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Details | Lyric |
Little lights begin to shine
Tiny heartbeats in the dark
With a glowing hope inside
To shine brighter than the stars

But their possibilities.....
Suddenly come to an end
Echoing in their silent screams
All they could have been

I see a doctor, I see a preacher
A loving nurse...A home school teacher
A little boy rounding third base
That home run smile all over his face
They would change the world we're living in
If only they could be.....
All they could have been

We explain it all away
A thousand reasons for their fall
But they can never be replaced.....
Listen close....and hear the call

'To welcome all the angels
Heaven chose to send....
Let all God's children be
All they could have been

I see a priest...a president
The hands of an artist...a pilot's accent
Mom's joyful tears--graduation day
As her baby girl walks 'cross the stage
Yes, they would change the world we're living in....
If only they could be.....
All they could have been

Just a chance to be....
All they could have been

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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
"It was a mistake", she said. 
A tiny life swiped in seconds as 
gods creation is rendered a 
mere cluster of cells. 
Returned back to heaven 
hoping the return policy 
wouldn't deny. 
It was a mistake; a stifled cry

A lifetime of progress, 
innovation, and memories down 
the drain.
The notorious "what if" 
squashed with plan b; no hopes 
of a future. 
A stifled cry 

She could have cured cancer or 
delivered world peace. 
She could've fed the hungry 
and housed the poor. 
She could've been a Honors 
Harvard medical school 
graduate and your pride and 
None are the magical christmas 
mornings, first days of school, 
or birthdays. 
Terminated are the memorable 
first steps and momentous  
coos calling for "mamma". 
No more possibilities. Now a 
stifled cry. 

"It was a mistake", she said. 
A moment of carelessness and 
selfishness translates into a life 
Sent back into the arms of god. 
An easy way out. A stifled cry.

Copyright © Lexi Break | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
Endless throngs flocking unto, the theatres.... 
As spending hundreds in millions of dollars upon these 
Fantastical fairy tales ? Creation's tis all well although for truly 
A bit aside her escapism, surely does one's heart as spirit this turn
In good although, I have a much more brilliant Truth; far beyound ~
The crystal balls witches warlocks magic wands barbie dolls glittering dust
Intergalactic warfare something and or another makes myself, Smile.. 
When I consider their jovial journey which encompasses this innocence ?
Be it simple folly these children playing amid, life's meadows chasing time's 
Sunset as colourful clouds gather about her skies chimes of church bells resound.

Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
When I Close My Eyes Baby

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

I've lost my heart without you,
and my ragged soul begins to show
I've lost my heart without you,
and baby your loss takes a heavy toll.

In night dreams baby, you are alive
your sweet touch drives me insane
In night dreams baby, you are alive
in those moments baby, I feel no pain!

I've lost my heart without you,
and my ragged soul begins to show
I've lost my heart without you,
and baby your loss takes a heavy toll.

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

R. J. Lindley,
March 23rd, 1979

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New Note- 
In my life baby, you returned to hold onto me
In my life baby, you returned that I might see
In this life baby, I need not any more
In this life baby, we stand on paradise shores....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ballad |
As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".

Copyright © Meghan Palmer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
In Africa you were born 
In deep serenity
To the sounds of mighty drums 
And rhythm’s authenticity.

Stole you from your righteous land
Cut it up like a birthday cake
Gave it back to Anglo hands
But your birth was no mistake.

Hot sun baked your deep skin
In their souls your people knew
Down in the delta the cotton moved
By the Negro spiritual, you grew.

The teachings of gospel embraced you 
When Abe’s 13th had you lost
When the choir called you responded 
Learned you could share your talent, but at a cost

A burnt cork mask for the audience
Buffoonery and minstrelsy, Jim Crow and Daddy Rice
Exploitation in a racist Nation
Theatrical vice.

You got the blues
Had a melancholy mood
Broke down walls with the drowsy tunes
That free and rootless attitude

On the shoulder of Scott Joplin
Mesmerized with how his fingers played
Ragtime floats on running notes
In New Orleans your future lay.

The melting pot, jazz hotspot 
Black people, white people, blue, and green
Creole heritage swirling all it meets 
Street smart, fine art, everything in between.

