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
I fear Your coming, just as I fear Your going.
March 21, 2015
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
From The Time After God's Creation…
From the time after God’s beautiful creation…
Between man and God…
Sin has caused a separation!
When God looked down upon all of mankind.
Fellowship with man was what he had in mind!
We were all created to bring honor to his name.
But sin has brought much wickedness and shame!
Sin has created an enormous “moral cavity.”
Mankind has reached an “immoral depravity!”
Through God’s son, a way has been made.
His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid!
Though mankind sinned, God didn’t forget us!
Jesus is here right now! He never left us!
Through Christ’ blood, our lives can be cleansed!
A new life in Christ is where victory begins!
Won’t you come to the Lord who created you?
It is no secret how much he loves you!
Won’t you come? Why there’s still time?
God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind!
His grace and love can change you throughout!
Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook
God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.
Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.
Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.
Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
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
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
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
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
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
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
As the sea gives rise to the land
As the soil gives way to the roots
As the music gives way to the soul
And as the air gives way to the birds
This pen gives way to you
Copyright © ken carlson | Year Posted 2015
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
As I got out today to pray I knew not what to do or say although I found some room to play. I'm on a journey that has no end in sight which have limits that run deep with roots to produce a family, to be creative, and not be broken, butTo dance with you the people of the world, to be humbled and worry free and breath with you everything that's flying with emotions bringing fourth our freedom. For we are the people who create memories and to participate in everything there is to do here,and for everyone to see and know that it's here and now is where we are profound in solitude and to give give thanks that it's today that made us come this way. Creating everlasting memories of what's left to have and to hold from this day forward, that's to live, laugh, and love forevermore.
Copyright © Terry Johnson | Year Posted 2015
What Shall I Do? For the One Who Gave So Much?
What shall I do? For the one who gave so much?
God reached down, and blessed me, with his touch!
What shall I do? To my lord who bled and died?
It was for my life, that Jesus was crucified!
What shall I do? To the God who truly loves me?
He has made it know that he wants
to be with me!
What shall I do? For the many who’ve “lost their way?”
Please dear Jesus…
Give me the right words to say!
What shall I do? As my way of, expressing my gratitude?
May God help me to have
a Christ’ like attitude!
What will YOU do? In this time that God’s given to you?
He’s here right now! And is patiently waiting for you!
What will YOU do? Will you give God a chance ?
Won’t you accept his salvation?
Whatever the circumstance?
What Christ will do… Is to do, what he does best!
Simply give him your life! He’ll take care of the rest!
What Christ has done…. Is to give life everlasting!
Everything you need…
Is right here, for the asking!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Through this dangerous unknown, my body floats on
I am never alone in this chaos I have learned to ingest
You crush your art into my meteorite mortar
Meshing all the fragrances together in a sterile strength only you possess
You pour your crushed demeanor upon a misunderstood mind
Anonymous grievances that only translate into magnificence
You are the guardian of the galaxy
Guiding every wrong move into a reason to exist
Guiding even the lost into true meaning
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
Don't forget to cross the Ts
and dot your Is
because if you don't do that
they're just lines vertical on a page.
Lets us forget about the imperfect words
that make us cry
the vertical lines,
like jail bars hold us back.
Stand up and out and roar like a lion!
she is mine, I love her,
but I am quiet,
held back by the vertical lines
the black oily jail bars,
that keep my hear caged in
everytime I cry and people don't listen
the guard taps his nightstick upon
the vertical bars,
the imperfect feelings of pain and sadness
feeling like this it bores me
feeling like this makes me sick
and I feel myself wanting to vomit
and shake the nervous feeling
of falling into a dark hole,
so I sit behind these vertical lines,
like cocaine lines, ready to snort up your nose,
like cigarettes lined in a perfect and neat row,
like empty wine and beer bottles
littering around my feet.
The vertical lines take me away from reality,
close my already blinded eyes
with a black blindfold.
These jail bars cross my soul,
chain my the ankles and wrists,
and choking me, holding my head under water,
I can't breath!!! Help me!
These vertical bars hold me back in life,
hold my emotions from coming out,
to tell you how I feel for you!
I no more want vertical lines,
I want to be free.
Drive horizontal roads that wined and turn around beautiful mountains
too take a deep breathe and share the beauty
to watch the horizontal horizon.
