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Details | Epic |

Seduction's Abduction

I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture
a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you serve, swift and swill I swerve,
in you I introduce a tempo of truth trailing a kiss along your spine's curve
a persuasion of perversion purring patiently in almighty allure,
reaching your pinnacle pulse I assure,

Entwining myself around your libido with nibbling nurture
binding you to the alter of painstaking pleasure I relieve with analgesic swelter
hoodwinking your will with a delicate dominance I am the prima donna capture,
embellishing the envisage of eros, I burnish organs keen with aphrodisiac welter
you become a devout captive to me, the divine dominator,
I am the matador confronting your impulsive power
the target of your sexual tremor,
spear tipped with warm vigor
into you I pound a wonder,
vice and virtue surrender
to principle superior in passionate plunder, for you become the conquer's lover,
taking my spirit from specter to flesh victor,

I will make a woman the vessel of volcanic velvet,
revolutionize female thighs, simmering the sighs in eyes,
make the wrap of a man's arms a hearth of healing heat soul felt,
his tongue a torch pinging with paced pause within mouths magnetized, 

A coup de tat taken to your Shangrila,
weaknesses my wayfaring, strengths the servants of my junta
my sweet magic of mayhem laid upon your lithesome lips, the coup de grace -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

Eagle and the Dove

Gather around the sacred fire, my children
Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity
as we begin on this journey together;
to the time of how things once were,
to the time of how things came to be
In the beginning,
there was no war, only peace
There was no hate, only love
Harmony existed between all things,
it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove
Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain,
and the dove lived in the lush valley below
And the seasons continued unabated,
from the summer's heat to the winter's snow
Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain,
an evil thought entered his heart,
that only he alone over everything should reign
He felt because he was the most powerful bird,
his voice should always have the final word
So he gathered the other birds together,
to have them agree to make him their chief
The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea
The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty
The debate went on for days,
and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour
Until the stork delivered him a message,
during one spring early morning shower
The message said that the dove and the swan,
never came to a meeting, no not once
Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond,
and asked the swan about his absence
The swan said such matters concern him not,
let he who rule, let him rule just
As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said
he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts
The eagle went and confronted the dove,
and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation
The dove replied with a gentle reproof,
saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations
One will love war, and the other will love peace
One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy
One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery
One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery
The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say,
and they no longer flew together after that day
So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove
Which will you choose?
Will you choose to love hate,
or choose to live the peaceful way
Will you choose to hate love,
or choose to possess the spirit of a dove

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |

Walk of Shame

                                  It’s the day of dread
			The day your false prophets
	and prophetesses never read
		to you
Or properly prepared to armor your heart
from the fear spear now piercing thru
	                          It’s the day of dread
	that all of the real seers declared
Today you must take your naked pride,
undressed beauty and fame ...
Go descend from your high throne,
and take the long walk 
through the streets of the city that bears your name
Marching slowly with your head bowed,
		     taking that dreaded walk of shame
Your heart fall to its knees hearing the cries
of the people ... some compassionate, others profane
The throng, lining along your sorrowful path,
have been waiting for years to have their say
	This is their judgment day
	This is the law of the land,
	it is the Valerian way!
Your imperial guards dare not intervene,
for the people they fear will violently erupt
and kill you — their beloved hated queen
You must soldier through on your own,
stripped of your dignity
Confessing to all, you cast into the air
every one of your secret transgressions
	Looking up, you see all of the sparrows
perched on the church balcony ledge of the Great Septon
And the High Sparrow nods approvingly
for you to faithfully continue on
	Looking around, you see none of your staunch supporters
bravely stepping in to intercede
To rescue you from the pain of the moral bleed
Humiliation is a reality you now concede
And the ever increasing strident shouts ring out:
Shame   ...   shame   ...   shame!
As they repeat your name,
spitting on your royal person with disdain
Being pelted with rotten things and rancid words,
you mournfully endure your walk of shame
Shame   ...   shame   ...   shame!
You never cared to help the homeless, downtrodden poor
Shame   ...   shame   ...   shame!
The plight of the lepers, widows and orphans you chose to ignore
Shame   ...   shame   ...   shame!
When the famines came, you closed the palace storehouse doors
Shame   ...   shame   ...   shame!
Prophetic fear prompted you to order every male baby killed
Shame   ...   shame   ...   shame!
Incestuous cravings was how you desired to lustily live
Five fingers of shame balled into a fist,
with which the people pummel you again and again
As a rogue queen, you did whatever you wanted to do
	Cleansing your dirty soul
in pure water of faith never appealed to you
Near the end of your bloody walk,
	you see the tall palace walls
At the iron gates: you turn to the people, humbled and pleading ...
asking them for mercy
To your amazement, the yeas over shout the nays
Bathed in their forgiveness,
		   you vow never to willfully return to sin again
Walking through the fortress doors,
head held high, unashamed — 
you are a different person now ... a crowned newborn woman

