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Details | Roundel |

Fall from Grace A Roundel

Before the beginning of time when Chaos ruled Hell and Night
Into the depths of this Cosmos, a Paradise, perfectly placed.
Above this darkness, a heaven drawn forth in a burst of light
Before the beginning of time

From the Garden of Eden, henceforth, Adam and Eve were disgraced
Lo!  A fallen angel  changed himself to a serpent in Eve’s sight
Banished, they fled before God to a wilderness, forever displaced.

Forbidden fruit had shown them the difference of wrong from right.
In Pandemonia,  Demons conspired, sin and death be interlaced.
God sacrificed his Son to save them  - from Hell's eternal plight.
Before the beginning of time

Suzanne Delaney

For Suzette Crous
Roundel Competition

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Unknown

The Unknown

While standing on a razor-edge end of my mortal time,
I’m not sure of what lies beyond and what I shall find.

Death’s dead, cold eyes stare me down now, as I wait;
My spirit sweats and shakes, as my blood turns frigid.

His skeleton face is scary, horrid, pallid, and macabre.
His apparition floats freely full of fear this frozen night.

A little girl long dead steps toward me from this oblivion,
Her face sad, streaming tears as she hands me a wilted rose.

This strange netherworld has that dull, cold pallor of death, 
Just like the smell, sensation, and sadness of a charnel house.

The moon on this eve is one blood red, insidious in intent;
Fixed high in the cold night sky it gives one no hope at all.

The little girl long dead returns and holds my left hand gently: 
She says, “It’s not yet your time . . . this is still only a dream.”
She adds, “The River Styx lies ahead—cold, dark, and deep.”
She says, “There is yet time to change your life for the better.”

As I started to awaken from this intense and revealing dream,
I could hear a faint voice whispering deep inside my psyche.
It told me now a certain message that I shall never ever forget.

Follow your heart and conscience, find the goodness in your life.
Listen to God and what the better angels of your nature tell you.

This shall keep you on that path of the devout in the eyes of God.
The image of God is reflected in Man himself as he seeks to fulfill
Always His Divine Destiny!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 1, 2016 (Lyric)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Canzone |

The Bewitching Call of the Siren

The Bewitching Call of the Siren

She ululates a forlorn desire for a human love;
She’s pure evil, not from God’s Heaven above.
This siren’s seductive melody is heard on all seas,
And even on the largest lakes and flowing rivers;
Bringing even seafarers near Die Lorelei to shivers! 
Beguiling young sailors to such a ghastly death;
This vile creature’s venom is felt with each breath!
Her visage is one of true love and blessed pulchritude,
Yet Lucifer’s mask is dark with great evil certitude!
Her perfumed scent enlivens her victims’ senses,
While her dark green eyes and deep wet kisses;
Mesmerize her prey, oblivious now to all consequences;
Now feeling her fatal bites and hearing her hideous hisses! 
She taketh all pleasure in her world of this evil measure,
Enthralling all her sad victims to a most horrible death;
Now Lucifer counts with joy the lost souls’ treasure!
Always sans merci this siren be to those in her grot,
As her victims find their souls lost to Hell’s dark rot!
Beware say I to all good seafarers, do heed this tale well;
Be deaf to this siren’s call or your life shall end in Hell! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 4, 2016 (Canzone)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Beauty of Lucifer

until an hour before the devil fell,
God thought him beautiful in heaven . . . 
                              (Arthur Miller)

God created his angels long before 
the temptation of Adam and Eve,
and the angel Lucifer was the most beautiful
he moved freely between roaming earth
and back to heaven and to the throne of God

Lucifer fell from heaven because of his pride 
    conceit in his own beauty
      his wisdom
         his intelligence
            his power

he desired to be GOD and not a servant of God
he was exceedingly beautiful and he used that beauty for evil
God made him the highest of all angels
a heaven where all the angels were beautiful but Lucifer
was God's most lovely creation

Lucifer wanted the throne of God
wanted to take over heaven
cast out God
in any way he could divise

but an hour before the temptation in the garden
God cast the beautiful angel, Lucifer out of heaven
he did not fall
he was pushed out

Lucifer came down and down
created an anti-God city where he was the ruler
he created hell
and became the Satan that we know of today
and temptation became his sword of power
he can appear to you in many forms
from beautiful or evil 
     a monster with horns
        or even a hissing snake

Satan moves freely between roaming earth
and back to his dark city . . .
his only purpose to fill his city of Hell

February 8, 2016

Free Verse

For the contest, Expand Arthur Miller's Thought
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Honorable Mention

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |



Son of the Morning—
Symbol of false perfection.
Lucifer is thus . . . 
	A tempter and deceiver . . . 
Praise only Almighty God!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(June 5, 2015) (Tanka)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Guardian Of The Galaxy

