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Details | Free verse |
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
 
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
 
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
 
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
 
“I understand.  I really do.
I admit it.  I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
 
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try.  You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there.  Your place is here”.
 
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must.  You must.  It’s do…or die”. 
 
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.

Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help 
And always stand right by”.
 
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
 
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
 
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped  Man’s eyes hadn’t lied. 
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
 
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt; 
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
 
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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 | ABC |
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | 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 | Verse |
I have the shape of the institution.
Each email address is a human.

They are known by their words and actions.
The whole wide world is just a fraction

of all I do not know. Expansion
and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation

on existence, non-existence, creation
and duration. I have no explanation

for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations
or artificial classification.

More I do not know: locomotion
by combustion, electron separation

and transportation via superconduction
which supports the idea of the unified nation.

What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation
a useful restraint on overpopulation.

The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion
must be rationed, conjured, a fiction

about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station
truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations

the temporary citizens enact visions
dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations

to in the end receive in annals honorable mention
from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
The Family Tree

The Family Tree has arm, that stretch out far and wide,
From each arm stems a legacy, which can never be denied,
Also affixed, are veined leaves, with DNA inside!

Tab labels index the status, of ones’ lineage, 
Relationships, births and deaths, all captured in the images,
With heredity from Mom and Dad, adding to the percentages!

The trunk supports the body, of the Family Tree,
Its’ strong base houses layers, each one with its own beauty,
A pillar of strength on display, a sight for all to see!
 
There’s knowledge, skills and wisdom, deep inside its roots,
Nourished by culture and history, of it ancestral fruits,
And at the top of the Family Tree, sits the Patriarch all astute!   

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/12/15

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

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 | Free verse |
I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
 I have kept him there safely, each and every day
 Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
 He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
 I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
 
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
 Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
 The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
 But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
 He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
 
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
 A mark of a book, a devils open handing
 A demon to help me through troubles and fears
 A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
 He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
 But I think my favorite time is where leers


Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
 UNSUPPORTED CODE 

Once God was in crafting mood,
He had to gift something precious to the world.
And the Imagination Bee had gone far to play.
The God was blank.

So he took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.

Then the God combined these qualities.
And there was nothing more to add.

He looked at it,
And knew His masterpiece was complete.

He called it ... Dad,
And sent it on Earth.

 UNSUPPORTED CODE

Copyright © Panchatapa Chatterjee | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
a seed i will plant
for the next generation
to extend the roots....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...

Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC |
The Warmth Of
Homemade

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

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

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

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

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
crispys

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

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
Beaulieu
At:
https://www.youtube.com/user/Dorisanne13


Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
RICH IS THE BLOOD!
A witch has capabilities to get me if I am curse. God knows she can scare a stone in his or her godly works. However, the road I travel leaves her flabbergasted. Her spells and portion becomes acid. The water from the rain shrinks her head into a grue fuse. The eyes in the back of her head become a muddle puddle. Culmination tarns, when another Great Lake forms. A warlock is her next-to-kin, or might he be her husband? On the lagoon, sits a village of huts. The anger of passion can make all combustible. Meres form in the fire trucks. The hoses swarm around as a flood. Insurance rebuilds the village of huts into a majestic megalopolis. Aplomb all are in their Heliopolis. In a paroxysm, drives the Papadopoulos family. Making a wrong turn ended them at their home in Megalopolis. Not a difference was seen and they never return to their origin. They are fifth generation now with family throughout the universe. Their blood has made real children for all. Revelation of the witchcraft has evolve. The witches and warlocks of Megalopolis control and solve all created worlds. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 20, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 


Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Grown with a poisoned mind
Dirty and loaded with rubbish
I am always prepared for a run
To disappear and to vanish
For those around who expect
Routines to adjust
Though paths are to clash

Despite blood that relates
And similar faces
Minds that are poisoned
Are loaded with rubbish
And are not to adjust

Copyright © Liva Evita Nagle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Young Jesi Naomi channeling Trish Roland 
incarnate professedly. Hour: you dead now?
Tuba bongo blues like a freight train serenade 
in the American night. You slammed life against 
the wall, slammed it. Drank it down 
with booze stained splinters and mop handle blues.
Guitar licks and microphone screams,
taste like swill and Lysol. If nausea 
Permeates your pours, belt it out
From the reaches of your bosom. You
Never played the possum.