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Marsiya |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013

I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

The Internet: Rtrn

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |


The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Prince of this World

Prince of this world,
you've meddled in the affairs of mankind
since the beginning
From the time of the Egyptian pharaohs,
whose gigantic pyramidal tombs
had been built primarily by slave labor
A living testament to man's ingenuity and cruelty
Then you were behind the Assyrian reign,
carnage was the calling card hallmark
these fierce kings signed whenever they came
But the Babylonian kingdom you really liked a lot,
ancient free market traders and slavers
Their god was commerce;
they bought and sold any and everything,
they trafficked in any and every whatnot
Then came those warring factions of Persians and Medes,
pure lovers of aristocratic indulgences of greed
They would fight you to the death,
until the Greeks came along
and became the gold standard, the best
They loved to preach democracy,
they loved to practice idolatry
For every god you said you had,
those Greeks said they had three
The Greeks fell to the next kingdom,
not so much by war, more through debauchery
But the prince of this world
came out of the shadows,
and was moved to want to rule when the Romans came
They had them lying cats named Caesar,
and crucifixion was their favorite capital punishment game
The Romans learned a lot from their fellow Greeks;
give the conquered their councils,
give them a voice with a vote
Then let them exercise it wickedly,
declaring the innocent Jesus Christ guilty
Oh, the prince of this world
was as ecstatic as a mad despot can be
The Romans were the best kind of servants ---
they were cruel, they were hard
They killed you dead with no regard
But alas, even their mighty kingdom came to an end
Since then, all of his wicked servants
and their feudal kingdoms have served him well
But alas, it was the Roman kingdom
he brooded over the most when it came to an end
And it's been a long time, since the prince of this world
had a Caesar he could call friend

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |

Aguta - Alaskan Bounty Hunter

This place is unforgiving to the life of any man
who fails to give atonement to the Spirits of the land.

I hunt the foes who break its code to lay their claim to fame
and seek to soothe the Spirit’s spite...Aguta is my name.

Suka was a wanted man with bounty on his head
and compensation mattered not whether live or dead. 

He fled into the wilderness and thought he would be free.
The call went out to hunt him down; he now belonged to me.

I tracked him to the Koyukuk, so mighty and so vast.
The frozen bridge we tried to cross was not to be surpassed.

His path to freedom fell away; he plunged to his demise.
Death had won this reckless race and Suka was its prize.

I dove beneath the frozen mass and pulled him from the drink
then gazed upon the broken ice and watched my snow-horse sink.

With all gear lost I used his coat to pack his body tight
and knew my chance of getting home was nothing more than slight.

With many many miles to go, our scent had filled the air.
It called out from the wilderness the Spirit of the bear.

I soon became the hunted and I knew of its demand
and so I took what I would need to prove I’d caught this man.

Suka’s body was to be the price I had to pay.
I gave my bounty to the bear but I survived the day.

The Spirits try to break my will with every step I tread.
All that's left is what I wear...and Suka’s heart and head.

His heart has proved to be the reason I survived these toils.
His head will be the proof I need so I may claim the spoils.

I’ve walked one hundred ninety miles and have but ten to go
and soon I’ll settle in till Spring can melt this Winter snow.


Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |


The pay back Reward that await
Intelligent humans

It hit on an unexpected 

I see it coming soon
To all evil paparazzi's 
All over the globe

is the God
That fights for the innocent 

Is about to catch up 
With them that takes
Away our freedom 

No man can escape 
No matter who 
You are!

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ballad |


On sunlit wings 
I travelled 
High above the earth, 
in the realm of spiritual beings 

Mighty mountains 
and cool streams 
Azure oceans 
I live my dreams 
I live my emotions 

I am but a feather, 
beginning to fly 
My body 
My heart, 
carried high 

Clouds of purest snow 
Golden sun 
I passed below 

Another day, 
in the blue 
You could have it too 
Come up if you may 

Circles of eagles, 
in the blue 
You are all with me too 
High above, 
clouds of purest snow 
Together we flew 

Such love, 
in such golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
above clouds of purest white 

The higher I flew 
I met people I lost too 
My father, 
wings aglow 
Beside me, 
golden bright 
Circles of eagles 
High in the light 

