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Details | Quatrain |
We walked on the beach, just Daddy and me, And looked for shells in the sand. We found a starfish holding tight to a rock Then we walked down the beach holding hands. He showed me where clams had made holes in a stone; We watched how the waves filled a pool. Then he told me all about fish and such things And he joked, "Even they go to school." We ran from the waves and made castles of sand. And talked about Jesus awhile. I could tell how Dad loved him, Jesus I mean, From the tear in his eye, and his smile. We climbed to the top of a really high cliff To watch the sun hide in the sea. Then daddy told me, "Of all that God made, His greatest creation was me." All God’s Creations By: Dean Wood 7/24/2017 Quatrain 1st Place END JULY STANDARD CONTEST Sponsor: Brian Strand

Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017




Details | I do not know? |
The Dolphins in the sea dear Lord, they dance for You

They dance for You, I know they do....

Trees which sway in the breeze their rejoicing, as they bow

Calling Your name as they bow, to You dear Lord, I know they do ~

Birds that sing, Mountains and Oceans that gaze, Angels who bring

These Gifts of Your Light and Love, to this world, I know they do?!

Everywhere I turn I find You there, Your Beauty, filling the air....

In the night sky Your Stars that shine; Your Holy Spirit *

Within all of Humankind; their Hearts, their Eyes; Your Creations 

The valleys, the fields, the depths, the heights; Your Glory ~

Your Majesty; the darkness can no longer hide!?

Your Kingdom, dear Lord, soon like a rushing tide; washing away 

Forever the sorrow amid it all; this day, this poisoned dust....

O' death where is your sting? O' grave where is your victory?

Swallowed! As a shooting comet piercing this passing plight!

“Free at last, thank God Almighty, we're free at last.” ~

The Lions in their dens, the Babies in their cribs....

Every living thing and every Spirit reaching out; Shout

For the Lord His coming; His hands, His Love, His plans

Eternity, with the Majestic and Only, Glorious Great I Am * 

The Prince of Peace, the King of Kings, the Beginning, and the End....

Standing at heavens threshold; everywhere I turn, everyday, every

Breath I take, I find You there, dear Lord?!

In the flowers, in the forest, in the sky, in, their Beautiful Lives ~

Deep inside; Humankind, this rushing tide; “All of Creation” 

They dance for You, dear Lord, they dance for You, I know they do....

*****************************************************************

....“Selah” * ~ {Written 10/29/05} ~ * “Selah.”

Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013

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 | Pastoral |
Almighty and Merciful God, Father of all creation;

        Hear our Prayer

Mother Nature who is seated at your left hand has delivered her vengeance
upon your creation in the form of Massive Earthquakes in the last two months,
whereupon many thousands of your children have perished; Lord in your Mercy,

        Hear our Prayer

Countless hundreds of thousands have been left homeless, starving, bewildered,
many thousands of children have lost their parents, brothers and sisters left alone,
Lord in your Mercy;

        Hear our Prayer

Devastation of homes and property where insurance does not exist, where building
codes do not require standards to make buildings be built to withstand such power.
Where only ruin is left in the wake of Mother Natures wrath, Why has she done so?  
Lord in your Mercy;

       Hear our Prayer

Father we ask you to shine your light perpetual, your Merciful Grace, your undying Love
to guide those who are giving aid to give so freely, with love in their hearts, with
caring souls.
Lord in your Mercy;

        Hear our Prayer

We ask that you also grant those who receive aid also see your perpetual light and guidance
to accept the offered aid without malice, without greed, without violence but only with 
open arms, open hearts, open souls and Love in their hearts for the gift of your Love.
Lord in your Mercy;

       Hear our Prayer

And Father one last thing, Please grant us the dignity and grace to not turn away from 
those children who are so desperately in need, so that we may if only Pray for them that 
we do so with open and Loving hearts as you would have us do. Lord in your Mercy;

      Hear our Prayer


May the Almighty Father of all Creation Shine His Perpetual  light upon all of you !
In the name of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,

       Hear My Prayer

Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Who is my favorite artist?...
A question not often approached.
My favorite artist captures the whole picture.
He creates a picture with an image according to plans.