I can’t wait for summer or autumn.

Winter though

Copyright © Stephen Barry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
As We Cry In The Darkness



We cry in the darkness, the echoes cast
a shadow on the things that never last
Tears eat into our souls, our hearts wept
dreams brought sadness even as we slept

The Hand of Fate, O' what great mystery
death and destruction mankind's history
Lost in blackness that covers man's all
our screams echo back on us as we fall

Light, if allowed will pierce this gloom
we should not race blindly to our doom
Purpose of life can be harness for good
yield not to the plea of, if only I could

Raise sails to set ship onto a new trail
a journey that races ever away from hell
Faith embraced sends wind that so bless
Demand true love, never settle for less!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2014

note: The blind see only darkness ahead.
Once eyes are opened we see light of truth
We find true love is purpose of life instead.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |
Be
A million men marched;
I merely asked for one, though.
God said of it, "Be."

Copyright © Mark Morris | Year Posted 2015

Details | Nazm |

Yeh ghar na chheeno, jahan bachpan guzra hai..
Yeh ghar na cheeeno, jahan bitaya ek arsa hai...

Yaha dekha humne har khushi har ghum hai
Phir bhi jaane lagta kyu abhi kuch kam hai..
Abhi ruk jao, kay kuch lamhe or bitane hain
Mere bhai behen bhi to laut kar yahin aane hain...

Is ghar ko maa baap ne sincha hai
Ek nanha bhai bhi to yahi mila hai
Is ghar ko na chheeno
Kay yahi ek ek sapna buna hai..

Yeh ghar abhi na chheeno
Kay bhai isko puchega
Naukri par hi to gaya hai
Laut kr kya woh sochega..        

Bachpan ki yaadein yahan basti hai
Meri maa inse hi to hasti hai
Baap mera ek ek lamha dhundega
Yeh ghar hai hamara, na koi kagaz ki kashti hai

Woh carrom ki mehfil, woh chhoti baato pr jhagadna
Phir woh badmashiya, phir woh abbu ka daantna
Bhai ki shirt me thande paer dalna
Phir uska woh khoob chillana...
Ek dusre ki bado se shikayat lagana
To kabhi jhoot bol kr ghalti chhupana
Yeh sab bohot tadpayega
abhi yeh ghar na chheeno
Kay ghar bohot yaad ayega...

Thhoda thehar jao, ek lamha or guzar jayega..
Hum khud chale jayege, jab dil zara sambhal jayega               
        
Hamara ghar abhi na chheeno
Kay ghar bohot yaad ayega..

--Saba I Khan

Copyright © saba khan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
When walking a path that you wish to take
A memory of love that never was a mistake
Holding hands with the most of caring person
Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson
Now you share and grow to care for another
And you have created a family with no other
It shows through generations that you have virtue 
Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true
The image of both of you comes to make a new
A new creation of a reflection of you

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
Beauty Beyond The Skin



Beauty in the ancient past must have been far more than skin deep and a sight for sore eyes

Every person, place, and thing in the entire universe was unmarred, unscarred, and undisturbed

Animals roamed freely, being at peace with each other; never having to kill or be killed for survival

Unlike our present world of savagery and misery; of insecurity and incivility, that we have come to know

Time heals all wounds they say; so let’s take hold of the hands of time while there is still time

Imagination of the portrait that God painted with His creative hands,  helps erase the ugliness

Families ever intact; fortunes not idolized; food enough for all; fleeting fame, never to be worshiped

Until we all learn to love for who we are, as simply God’s creative beings, we will never experience beauty

Love never fails; it will never hate; it does not boast itself; it builds up others, and wishes the best for them

12302015(PS Contest with the theme of  “Beautiful”)