Guardian of the galaxy 
Dominions and Principalities 
Light and darkness
Stars shine bright 
In the Heavens as light
Came from a glory that can't be comprehended in this reality
The stars that's spangled striped over me from every angle 
Planets and black holes 
Millions of planets in the Cosmos 
We have flesh but God spirit 
In GOD image 
An descriptive predictive in GOD vision
See GOD is Infinite 
Everlasting living
Free will given
His son became against him
Lead an rebellion of brother an sisters against their father
Pain in GOD eyes from his Sons and Daughters 
Brothers and Sisters fighting against their Sisters and Brothers
Against their creator The Father who is also The Mother 
Of Creation of Archistructure 
Lucifer in Heaven was a Conductor 
Of Music to glory The Most High
One of the most beautiful Cherub Angel alive
But PRIDE AND HATR burned in him to Lie
Evil spelled backwards is LIVE
IS that a coincidence to Comprehend?
You have not seen Evil of all Evils 
This darkness we WAR IS LETHAL 
fully comprehend this darkness that deceives you
Found the truth I'm Heaven Sent
GOD Send got to fight till I'm in Heavens Bliss
Theories or Ideologies are just myths 
But look it's a TWIST
they know that GOD is alive
Satan knows me before the War 
That's why he tries to Destroy
An Deploys, toys, decoys, stored to uproar my Gore
Its more Angels on Earth
From Birth
Living in this Curse

Copyright © uriel wisdom | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!

Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

The Woes Of Trust

An angel formed from 
lake of purity,a gift to 
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the 
garden of the elves.

Sent to earth,made an 
abode in a gentleman's 
heart,whom she 
cherished and loved.

As time travelled,another 
fella whom she trusted 
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of 
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost 
snuffed,she feared the 
love of her true love 
would be lost. Alas! bond 
of love is indivisible.

Shattered,with a broken 
spirit she tries to mend 
the pieces....on the 
shoulder of her lover she 
leans,hoping to soothe 
her bruised heart.

A true story,a close 
pretty lady friend of mine 
was raped by her family 
friend yesterday...who 
called her and told her 
his mum was very sick.
She called me and 
confided in me .
Don't know whether to 
encourage her to call the 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade |

fire angel

It’s the story of an angel with sparkling white feathered wings,
Whose halo shines bright & voice is enchanting when she sings.
Her eyes had a glint that makes you fall in love,
She brought with her all the peace that was above.
In her mind, earth was a place full of joy & happiness
Until a day that erased all her glee, all her gladness.
She used to think that all people are beatific & pure
Then she discovered most of them were cruel and insecure.
[She became a]


Fire angel
Her wings have turned to flames of hell
Fire angel
In her mind nothing goes well
Fire angel
When you see her you can tell
She’s a fire angel, a fire angel
Fire angel
Anything she does turns from good to bad
Fire angel
She used to laugh now she’s always sad
Fire angel, fire angel yeah fire angel

Red eyes, black hair, always in the shadow
Instead of feeling high she’s always being low 
Don’t get too close to her she could burn you
She’s a volcano who erupted & destroyed everything too 

What could change her back now?
If you know please tell us how
To keep her from being rude
Wickedness has filled her heart
And now she’s falling apart
Please change her bad mood


After she lost each & every bit of hope she had
And when nothing could convince her this world isn’t bad,
She found a bright light in the dark; she found her soul mate
And ended up forgetting all spite, anger and hate.
[She’s no more a] 
Fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel
Extinct fire she’s angelic
[Again…cause she’s no more]
The fire angel
Whose wings have turned to flames of hell
The fire angel
In whose mind nothing goes well
Fire angel,fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel

Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Take My Hand

10:30 p.m. I was off to bed
One last drink before I lay my head
Then I heard a voice and got up to see
There was the Lord looking back at me

The Lord said—“Take my hand my son and I shall take you to Heaven...
And I’ll have you back in bed before eleven.”
So I took His hand and off we flew
Like a bolt of lightning to meet Heavens crew

There we were standing by His Throne
He embraced me with His brilliance and welcomed me home
The Angels were hovering while singing their song
As they whispered to me “This is where you belong”

I then fell to my knees and began to cry
As the Lord revealed His Heavenly sky
The Lord said—“Get up my son there is so much more to see”
And then the Angels sang to Him “Glory Be to Thee”

I was so mesmerized by His Love and Light
Visiting Heaven was such a Majestic sight
The Lord said—“I shall now take you back...
But before we do...” everything now turned to black

The Lord said—“Now my son I shall take you to Hell...
So you may bare witness to where demons dwell...
Be not afraid my son, have no fright 
For you are protected by my inner light”

So down we go as we approach the Hellish gates
The demons scatter abound but the dark one awaits
We are now in the catacombs of Hell
Where Satan commands your soul to sell...

So now the Lord took me back before eleven
I fell asleep and woke up at seven
In the morning I struggle, was it just a dream?
Even so, I shall always remember what I have seen.