From a blank page, He begins...
He starts from scratch with an imagination.
In his thinking, it needs to be planned.
Getting the essential supplies at hand.

First the canvas...
Then the basic outline or drawing.
Colors that escalate off the canvas.
The plan is in motion for all to see.

Created with this in consideration...
He moves his hands over the canvas with ease.
With soft hues of color in the sky.
Divided between the sun by day and moon by night.

Everything begins to turn green with the grass...
Flowers take shape with a multitude of colors.
The waters are created, separated from the land.
He makes gentle strokes with his brush in his painting.

Small little animals of different kinds...
With fish of every kind in the sea.
Seasons are created by God's plan.
Giving us spring, summer, fall and winter.

His best creation of all in this picture is man...
The picture is missing something though,
What could it possibly be?
A mate for the man in her beauty, called woman.

The master artist stands back and gazes at His painting...
I believe it is made complete,
Just one last thing for it to be finished,
The signature on the canvas of, “My Favorite Artist.”

Can you guess who he might be?
No one other, than our Lord and Savior.
All things created in His image.
He is the God of all creation.

Signed, sealed and delivered...
For all mankind to see.
The artwork of the master painter finished on canvas,
By the unseen hand of our loving, Heavenly Father.

Written on March 31, 2014

Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | 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 |
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 | Lyric |
Screw my father
that I never knew.
If you take the blame
screw you, too.
Help my family
my Mom, Grandparents, and my Brother.
Let them live happily,
and get along with one another.
When I leave
I hope people will will remember me.
I will believe.
Screw everyone who disagrees.

Let God rise
and let him take his final prize.
Let him free this earth from crime and lies.
If someone dies
I just hope someone cries.

I hope we all grow old
not cold, 
survive
till we are ninety five.
If you're still alive
Will you remember me?
Will I be in you're memory?

Let the kids 
who used to beat me up
in the street
Kiss me 
from my head
to my feet.
When they die and go to hell,
and start to bleed.
Baptize me in their blood
cure other people with their love
this rhyme will start a flood.


Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

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 | Crown of Sonnets |
Earth,without form and
void
Now light was there-
darkness dispelled.
Then He called the light 
Day
and darkness Night
Good enough,now let 
there
be the firmament.
And the firmament, 
divided
the water,under and 
above
Surely,the firmament He 
called
heaven
Waters gathered to one 
place,
and dry land appeared
The dry land He called 
Earth
and the gathered water 
Seas
The earth brought out 
grass,herbs,
and fruit trees
Lights in the firmament 
of heaven
to divide the day from 
the night
the moon,the sun and 
stars
In the waters created 
moving creature
in heaven winged fowl 
that fly above
The earth brought out 
living creature
of all kinds
Man was created in HIS 
own image
and given dominion 
over all things
in the earth


chipepo lwele
PS;For evolution and 
atheism[in line with 
GENESIS CHAPTER 1]
     I strongly believe 
the ALMIGHTY LORD 
made the world and
     everything in it

Copyright © chipepo lwele | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
CREELS

My father spent hours
trimming the edges
of the newly cut sally rods,
to make creels fore taking the turf
over the soft soil of the bog,
so that the horse and cart
could bring it home
for the winter time.
I watch how he scalloped
the edges, tightly tied
and intricately weaved
the fresh wood.

He was always making tools,
repairing them.
Birsy with his hands,
he wasted no time,
toook no holidays,
or trips away, except once
a year, cycling to Mohill
for the Manachan Day Fair
with my mother.
When they got home,
the sun was a low ember,
the cows milked.

PUBLISHED in PERFUME OF THE SOIL, SWAN PRESS, DUBLIN l999

Copyright © Mary Guckian | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Feel the grass brush along
your hand. Taste the
refreshing water, you're
one thirsty man.

Smell
the sweet blossom
within the air, take a
moment to say a prayer.

Open up your eyes, love
and honour our heavenly
father. View his marvel of
life. Treasure how lucky we
are to be alive.

Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.