A spiritual place, 
high above 
Touching space 
Such love, 
in golden light 
Circles of eagles, 
in flight 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

Details | Epic |

Gracious Receiver

A Strong Flame flickers 
In the distance
Moving toward you
When it is time to shine,
When the time has come
To dim your lights, be silent, 
Speak with your eyes and heart.
Watch the new amber radiate in the midst.
Flickering flames are approaching; 
Some have come to refuel you. 
Prepare to welcome their glowing energy. 
Receive them well. 
When the givers of the new light
Come to embrace you,let them !
Remember: For all things, there is a season.
"You cannot forever be the giver", 
become humble, as a gracious 
receiver is also blessed.
Let them give, for it is written. 
"It is more blessed to give, than to receive". 
What is hidden in the passage is. 
"Not allowing a person to give, 
because of your pride, 
is also cheating them out of their blessing”.
“Let them who hold the strong flames,
now restore you,".
And be grateful.!

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |

First to Go Up

Who will lead the charge,
be the first to go up?
Who will be the one who will start 
to spread courage
throughout the camp of the host?
All of the faithful know
that the battle is the LORD’s
But we were chosen to be vessels 
to witness and glorify
And should it be on this sacred altar of praise,
perhaps to fall on the battlefield and die
Who will be the first one to go up,
to engage the enemy without fear?
God is on the side of His righteous people,
therefore, holy must we remain
So that our soul won’t be counted among the slain
Who will lead the charge,
who will go up first?
Who will leave the wounded last,
who will give drink to their thirst?
Save us, as in times past, 
O my God ... 
save us with a mighty thunder burst
In the midst of the howling wind,
let it be me who honor thee
Let it be me                           first
	          to willingly     up 

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Munaajaat |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

he is leaving home

                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~

           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |


Lord be my salvation.
Lord be my salvation in times of necessity.
Lord be my salvation.
I am just a wretched soul in a perilous acquaintance looking within iniquity.
Lord have mercy on me.

Lord deliver me.
Lord deliver me from the purgatory I am confound.
Lord be my deliverance.
I know my worthlessness and I repress.
Lord to you I repent.

To the Lord Almighty, I stretched my hand to thee in my time and in my identity.
The blood in my palms states: I surrender to your judgement.
No pagan God do I obey.
I am hung on the cross because I am a thief.
Oh Lord have mercy on me.
Penned March 28, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

The Awakening Spirit

>>1111>>THE AWAKENING SPIRIT<<1111<<

My analyzing subconscious telling me I have minor confidence in our people,
Full of resistance as high as church steeples,
Heads in the sand uneducated sheeple lost their ability,
Try this with consonance, question our existence,
Get it together and try it this very instance!
Neglected, Infected which brings great drama,
Buddhist monks call this negative karma,
Equip your mind with true armor,
Receive the weapon of writing stamina,
This isn't imaginary fiction,
This is an awakening conviction,
I'm trusting inner guidance for direction,
Taking my hand, introducing me to my pineal gland,
Connected to my tribal land,
I have found expressed to me internally in a sound,
Never contemplating turning around.
Find your way,
Stop listening to what government leaders say,
We need unity instead of broken community,
Unite and open up your vault,
Lets start a revolt,
But in an era of fear,
The average man inferior,
Never looking at their own interior,
Let me explain, in this society of personal gain,
It will make a human go insane,
Wealthy flying around in a private plane,
They have turned down the wrong symbolic lane,
You thinking i'm insane? Your thoughts are coming out in total vain!!!
I'm just a brother with a live spark,
With an inner vision destroying everything lurking in the dark!
A half cast mixed identity given the European surname Clark,
But I don't care, I have nothing to fear,
As I steer my life consciously aware I see clear,
Always near a book, that’s another place you gotta look!
Rookies thinking they're awake, but most cant find the time,
In psychological denial with excuse's saying its validly fine,
Working class living,
Resulting in limited self education receiving,
Which is the highest level of sinning,
In the beginning the universal consciousness was bringing,
What today I am seeking,
Connecting conscious thought together, Forever,
But individualism causing a crash of disconnection,
A world wide collapse bringing stagnation,
This is an invitation to break this current way of civilization,
Go back in time within the mind to make the connection,
Then you will receive true knowledge in a healthy neuron collection,
Listen to what the awakening spirit is saying!