Jazz is about freedom
You have to improvise
The band prides the electric ride
Sharing music with each other’s eyes

A jazz baby was born in the USA
Dare I say the American way
Day by Day by Day
A growing Jazz Baby played.

Copyright © Jada Myricks | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
For nine months I carried you beneath my heart
Felt you growing and moveing, feeling such Joy
Eagerly awiating your arrival, knowing you will soon
The day  you were born was  filled with happiness
As I held you in wonder, my little miracle, my little babe
Counting toes and fingers, seeing your little face
Love just bursting from my heart as I just gazed
I watched you grow in time, first smile, first tooth
Crawling, walking then running, always curious
Holding your hand walikng you to school on the first day
Taught you to ride a bike, picked you up when you fell
Kissing the hurt away, just to see you smile that pretty smile
Seeing you grow and mature, into a young adult 
Starting high school, learning to drive, dating
Now here it is juinor year, one more year and your gone 
To test your wings, to fly away and learn even more new things
I hope my love is enough to guide you on your way
To give you that sense you can do anything you set out to do
Always remember that I love you and you are my little one

May 5th Written for my beautiful daughter

Copyright © Teresa Lindsay | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Sisters are meant forever, so they say only, I have a little sister god sent my way she is my friend through all life's troubles and my guide through the rough and shallow wails I didn't choose to love her this much but I did so, with God's almighty touch I have an older sister, God had previously sent but we never became the friends that we were meant so birth alone, does not bond siblings but the truth here is ever so clear I grew to love my baby sister dear many of brothers too fill up my heart but, still it's only young Tammy I can not be apart no one else has such control over my heart
22nd of September 2016

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2016

Details | Heroic Couplets |
The golden eagle flies through the clouds so swift and easy,
And a tree with nest is her stay for years of three;
One or two fledgling young espouse colour as marking,
Hear her calling them, just them, when elegantly swooping.


Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Welcoming Our Little Ty

We welcome in a baby boy named Ty
blessed we are, asking not why
Life precious and so very sweet
another grandson I'll soon greet

Life sends blessings as it flows
we thank God and it surely shows
A future with this child's joys
daughter now has two beautiful boys

Old age brings in surprising gifts
this blessing stands and uplifts
More time I now desperately seek
with these children so mild and meek

Praying for a life much, much longer
to see my family grow so much stronger!

Robert J. Lindley, 01-08-2015

Dedicated to my new grandson ,Ty Brooks Atkinson
may God bless he and all his family.. 
Ty was born Jan. 7th 2015 at 9 pounds 2 ounces at 23 inches and with a full head of long blonde hair. 
All are doing fine . Scheduled to leave hospital tomorrow afternoon. 
We are so blessed to have this new addition to our family!
God blesses ......

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
Slowly ascending the steps towards, once upon a times 
Familiar front doors; which seem as although, but yesterday 
When her newness held such vibrancy; colours be their laughter  
Love, filling these hallways ? Leading into her many different rooms...
Some were hidden it seems; passages perhaps a vacancy sign, now posted 
Unto a curtainless window, within my heart ? Spring left melting his last 
Winter's remnants this snow, from amid it's blizzard; winds whispering about 
Silent trees flowers, bending of such their wake ? A single solitary rose; sitting atop 
An empty table; past her tomorrow's glass; aside love's note their beckoning, kiss..
Crowned time's street; leaving his bottle in champagne at that, the threshold ? 
Wrapped and this a red bow; while turning to make one's way; beyond her rainbows.

Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |
The Warmth Of

Cooking, freezing,
and raspberry jam
Beef stew, salmon
pie, and egg rolls
out of ham

Quick party foods
and a hunters
Castle cake, feather
bed, and little
trees for Christmas

Cakes of Dolphin,
Smurf, and Muno
Butterfly, Barbie
Doll with thousands
of views

Baby items, aprons,
and dresses to sew
You can make your
own maple syrup, you

Wreaths, snowmen,
and Christmas logs
are a craft
Helping toddlers
make bird food is
always a laugh

Peanut butter,
sugar, and chocolate
chip cookies
Banana oatmeal, no
bake, and
centerpiece of

Deer meat lasagna
and savory stuffed
Leftover turkey meal
with stuff off your

Pumpkin carving,
candy apples, and
nature hunt fun
Accessories for
creative cakes and
rolls of cinnamon

Game night
quesadillas and
wraps too
More is in store and
waiting for you

By: Doris Anne

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
We Once Danced Into The Midnight Rain

We once danced into the midnight rain
while our love was growing deep and firm
All was exciting nothing was ever plain
"love you baby",  was our endearing term

We saw life mellow within our world
as sweet days and nights floated away
Into a loving lake we were thus hurled
making our love in that secluded bay

Yes there, time stood ever so still
testament to our love's greatest powers
Racing up to top every beautiful hill
never a care for the many wasted hours

That summer, cool and so very gay
resting beneath our favorite oak tree
Never a thought of ever having to pay
for nothing, nothing in life is free

Wet hair, shining in that glowing light
so refreshed after our picnic foray
Longing for the romance of coming night
you and I, we both always getting our way

We once danced into the midnight rain
while our love was growing deep and firm
All was exciting nothing was ever plain
"love you baby",  was our endearing term

Robert J. Lindley, 02-26-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
His mother left him as an infant
Only one place that he could go
Into the arms of proxy keepers
From foster home to foster home

He always got along with others
It always felt like family
But just as soon as he found brothers
A car pulled in and they would leave
He had one memory with his mother
Rocked back and forth in track marked arms 
She said your better off without me
I'll pray you never come to harm

Time went by fast, the seasons past him
Inside the carousel of care
And when he turned eighteen they gave him
A welfare check and one way fare 

He found a job as a custodian
Inside a local boxing gym
But soon his cleaning days were over
When their best coach set eyes on him

He had a spark somewhere inside him
That made him stronger then the next
Became an outright scrap machine
And his opponents were perplexed

The world didn't pay him any favours
But toe to toe he won respect
He started cashing in the thousands 
For every fight another cheque

He hired a lone investigator 
To find his mom someway somewhere
And when he learned where she was living
Got in his car and drove right there

He said it cannot be this dump
And put his car right back in drive
But just before he hit the pedal
He heard a woman scream inside

Ran like a demon, kicked the door down
Met by the voice of some big goon
Who said,
Whats wrong now?
You a customer?
Did one of my whores steal from you?

He gave the gold strewn pimp a warning
And said I'm going to count to ten
If you don't want to go to sleep
Give me my mother Evelyn

When she was safely in his Beamer
He took her to his downtown flat
He said I know your life is awful
My mission is to change all that

And when withdrawals came with cravings
She cried inside one of his hugs
She said, lord help me, I abandoned
This angel sent here from above

That angel left wrapped in a towel 
Placed with a note inside a crate
Had cried for her, not for his own self
The one that he had come to save


Copyright © Kyle kriticos | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |
Simple things like love arent easy to understand
My pen trembles, my thoughts scramble 
All my monsters are weak in her presence
Its sad how they no longer seem ugly
she says I do not write poetry for her no more
I found simple pleasure in her presence
Thieving a man from his madness
Like a candle forcing the darkness to speak
We still play but no longer keep score
She is my poetry but...

But she says I dont write poetry for her no more
I left that role to my daughter sitting in her womb
Her tiny fingers like thunderbolts and tornadoes
She catches placental waters like raindrops
And scribbles like her father
Silent as the night before a revolution
At a bonfire listening to insects recite their stories
About their evolution and our revolution
She says I dont write poetry for her no more
In a world full of fury, sin and silence
Choices choose us. We got nothing to lose except strangers
I live poetry through her beautiful life
The beautiful matrix of our creation embedded in her belly

She says I dont write poetry for her no more
I let my faber castell assault the paper
I write about non existent revolutions
Spread propaganda like a library of lovers
No full stop to my literary nonsense  
I m like tepid pause in a witch's cauldron
I m a poetry proctor peddling my stories to wishing wells
I m a failing bridge giving her away to the chasm below
In one life there is a trillion choices
But in two lives there is none
She says I dont write poetry for her no more

Her feet burden with the weight of my world
My secrets and sins between her toes
I rub them off whenever I get a chance
Her legs long and divine like the history of my lineage
They follow behind the absence of my steps
She says I never write poetry for her no more
In my head I found answers, tenfolds of answers
Answers too complex to pronounce
So I decided to scribble this love poem on her maternity dress
She says I dont write poetry for her no more


Copyright © Prince Katlholo | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Hello World

In here it is dark but warm
I hear a voice, it is near yet far
I may be small in form, 
But I am why they are.