Copyright © Scott Bronner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Hopelessness was drifting in, 
That’s when new life begins. 
The life is from the One above! 
His Spirit is in the form of a dove. 
His grace will give you life anew, 
His love and mercy pulls you through. 
He will always be by your side, 
In your heart He will abide. 

-Inspired by Psalm 139

Copyright © Hanna Potter | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Creation

For the love of creating

Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009

Details | Narrative |
 What the Stars Told Abraham (How to see like God)

Beloved, we wish you are right in what you write -
We are sworn to the truth of a rather high standard
El-ohim, in Triunity, spoke: "Let there be light!"
El-Shaddai, the Mighty One, gave Father Abram his reward

And just as Jesus told Nicodemus: You must be born again -
Abram had to become Abraham, Father of multitudes, first!
And Sarai the strong became Sarah, "Princess," of His nation
But Hagar had been used to rush the impatience of the flesh

In Abraham’s 99th year, God unleashed never-failing faith -
When Abraham did look up and beyond the stars:
The light of His celestial throne chased away doubt and night,
Yes, LORD, you shared eschatology with this patriarch of ours

He saw Jesus, the Lamb, pure in power and love, on God’s right -
He saw resurrection, without fear for his own flesh, and Isaac’s!
He loved obedience from thenceforth, taking delight
In God’s Law, in His Statutes, in the WORD, eternal Christ 

When you look at the stars, beloved, on any night:
Think also of Father Abraham and the Covenant ...
It became real to him when he first loved the stars, the never-ending light -
In which there dwells no darkness or doubt, only perfect judgment

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
One
I am not me
You are not you
I am you
And You ate me.
We are the ONE.

Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
I slowly stroll across my City's streets and sidewalks,
to observe the lay of this land;
I with my Victorian garb; a daughter of a very doting Father, 
many speak of him as royalty.
I hear the joy of my people's hearts as they are at work, as they
are at play.
I know that this is the city in which they and I would like to stay.
For the name of my city is called Cloverway, with beautiful green
clover, which is the carpet which emerges from the emerald forests.
The houses are unique here, built with the tools of skill by those who
have perceptive eyes and extremely keen minds.  I myself live in 
my very nice country estate where my vineyards bring forth the richest 
of grapes.
I lovingly care for them and call them by name.  When these grapes are ripe
they are put into the wine press where they give me their very best.
Then after the rich blend is bottled they are placed into my quite sizable wine
cellar... placed upon the shelves, they await their time, for a very long time until
they sing to me that they are ready.
Divine patience has been sought before anyone partakes of these long awaited spirits.
It is never night here, no darkness in the constant light of my Father's face.
I know that he owns many mansions on more of his lands, galaxies both near and
far; for he is not limited by time, or distance.
For all things are now to Him and all things are near.
But I live here in this place, my own mansion if you will.

S.E. Clark

Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |


many years ago,
I set a seed, 
I never saw that seed,
the seed that I set,
produced in the dark,
deposited in the dark,
never to see daylight,
yet evolved and grew,
the miracle of life,
spiritual Life changer,
I am, what I am,
because I set that seed,
never regretted,
always felt privileged by
experiences encountered,
pain,sorrow, joy, elation,
delightful emotions,
all because I set that seed.

Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
                  YOU ARE MY STYLUS
              MY BLUEPRINT EMBEDDED
    WRITTEN IN THE SMALLEST PARTS OF ME
                    YOU DREW ME FORTH
                        AND MY DESIGN
     WAS TO CARRY OUT YOUR INSTRUCTIONS
      YOU TRACED OUT MY FRAMEWORK
                   FILLED IN MY OUTLINE
                  YOU DIVIDED MY FORM
            CONSTRUCTED MY MOLECULES
            AND EVERY CELL WITHIN THEM
INLAID WITH THE VAST ARRAY OF POSSIBILITIES
        YOUR GLORY THEREIN IS DECLARED

         THE VESTIBULE OF MY FABRICATION
            MY SHAPING AND TRANSLATION
           THE PERFORMANCE OF YOUR OWN
                            DIRECTION
            THE AUTHOR OF MY ORIGINS