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

Union Of Ultimates

Come to me my eastern star, to your love mystery Avatar,
travel the path of my tantric wish to where touch is holy spectacular, 
discover the dharma that has delivered the dream of Ardhanarishvara
into the spine of your psychosexual lifeline, the vine of divine quanta
polishing the pearl of vipassana embedded firmly in the crown of your psychic flora,

Bring with you the faith of infinite love fire
that fuels the physics of fantasy's fearless desire
votives of violet vibration, the birthright of a Lotus Queen
born between motives of midnight storms and sunrise rose opening,
we will ride the ancient equinox that lusts for our sacred senses uniting -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Alligator and the Bayou Boogie Band

  Alligator with fierce but captivating eyes sometimes red glare
  The Man with a title given by the High Priest of his Tribe 
  A man gifted at Birth for the World to be entertained by.
  Though much more then the Entertainer inside ~

  This Man a poet , a man of wisdom and power 
  Playing his cordless accordion or Guitar on the tiny Bar
  Powerful stares , people dancing crazy underneath a moonlit sky
  His trance , a spell on others , not to be denied 

  A Force stronger then you will know , be dared to reckon with 
  His name was given at birth for a reason , A Scorpio
  Legacy throughout Europe and deep woods in the Bayou 
  Alligator loved by many , playing Jimmy Hendrix to Zydeco 

  Alligator , the man on fire , women can not help but desire 
  In Monterey Bay, California, he plays , magical surprise 
  be warned if you go with date to see him  "Alligator " 
  At the end of your dancing to Zydeco and blues 
  your date will be in Trance , one glare into his eyes 
  she will be wanting He at the end of the night , your demise.

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |


THE UNKNOWN GOD Heavy the burden, but light is [the way]. That’s when you put the Lord [in its place]. The sun may not be shining, but your [spirit shows]. That’s your [inner being aglow]. Never a path undefined. This is because his voice speaks divine [via the mind]. The teaching he provides is transcribed. To share, sermonize. What a wonderful life and beautiful choice to do the work of the Lord. No man or woman can deny that you are the [Keeper of the Lord’s Shrine]. That is [a Holy place Divine]. The abstracted flush went astray. Standing were the shadows of yesterday. Awry the eyes appear in the dark. Two clouds of gray were shown. Midst sleuths prayer was heard. The rays of light beamed from high above. Sending tension to the silhouettes that stood where the shadows left. The vibes were felt as fear took shape. This is the Holy place of the Lord. The Shrine has formed [as a precarious world]. This is where [iniquity meets the unknown God]. Transgression is natural within the seasons. Through faith and belief, omnipotence is perceived. The laws of humankind were transliterated and conceptualized Until the [aspects of life] formalized. [Politics, religion, family, work, and leisure time] are originates. Faith is demarcated. They said the Chariot of Fire is operated by the Lord’s Army. Distinct is the chimes hearkened. Pay attention to the alarm. Stand your post and remain strong. The universe has contravene and people will be destroyed. The acumen is the perspicuity. The knowledge is gen. The voice is enunciation ascertain. ______________________________ Written November 05, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

That This Beauty

Many take her for granted this beauty seen in our skies Isn't she such a wonder for us she'll never despise She glows when we are weakened by life's travesties No matter our human gloom, she's there for us to see Take a look back to her past, view her strife her life Being battered by her neighbours, leaving her rife Look to the scars she bears, whom does she declare She never ever will, but do we humans really care History has shown, to her out reach we shall travel Into her out there black, shall we ever ever unravel It'll take some years, but eventually we will find I only hope and pray, that this beauty isn't undermined .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

An Epic Battle

Far and away, I sat upon those ethereal
elusive, rocky cliffs, at the edge of eternity.
Upon observing the scene before me, I could see
dark wretched towers with rigid spikes, jutting 
toward the heavens, underneath a tempestuous sky.  

From it's devilish heights, this ominous castle
of darkness loomed, a large monstrosity, as it's
reckless shadows tried in vain to overtake
it's nemesis. For under it, I beheld a smaller castle
that shone like a beacon in it's golden gleam
a priceless jewel in it's resplendent brilliance. 

These dwellings stood; two great, diabolical
forces, emanating from the universe
waging an eternal battle, warring between
the powers of light and darkness, good and evil.

A great beam of light from the heavens shone
upon the smaller castle, it's pure rays bathed
in glory, while black and brooding clouds 
surrounded it, like menacing storms of vengeance.
Yet the darkness can never overtake the light.

Below this great war of conflict and adversity
lay desolate and barren lowlands, stark and lifeless.
It's suffocating stillness is devoid of hope or comfort.
No living being would ever desire to be mercilessly
abandoned to that hellish existence alone.

While staring in quiet, chilling contemplation
I began to understand more of the meaning
of this supernatural event. For it became
clear to me that I was witnessing
a grand sight of epic proportions.