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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 | Prose |
Listen to me and I will take you on a joinery with me
ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN UNDER HIS CARE
When I was seven I fell on a glass the cut was so bad the doctor told mom and dad
I would never use my left hand again 
My mom placed a rubber ball with a rubber band on it in my hand the day the stitches came out  she told me to squeeze and never let the ball fall
HE GAVE ME BACK THE USE OF MY LEFT HAND
When I had a wreck and I was two months pregnant he wrap his hand around me 
my truck flip three times and I black out I didn't have on a seat belt and everyone
knows who has ever been in a flip that the vacuum it creates as it happens well he gave me the strength to not only hang on I bent the steering wheel with my bare hands the man who tow our truck told my husband he didn't want to make me mad not after seeing what I did to the steering wheel I told him it wasn't me all I remember was crying out to god above please protect my baby and he did the rest when I woke up their was blood every where and I thank god I was alive and prayed if my baby was no long with me it was ok I was alive and I would understand that this wasn't in his plan but when I made there 
HE NOT ONLY SAVED MY BUT AND MY BABY
It took a year of hard work to walk again but me and my baby took our first
steps together now this is not the end of the story he is still with 
HE TOOK ME THRU MY BRAIN CANCER/SURGERY 
Now what a ride I found out at 42 that I had a tumor in my right front lobe
in the brain this is where all memory is stored from childhood and all you learn in school you get where I am going with this so I have got so of it back but not all
I watch while they did my brain surgery how do you ask
I WAS WITH HIM HE HAD HIS HAND ON MY SHOULDER AND I KNEW BEFORE THE DOCTOR TOLD ME HE DIDN'T GET IT ALL 
HE TOLD ME BELIEVE IN WHAT I SAY IT WILL BE OK
Now the research show 11.6 years with all that I did but I believe in what he told me it will be ok I am now in 8.6 years and I WILL BE THE RESEARCH

Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014

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There Is Another World


There is a panther in my back pocket that does hides
 sometimes leaping out to slash and take other's sides
When necessary I unleash it's great power and rage
 woe and tribulation then reigns supreme upon that stage

There is a tiger in my heart waiting to be set free
 turn it loose as my soul eats fruit from life's tree
As new love arrives I keep it held in very deep check
 nevering allowing it's power to cause another wreck

There is a kitten in my soul that yearns to truly love
 pure milk it drinks and sings like a beautiful dove
As it plays and gives back far more that ever it takes
 healing my worries , ever so deeply tragic heart aches

There is another world that gives those gifts to me
Coxing forth kindness and goodness from my life tree....
 
Robert J. Lindley, 06-20-2014

I've been  told that I am a walking talking contradiction. 
A man that swings from gentle to bad. Some of that is 
true but only because of the great many spiritual battles 
I have surely had.. Today, I've slain the Dragon, so mighty
 is it's roar in defeat.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
My journey
begins with abuse
from an angry seed
a heart starts beating
the rape victim
carries a child
my mother
embracing life
she taught me to love
not always easy
wanting to be loved
not just baggage
waiting for a smile
I love you for you
thankful for mom
she chose me 
believing in life
everyone 
deserves love 
everyone
deserves a chance
complicated

Edward J Ebbs- Feburary 19, 2017

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
“Proof of God’s Love” (The first Rosetta Stone)

The Rosetta Stone is slab of granite that man wrote one decree in three languages . When it was found it was so amazing and declared one of man’s greatest discoveries…it was the key to deciphering the a lost language of the Egyptians … it took highly trained scientist more than 20 some odd years to painstakingly recover what it said to their best of their knowledge. 

This how much God Loves us…a child born between two; first drawn together by the sight of one-another, then sadden when language cannot enhance and insure with words what their eyes, hands and blushing faces are saying, are God's Loving, Living, Rosetta Stone. 
God did not want language to be the reason why a person does not have true love…so that's why he gave our children the ability to take in any language spoken to them. They are able to translate and distinguish the difference with proper Grammar and pronunciation with no schooling or effort. 
The whole translation would be done and available in 5 to 6 years stress free out the mouth of their gift from God their child. 

That is proof of God’s Love…and understanding that is more amazing than a rock someone wrote on…not say it wasn't a cool find…but God is Cooler than anything Man will ever find, unless it is Him. 

Written By: Anthony "BamBam!!" Thomas



Author Notes
I'm trying to open eyes ... our lives and the lives of those that are not yet here are enslaved by the what we call life... blind to what realy matter


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Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2014