             YOUR MEDIUM NURTURED ME
                  IN THE WOMB OF LIFE
               BROUGHT FORTH MY BEING
                     AND CLOTHED ME
                        MASTERFULLY
           WITH EVERY DESIRABLE ELEMENT
                      YOU COULD GIVE
             YOUR HANDIWORK AMONGST
            ALL THAT YOU HAVE CRAFTED
                YOU HAVE WRAPPED ME
           WITH YOUR OWN ELOQUENCE
          DRESSED ME WITH THE FABRIC
                  OF YOUR OWN MAKING
  THE SETTING OF YOUR OWN TREASURIES
                HAVE BECOME MY GEMS
       THEY ARE A PRAISE THAT EXALTS
      THE WORKS OF YOUR OWN HANDS
  YOUR BLESSINGS ARE WITHOUT NUMBER
AND YOUR RICHES ARE TO VAST TO COUNT
               FOR MY DESIRE IS SUBJECT
             TO ALL THAT YOU HAVE LAID
                            BEFORE ME
        YOUR OWN WORKMANSHIP HAS
                        ADORNED
          ALL THAT IS TO BE TREASURED
          YOUR OWN PENCIL HAS LEAD ME
               TO THE DRAWING OF LIFE
          THE PATTERN LAID OUT BY YOUR
                    ONLY BEGOTTEN SON
     AND WE ARE THE WORK OF HIS HANDS

                   Poetry of Providence
                 All rights reserved 2015

Ps 119:73  Ecc 11:5   Is 29:16   43.:1  44:24   Jer 1:5

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
Father song

Behold I have set my eyes upon you from eternities past to the dawn of time,
Set my eyes upon you with hope in mind
With glee and rapture, I beheld the beauty of your form,
A form that I fashioned with great expectation and delight,
I cradled you in my arms and watched you come alive,
With teardrops rain, in slow motion, in concert,
Like the first rays of sunshine over the horizon.
With it’s shimmering light reflected in billowing clouds of contrast,
A symphony of emotion drawn from the depths of My love,
We laughed and sang and ventured through wilderness together,
You were and always have been the focus of my gaze,
In spite of knowing you would turn from Me, in the twilight of our song,
Forgetting it was I that danced with you in delight at every new discovery,
I created you anyway, so you would live in a world enraptured by the absence of love, then you could truly choose Love in earnest,
My song has surrounded you always, calling you back to me,
And now you have, picked up the chorus
Join me now in ventures be,
The Fathers song sung over thee.

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism |
Velcro-

A Biological child,

Born to,

An Engineering father!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Greatness is quietly loud His voice causes the earth to tremble Calling new life from her birthing loins Gentle hands can hold a fragile flower His kiss nourishes a bud in the misty dawn Great is He who labors over the sparrow Warms our earthly hearts with his whisper Guards our slumbering souls as we sleep Colors this earthly canvas with a royal majesty Listen… shhhhh Music is in every sound the ears can hear Melodic rustling of trees waltzing in the breeze Everyday life erupts with notes born to partake in song Laughter causes feet to shuffle like a raspy voice Hands clap to a beat, fingers snap to a tune Lovers sway as leafy branches waving to the moon Connected by the harp strings of the heart’s desire Whistling winds carry the infinite sounds of joy A newborns smell invokes a love one cannot define As they grow, parents taste of His nurturing flow Our divine destiny of creation to produce a living being Magnificent is the trust placed within the human spirit We are so rich in what money can never buy God is so exquisite it brings me to my knees Every creation works together balancing the earth These things reveal the sanctity of our worth Father How Great Thou Art! Carole Cookie Arnold

Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2011

Details | Prose Poetry |
Another year has come and gone are you still
Are you still sinning that same old song. 
Stumbling through life wondering why? Maybe 
It's time to stop living a lie. Crying life is unfair
It will never Change maybe it's time to let Lord
Jesus take the reins.

While you are walking through life living the 
Way of the world, witch do have some stuff 
That will put a smile on your face and make
Your hair curl. Have your vision blurred, your
Speech slurred but when you are tired of the
Darkness look to the word.

That's if you are tired of walking around with
Your head to the ground at every turn life is
Giving you a good beat down. Now you are
Going through life acting like a jerk and that's
Because you are about to go berserk. It's time
To collect your thoughts and go to work.