Too sit on a beach shore and write till the sun goes down
and the mermaids sings cheerful tunes
that uplift my spirits and break the remaining vertical lines
that bind and hold my heart in place.
There is nothing beautiful in a straight line,
let alone a vertical one.
Horizontal, vertical all bad in their own ways,
always trapping us, like jail bars or barbwire that streches across the open lands.
Love has no lines,
so why should I have lines that bind me together
holding my head underwater,
till a spark lights a powder keg and blows me sky high
and I finally set myself free
and roam the horizon for ever.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
To be honest, there is not a lot I remember being an angel,
Though I can speak volumes about being a demon
The Devil does not allow us much of a past or a future.
It is all about the now.
Being around humans as much as I am,
I have been able to remember more than the average demon
Though there are other demons that spend a lot of time with humans,
They do not stick around one person long enough
To really gain anything significant for themselves
They will scare them; create delusion and dissention in their lives,
Perhaps even take their life if they gain enough power from fear and pain,
But they will never just listen to them…absorbingly observe them, as I do…
In fact, they take nothing they do seriously
A demon would never take the time to understand
Why the little girl enjoys dancing ballet with her friends,
Or why the painter or craftsman takes so much time on his intricate designs
Demons may find them humorous at times,
But they will never fully appreciate a human’s humor
Or their poetry of lament, of which from their heart pours forth their very purpose
The genius—the distinct style of their personalities, is nothing to the demon
We are just so caught up in ourselves
That even thinking of anything beyond our intentions is absurd
We are scared, is all that it really is
We are scared, and never satisfied….
Fear is strange to me now….
It does not affect me the way it used to
Now, it comes and goes
But when fear leaves, which is often,
I find I am that much closer to reaching my midpoint
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry
Copyright © lucious stewart | Year Posted 2013
Anyone deserves the time of day.
Wave your hand to say hello.
Ciao, you are close.
Tongue and teeth fall out.
Your best defensiveness is to know why.
An olive branch you offer.
No amends found move onward.
You are as funny as a fruitcake.
Patty cake bakes a man.
See him in stance and measure him.
Assure that you utilize constructive criticism.
On the other hand, maybe he is just humorous.
Laugh when the fun overwhelms you.
A few antidotes and now I close.
Penned on JUNE 07, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
I sit by my multi-dimensional window,
Seeing the beauty of God's nature,
I think that God's portrait is my favorite,
The beautiful white clouds shapely and divine,
Trees dancing in the wind,
The sidewalk seems to go on forever,
Pedestrians greeting and visiting,
Cars stand like pioneer stories,
We have elevated from coach to car,
God's blessing to humanity,
I sip my cup of coffee and savour,
A delicious experience to enjoy.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2013
Long before the white man came
to the Black Hills of South Dokota,
in a teepee made of buffalo skin
lived a young Sioux warrior called Akecheta;
he hunted with a hawk that spotted the slowest
horse, his friends admired him for his courage.
He rode through prairies for hours,
never taking taking a nap and rest
under the shade of a Prickly Pear Cactus!
He watched rainbows stretching
over a horizon dazzling with sun
and invoked the Great Spirit before
heading home through prairies;
he lived in the shadow of mountains
where Howthorne trees showed
their small red berries in the beezy
and pleasant days of early autumn!
He found a hawk who had injuried
wings and showed him his kindness;
hunter and predator became friends,
their boldness could scare a bear.
On his hunting days Akecheta carried
a red-tailed hawk on his shoulder
for guidance, hoping to find a fawn
to take home to feed his family!
Ackecheta hunted for rabbits and deer,
their meats were so tasty and tender;
there's was no scarcity of food:
either be buffalos, nuts or berries.
America was already blessed by God
before Europeans came to conquer;
was the God of the Sioux kinder than
that of the adventurous pioneers?
Ackecheta never saw a beautiful ocean
with shrieking seagulls flying overhead...
only mountains that he called canyons.
He loved the majestic Roughlock Falls,
but he cried when he saw the newcomers
cut down all the tallest Quaker aspens:
had he tried to stop them with angry
screams, he would have been killed!
Written on 6/12/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017
Can I create a man
To my liking
God fearing man
Lord I'm not you
Can I create a woman
To my liking
Not two faced
My personal diary
Like my sister
A royal wish
Copyright © Patrice Trice Jackson | Year Posted 2016
inspiration, philosophies, friendships, creativity
Motion carries to our lips---
Lips form words from thoughts….