Near her heart I lay,
I won’t be unknown to her for long
I am a work of art they say
I may yet be tiny, but my heart beats strong

I was knit in her womb by a great King
My tiny home has grown with me
By now I am known; joy, I bring
My ears hear of who I am to be

The light comes fast
I am scared now
Warmth comes to me at last
A soft touch I feel on my brow

Warm arms hug me close
I hear her voice
A touch on my nose, then my toes
I am His choice

Into her arm I am curled
She is warm and soft
I smile, hello world

Copyright © Abby Ratterman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |
In a loveless patch the seed was sown
A barren field of thorn
Then tears rained down from Heaven's face
Where heavy hearts have scorn

If harvest time is near for us
Why are we afraid?
Fruits of joy were ours to reap
Had not Genesis we betrayed

New life alone must struggle now
In Garden's tainted soil
Roots defiled in passion's play
Where lofty lusts have spoiled

Why have we in True Love's name
Made this new one's strife
That he must live to bear the Cross
To redeem our sacrifice?

Copyright 2016   Iger Rolyat   All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Iger Rolyat | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
This is the first time I ever opened my eyes
The floods flushed away all my cries.
Lying comfy in this warm bed chamber.
My life, so far, is tied to this loving member.
Sometimes I hear singing, other times laughing
When something pokes me, I come back kicking
Some may not like it, but I truly do
I feel secure and I get full attention too.
My belly stays full.  In my mind, not a care
Just snug up here, curled in this lair.
My arms are very weak, but getting stronger.
My legs are very short, but getting longer.
I am beginning to hear sounds, some I remember
One voice in particular I hear over and over.

 Dang... What is this?  I really can't decipher.
Something big is grabbing me, turned me in my chamber.
I'm too weak to fight and too weak to struggle
Point blank, I'm losing ground in this massive tussle.
I do not know what is really going on.
My feet is feeling cold and is straight gone
Out of my chamber.  Next was my body and arms
Leaving only my head.  Then it turned me around in harm
And without caution.  I'm in sheik and utter terror
As a humongous needle pierced the back of my member.
Hot pain hit me hard, Aah!  My neck!
My whole body shivered.  What the heck!
This needle jammed through my neck to my head.
Then the suction began.  I cried and bled.
Pain overwhelms me, making my gums rattle
Wanting to beg for life, all I could do was babble.
I'm shaking, this pain is unbearable
All I want to do is to just scream in terror
What did I do wrong?  Was I bad?  If so, I'm sorry.
After the quick procedure, I was dead.  End of story.
The doctor tossed my deceased body in a garbage can.
While my 17 year old mom was chewing gum and she laughed.
... I was her third

Copyright © Brian Apollo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
I didn't get to see your sweet face
I didn't get to feel your embrace
I didn't get to hear your cry
I didn't get to say goodbye

I didn't get to call you by name
I didn't get to rejoice when you came
I didn't get to show you beautiful things
I didn't get to hear you sing

I didn't get to show you new places
I didn't get to show you new faces
I didn't get to see your smile
I didn't get to have you stay a while

I am sad with all these things I didn't get to do. But I feel blessed with the one thing I did get to do, was love you.....
Goodbye my little one, just know that you are loved....and missed.

Copyright © Karah Jowders | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Screaming For The World
Making The Sounds Of Feelings
Legs Kick For The Floor
Hands Reach For The Ceiling

The Baby Is Crying 
Now The Baby Is Crawling
The Baby Stood Up 
Now The Baby Is Walking

Look The Baby Grew Up
And The Grown Still Cry
Screaming For The World
With Feelings In Their Eye

We Start Life On Our Back
We End Life Just The Same
From The Womb To The Tomb
Such A Beautiful Game

Love Is Baby Food 
For Cub Or Lion
When You Feel A Need Deep Inside
It's Just The Baby Crying!