I mean strive to make that Heavenly
Connection, then you will be guided in a totally
Different direction. Our Father in Heaven know
What's best for us, in Him you can put all your
Trust. So if The Good Lord you walk toward
You will not be disappointed and will receive

Your just reward. First here on Earth and at the
End you will ascend. Then receive a lovely gown
On your head a beautiful crown. No more of 
People trying to treat you anyhow

Where Are You Now.

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |

Intrigued by

Father is half, in the job of creation 
Creator knew the value, and nominated him
Tensions all were provided, in the head of father 
creator remains smiling, playing tune on flute

Enchanting love full notes, harmonizing all
Creator deputized the father
And rewarded him another, like full half mother
Both a pair in love, forgets, befooled by the creator
Father is half portion, mother is another

Spreading lives on earth, by two male and female
The Supreme father sleeps sound, in the bed of serpent
He is called lord, and great of all creation 
Very kind and efficient, he intrigued the men to work for him
He is supreme having, all share of nature
Father is half portion another is mother

Children many producing, he retains his job done
Earth like planets are told scattered everywhere
A salute to the creator, he is ultimate father
Worldly father is greatest producer on earth
How to forget mother she is the earth for father.

NOTE:-
( Lord Krishna remains smiling playing flute according the epic Bhagbat A great Hindu religion based book)
(Lord Bishnu remains sleeping in the bed of serpent in the ocean according to Ved a great original Hindu epic).

Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
God's kind of poetry, wow where can I begin.
God's kind of poetry, I only know it stays honest till the end.
I can't envision or even fathom explaining perfection through God's eyes but describing his brilliance brings me much pleasure and glory and for that I'll gladly compete for this prize.
If exposed to his complete creation, I imagine atheist would spend their entire lives looking for a single hint of a flaw.
I said their entire lives, cause it would pass them by in amazement of what they just saw.
God's meaningful messages can flow through you gracefully and with timely understanding.
God's important lessons can even bump into you if you was busy and not closely listening.
I imagine God's art is so complicated yet premeditated, it can't be traced or ever forged.
If with hate or even simple disbelief in your soul, reach out to Lucifer and become forever heavenly purged. 
God's kind of poetry, I'm so glad I began.
God's Kind of poetry, I pray through life's obstacles, it remains instilled in me till the end.

Contest Poem
Tony Dean Driskell   9/27/2014




Copyright © Tony Driskell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
innocently pure in life
the starting of creation
ties that bind forevermore

children from beginning to end; costly….

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
It all started with a rusty old fridge out the back
Full of JD, Jim beam and beer, it was packed
His mates would come over and stand in the yard
Filling the recycle bin, just wasn't hard
Until dad got the idea to get 44 gallon drums
For all the cans and bottles after a few rums
"We will take the cans and make a couple of bucks
At the scrap yard down the road that has all the trucks"
The weekends at our place were a lot of fun
When the drums were full, then the dollars begun
Every cent was saved in a jar next to his bed
It was for the bar dad had designed in his head
It only took a couple of months to buy all the wood
His mates all chipped in and did what they could
The next weekend they had a working bee to think
One of the guys even gave dad a second-hand sink
Before we knew it dad had finished his great bar
And all of his mates say "Its the best by far"
Dad still has all of the 44 gallon drums
And he still gets ideas after he's had a few rums
So Fridays all the JD, Jim beam and beer he stacks
And laughs when he looks at the rusty old fridge out the back

 

Copyright © mark robinson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
                                             Thank you
                                                 LORD
God is good
God is great
God will bless you
just have fait
God is king
God is power
thank you Lord your love
I vower
God is real
God is here
believe in him and never fear
God is awesome
Gods amazing
The name of Jesus is what we praising
God is hope
God is love
He's looking down from high above
Gods our Savior
Gods the world
He created us all boy and girl
God we thankful
God we see
With you is where we all should be
God is here 
God is there
He won't give up because he care
God knows
God shows
                                Thank you Lord 
                                    This poem 
                                        I close

Copyright © Richard Burton | Year Posted 2016