - I mean "right"?

Before Napoleon, the Books of Romans and Corinthians stated
We all fall short of the mark, God's standard (always hated!)
Not in love, in democracy or "progress" as we get highly educated

I, too, may be a recovering chauvinistic pig
My prayer is that my current Christian wig
Is of the New Man, kosher, sans hate, with Shalom, sans intrigue

Faithful with God's Spirit, loyal to His Son
From heaven all humans look alike, in hate and unforgiveness - one -
The last trump may usher in True Government, God's Kingdom!

(c) Anil Deo, 20170325

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


Going commando
In the dead of night 
Going commando 
As the land is in strife 
Going commando 
I can't help but dislike 
Going commando 
You don't know what it's like 

Don't salute the man with the swastika 
Though I know his reasons are noble 
In the surface of the water 
He seems concerned 
Though underneath the ocean 
There's a pack of sharks 

You wait while you sniff out a resistor 
Someone who speaks 
Against your Marxist philosophy 
You wait while you bite out a resistor 
Someone who speaks 
Against your Socialist propaganda 

Circling us and berating us around like hyenas 
Cackle at us in dismay while you thrust 
Bayonets and rifles together in the mesh 
Dig ourselves graves while we stand behind—

Child and mother and father and brother 
Sister and aunt and uncle and friend
Anyone with a golden star of David 
Will not be spared from the massacre
A necessary one for the Aryan people
Wheat-gold hair and ocean eyes 
It's what appeals to all with German blood 

Falsehood and lies and half-truths 
All mushed together in one giant pile of flesh 
Rotten and gored and etched inside the mind 
Won't take long till the spirit starts to die
Bored and deterred while fettered in the mind
It might take long till the spirit starts to die

We will not shoot our brothers in the trenches 
And no resignation letter from our faith 
Will convince us to change our minds 
With the few that have actually signed 
It's proof that good times may die 
With the few that have actually signed 
It's proof that high hopes may die 

Our faith is strong and no way are we wrong 
As we move along in droves in the sun 
Afraid to blink as our tears are linked 
And inscribed in ink as we dry our eyes 
And see inside the man renewed this time 
Won't let you die and won't let you cry 
Renewed every day in spirit this time 
We will not cry and we will not die 

In vain we carry bricks and stones
While we build barracks in the snow 
And as we stand on our toes 
And pray for God’s hold 
We no longer wonder why 
We suffer in the cold 

Marching to the sound of boots upon soil
Hearing the loud cracks of leathered whips 
And as we shift through the crowd 
Search and wish so loud 
No wonder we survive 
As we feed in kind 
Brother and sister you all are 
We will not let you cry 
And we will not let you die 

Hold on to the psalms we sing 
Hold on to hymns we shout aloud 
They may roll a steamroller over us all
Though it still won't quiet us 
As we rise above the crowd 

He said this brood shall be exterminated 
He failed to see that love conquers all
Sharing bread and blankets together 
Laughing along as tears stream over 
As we see our freedom 
Opened up through iron gates 


All our beloved spiritual family 
Have gone through the horrors of lost humanity 
Genocide took the lives of some 
While it also chased along the lives of others 
We won't forget their loyalty to Jah 
In honor and faith and hope and love 
You will all be remembered 
And will no longer lay in dying embers 
As the pupil of Jehovah's eye is touched 
So am I touched by the suffering you endured 
As the scourge may carry on 
You won't suffer for long 
As the resurrection comes soon 
I will see you again 
Yes my dear brothers and sisters 
I will see you again 

I will see you again in a brand new world

Copyright © Isabel San Martin | Year Posted 2017