Thoughts are very instantaneous----
Can be noted or rejected in an instant…..
Instants reflect audible responses---
Responses lead to words of understanding….
Understanding can be an illusion---
Illusions can make for grandiose sanctions---
Sanctions conveyed to winded philosophies….
Philosophies can bring on negative attitudes----
Attitudes can make and break friendships….
Friendships rapport on equal levels---
Levels intensify when submitted about freely…
Free speech is a gift much in demand---
Demands can hassle the mind---
Mind is but ours to develop….
Development opens to creativity---
Creativity stretches our inspiration….
Inspirations bring about questions----
Questions are a start to narrative wisdom….
Wisdom grants the key to its membership---
Membership tallies rise and rallies all….
All to speak thoughts in synchronized---
Synchronously marries with the ‘soul’….
Soul is a ‘being’ collaborating on life---
Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015
Together hand in hand
By the meadows where we stand
Captured by Gods amazing creations
But you stand the most beautiful of revelations
The birds and the bees
The sky above tall trees
But mirrored in the still water
I see a humble reflection and nothing else after
Holding gentle hands leading to a rivers bed
On aromatic grass you've softly laid my head
Gazing into your shinny, hungry eyes
For your heart and body, my love silently cries
As you lay your head upon my breast
It's there you must now rest
Whilst I thank God, for I've been blessed
Copyright © DENISE NARAYADU | Year Posted 2013
("the Apron" refers to a stage apron)
In this life,
two types were made..
the type in the crowd,
and the type on the stage.
The crowd consist of haters,
groupies, and fans..
Keep this type at a distance,
you could never be friends.
They were created to admire
and see from afar..
They follow. They don't lead;
and no one knows who they are.
The second type is on stage;
they were made to amaze.
To shift the shape of our culture
and the way the crowd sways
They lead and create,
they were meant to be great.
Getting too close to the crowd
will only hinder their fate.
Copyright © Ashley Chanel | Year Posted 2016
I Shall Bless The Lord!
I shall bless the Lord with all of my soul!
His blessing in my life…. seeks to bestow!
God is great! And is clothed with a robe of majesty!
Not to serve him is surely a tragedy!
He covers himself with a garment of light…
His beauty radiates the heavens so BRIGHT!
He lowers the beams of the waters’ depths…
His beauty in creation has been forever kept!
The clouds are his chariots on the wings of the wind…
His will is accomplished... As a new season begins!
He laid earth’s foundations at the beginning of time…
He did this with great power and had YOU in mind!
His beauty in creation will never be taken away…
His is the Lord God… And is alive today!
By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm 104:1-3 and 5
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
there is at all times one closer than a brother who will never leave you
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
BUILT NOT TO SELL!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
We built a friendSHIP,
Not to sel(l)FISH!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014
love walks into a bar
sees hope drinkin' it away;
what's wrong, love asks
nothing's wrong, hope replies,
nothing is wrong...
love turns to fate the bartender
and orders two shots of everything.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2017
Dear vibrant artist
Magic is bestowed on you
Lead the way through the dark night
Your call illuminates souls
Copyright © Sarah Kettle | Year Posted 2017
I used to always say "when in doubt whip it out."
It was originally about my junk but it's meaning has much more range...
When in doubt whip out your A game and make drastic life changes.
Utilize the skills that you possess to get you back on track.
You are very resourceful.
I have faith in your abilities to tackle life at the line of scrimmage.
Don't forget that you are a creation. Therefore a creator as well. And would you accept the fact that your creator would ever negatively judge you?
That is for you to decide as you are your own worst critic...
Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2017
Close your eyes,
take a slow sweet breath...
let it carry you away.
Sink into your senses,
as the rain beats down...
cold crisp invigorating.
Come closer tip to tip,
hand to hand...
let the embrace take you.
Heart to heart,
syncing to a steady rhythm...
one moment; lost to space and time.
Revel within that moment,
clarity of the deepest mysteries...
dawning as if seeing, hearing, feeling;
for the first time.
Copyright © Amanda Reslink | Year Posted 2014
"Touch through lips
Direct through eyes
Standing on one earth
Finding many skies"
.... for our friendship first creation! :)
(Dedicated to "Mili Sehgal")
Copyright © Abhiruchi Shrivastava | Year Posted 2006