Even though I could not see those that
battled together within this realm, I was aware
that the conflict was between the angelic
hosts above and the demonic forces below.

As  I began to discern these things
behold, a Holy Light blinded my eyes.
And falling down, I beheld the One
who sits upon the Throne above.

Then His Voice came flowing forth, like the
voice of many thunderous waters, saying
"I will Overcome." And afterwards, I went 
away rejoicing, filled with inexpressible peace.

Written on 11/14/2015
For Epic Sighting #1 contest
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Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Our Invincible Defeat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |


                  >>1111>>EVIL vs CONSCIOUSNESS<<1111<<


I’m not to blame that my aim’s to hide the TRUTH
I’ll emulate Consciousness tricking the deceived into their Nooses,
I’m what you call evil, our spirits are not the same,
The fact you haven’t claimed the masses is really a shame,
I’m the characteristics they love, your stuff is boring,
I am crafty and like to party, you’re hearty and not fly,
I’m a Sheppard in disguise, I can lie, and you choose to lose,
My name is Lucifer, First in command, in control, and after your soul.


Who are you to step to me? Can’t you see?
You’re shameless, useless, with a cognition deficiency,
You got no wisdom because you’re focused on nothing,
Not even one thing, no productive activity,
I’ve heard what you say, it’s not worthy of worship,
You’re sloppy, you will never stop me, you’re a waste of space,
That deceitful, awful demeanor you call your voice,
I will shut it down, you don’t have a choice!


Ring the Alarm, you should know, on a chart it would show I’m winning,
Sinning people is what keeps this world spinning,
You could’ve removed me right from the start,
But no, A Divine plan is what was planned from your heart,
You were stupid and claim to lose when it comes down to it,
Had the chance to kill me, but because of your ways you blew it,
As for your powers, you forget how to use them,
You built a whole universe but no one knows your anthem,
You call it sin, and so do I, so let’s sum this up,
Come, drink, from my sacred cup?
I speak to other gods and it always impresses,
You’re just a weak Hebrew god, come on you need to confess this!


That’s right, CONSCIOUSNESS is my name, and I’m the best at this game
Which means you’re under my control because you left your claim,
You deceived man to eat the apple so this is ya karma,
And now you need a savior to save ya
I’m Love, Strength, Wisdom and transcendent
You’re the evilest role model while I am wisdom sent,
You’re the underdog demigod, yes, forgotten and gone,
I’m the best, don’t detest, I’ll literally destroy you,
So step aside and fly away, go find a place to dwell,
You’re gone forever now, yes I’m Universal Consciousness right now!

>>1111>>QUINCY MAC<<1111<<

date written: 21.11.2015 

NOTE: I have changed righteousness to CONSCIOUSNESS for valid reasons :) 24.11.2015

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Destruction of Mankind

The Destruction of Mankind!

Throughout the Bible’s history, you’ll find…
The wickedness and destruction
 of mankind!

There were kingdoms that have come and gone!
They took pride, and thought
 they were strong!

No matter how strong men make think they may be…
Everyone needs to make plans for their eternity!

There’s many things that people have enjoyed…
But. there’s coming a day when it’ll all be destroyed!

The Bible says that we all have failed and sinned!
What a terrible mess that we find ourselves in!

Our answer and only hope is with Jesus today!
Only he can wash the darkness and sin away!

Only he can bring a completeness to our soul!
And can bring all we need to make us whole!

May God’s Holy Spirit reach out and convict us!
That we all may know,
 only God can help us!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |


Poem Title: Sometimes

Sometimes you go through hard times and you stress
Sometimes you face troubles that’ll make you upset
Sometimes you felt you had no peace
Sometimes life is rough 
Sometimes you have to pretend you’re tough
Sometimes you face the dangers in your pathway
Sometimes you have to make a new route
Sometimes you just wish you had it all
But can’t get it
A good life sometimes you dream of having it
Sometimes you want to give up
Sometimes you don’t know how to keep your head up
Sometimes you want to save your money
But it usually don’t happen
Sometimes you need help but can’t get it
Sometimes you need a break but can’t get it
Sometimes life teaches you an experience
Lessons are expensive, but giving in is cheap
Sometimes we see many on the streets
Fast asleep many can’t see the picture
Sometimes we need a mirror 
To see clearer 
Sometimes you should visit your personality
Who am I suppose to be?
Ugly or beautiful?
Which one should I be?
Sometimes I wish I could see me and see what I might be? Sometimes I need to hear me!
Sometimes we don’t see what we need to see

Copyright © Martellis Thurmand | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013