Copyright © Cortez Maurell Lewis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
My Unsung Hero

O' so tiny, a son born at twenty-four ounces
 now laughter rings, as on my knee he bounces
Fought, such a fighter for sweet life was he
 precious fruit from our great Love Tree!

I held him as breast milk he was gravity fed
 still we remember all those tears we shed
Ninety days in the hospital he stayed to heal
 now watch him sing, laugh and loudly squeal!

Seven long years he has been healing now
 a miracle granted when we pray and bow
Relief as more weight is all he now needs
 thank God for his life , joy that it seeds!

Our son, a brave fighter that fought to make it!
A miracle gifted , a blessing , happily we take it!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-29-2014

Carol Eastman's, "Unsung Hero Contest"

Note: Based upon the premature birth of our son Justin at just 24 ounces
 and his 3 months in hospital , coming home at only three and a half pounds.
Two operations later and 4 years on an urinary reflux antibiotic he has now 
made it to seven years old!!!!
God heals and blesses.. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Alliteration |
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation 
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation 
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration 
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation 
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 erection 
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification 
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization 
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation 
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation 
4 keratinization 4 k-ration 
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation 
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation 
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion 
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation 
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation 
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question 
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction 
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation 
4 thermojunction 4 titillation 
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union 
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion 
4 weatherization 4 workstation 
4 zombification 4 zonation 

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Footle |



Copyright © H Cane | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
To die young, undeterred by humanity/ 
to sleep free, undefered by calamity/

To leave earth without hesitant pride/
No biases present to put aside/

A father watches as his infant sleeps/
he prays to god, ” leave him for us to keep”/

A pile stands four feet from the floor/
Dead children spread from door to door/

Preserved in glass, both untrue and tried/
Mummy infants of formaldehyde/

”your cries of this world have gone unheard, 
You'll be revived before my final words”

the child's heartbeat then slows to a Stop/
the family belief will not be dropped/

He picks up another large glass jar/
And runs his fingers over his neck's scar/

It won't be long now before the flood,
The spell runs on a father's blood/

But once too many leaves it's mark on the earth/
The cemetery where he'll sleep in dirt/

just once he wants to see what it's like/
To play god and bring a creature to life/

Preserved in glass, both untrue and tried/
Mummy infants of formaldehyde/

His wife's losing her mentality/
They're losing faith in their deity/

They turn their prayers to whoever is left,
Then hear a whisper from the devils breath/

” give me your children, I need all but one,
feed me their bodies and you'll have your son/”

He Presses down the blade and feels the swell/
his children will be risen, if not god then by Hell,

He draws the red lines with his hands, 
A resurrecting pentagram

The father looks to his wife's blurred eyes/
searching for answers but she only cries/

so now he'll take it upon himself,
to send his stillborn straight to hell/

Preserved in glass, both untrue and tried/
Mummyinfants of formaldehyde/

All but one, and the others bleed/
Just one son, that's all that I need/

He closes his eyes to walk this path,
He takes a step then hears the devil's laugh/

” you'll have your son, just in the likeness of me/
Perhaps an infant, but of demon breed,

You greedy fool, you have yourself to blame/
You've dammed these souls, and all in my name”

His son's skin boils a dark red/
Its teeth sink into its fathers head/

his last thoughts were of how he died/
His Mummy infants of formaldehyde/

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
Heart beats like a drum
Safe and warm, muffled sounds heard
I am in the womb

Sept 19, 2016

Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
The Protector
The beauty lies beneath the catastrophe, a casualty our life does not have to be 

Anger, fear and grudge, taking it out on innocent people, only God can judge 

As the smoke wans, as the dust settles, a blanket of hope lays solitaire 

beneath the ashes and rubble, there she lay wrapped tight as if she were in a


Unharmed and untouched, the blankets protected the young 

as if she were in the womb 

Copyright © Tanesha Wells | Year Posted 2015