Feb.22.2016   ^WW^

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Carpe Diem |

Face Of Night

When night face appears:

  Hades erupts with the 
hammer of death,stiring 
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth 
and back preying on 
wandering souls-tell-tale 
odor pervading the 
Resistance is like chasing 
Shackles of bondage 
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains 
and fetters.
   Howling winds 
harmonize with howls of 
night marmosets- 
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread 
like cancer: a norm of the 
Mountains of carcasses 
caressing the sky.
  The world becomes 
scene of blood bath,
carnages mounting, 
screams perforating the 
   Long ago,a human 
phoenix lived and died-lo 
he lives!
(Carpe diem)! He offers 
hands of goodwill with 
beaming smiles.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

the hitchcock thriller

Some love too little, some love too long,
some they answer the riddle but fail to move on
some laugh and  others cry
when truest feelings have been denied
Some do the act with a show of tears,
surrendering everything showing their fears
And some without a sigh;
they just let their pride die
For some men kill the things they love, 
power given from up above
Yet each man does deny.
power from heaven they devise

Some kill love when in their youth,
some kill with abuse
And some when they grow old;
in the end the scam unfolds
Some smother with the hand of greed,
turning away from the hand of need
Because of lust for gold;
the way of love had turned old
The evil use their tongue because,
of vengence to discover
It takes love where it’s cold
and evil thought it mutters

But men who kill the girl they love,
and claim a passion from heaven above
have a story to be heard; 
lets not listen to one word
Some do it with a callous look
with a  wisdom from the good book
Some with a bitter word;
and with some with passion never heard,
The tyrant does it with his fist,
and serial killer with his list
The weak man with a sword.
a genious that was bored

(A collaboration by Elizabeth Wesley and John H Loving III)

Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Storming the Gates of Heaven

O ' Satan, father of all that is sinister and evil,
Of all that is foul, putrid, and base.
Ruler of the underworld
I've have had a vision!
You led the legions of the damned
In a cataclysmic war,
To regain your rightful place
Upon the  throne,
A throne from whence you fell!
Calling for Holy Jihad, emanating deep down, from the bowels of Hell.
 Father of lies, and deceit, you have issued a declaration of war,
A war against all seven heavens in the celestial Kingdom.
Metatron, prince of the divine face, king of angels, chancellor of heaven.
has informed the angelic hierarchy of your declaration of Madness!
Gabriel, the left hand of God, protector of paradise, 
Angel of annunciation, resurrection, mercy vengeance, & revelation,
Has honed the Malakhs ( angels) into a fighting force to be reckoned with
Those tortured souls, in perdition for all eternity, await the cry to battle
The armies of chaos and lunacy do swell.
Death and decay, spew forth, deep down from the bowels of Hell.
Great and revered Lucifer,
You were once, a high, exalted angel
Your envy and jealousy are righteous.
You are Beelzebub, lord of the flies,
Instigator of wars, corrupter of leaders
You are called by many names.
Azazel, Belial, Duma, the deceiver, the dragon, the devil
The demon seed, am I. Son of all that's putrid, rotten and evil!
We will defeat Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael
The Messiah shall rot on the cross, deep down in the bowels of Hell
Then three blast on the Shofar (Rams horn) then a profound silence,
Finally the silence was broken by the song of the Seraphim
"Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh” (Holy, Holy, Holy).
The “still small voice” issued forth: “I AM THE LORD THY GOD”
But this time the Adversary’s will is stronger,
You are the Antichrist, the battle is soon at hand.
The gates of heaven shall rattle and crumble into dust.
The Prince of Darkness will rule the day,
Love, Light, Life, God, anything holy you shall quell. 
Relishing the sweet victory, deep down, in the bowels of Hell!
Apocalypse, the day of reckoning, the end of the world is at hand.
The toxic smell of death is in the air.
The Beast walks the earth,
with 666 emblazoned on his forehead 
The Adversary banished from heaven for all of eternity. In the underworld does he dwell, seething with jealousy & hatred  deep down in the bowels of Hell!
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Copyright © barry ponneck | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The Battle for Betterment

Is it possible, in times like these, 
To fight off such adversity and selfishness
And to save other souls that you owe not to?
Gaze into these pain-filled eyes,
Contemplate their crushing calumny 
And see why I must depart from you
Look at the flaws, 
See through the glass that mirrors delight,
And tell me at last, that it is my fight
Just as it is yours

And in those depths that I must wander,
I know it must be I who sees it
As the first blast conquers fearful firsts,
I will awaken my senses to the terrors beheld
And see at once the damage that lies await
I see the creatures of my consciousness 
Crawl into the dark trenches,
They want to survive just as badly as I do,
Yes, demons I see,
With hidden motives, cruel intentions,
And black surprises, nodding their heads
In an apprehension to each loss   
They wait on my defeat
And jump in when I am down
I see now why I have let them in—
So I may justify my sins with their inglorious fabrications
I see what I am
And I must prepare to outlive the ugly 

How is it conceivable to you, 
That such gaseous fires have blinded me for so long,
And yet I have done little to nothing to extinguish it?
How can you possibly understand what I am up against?  
What weapon do I choose against the spiritual forces,
That wrought these tortures to my wayward mind?
I touch and I trace the darkness, 
Like a child holds the edge of a tombstone
In its little-differenced hand, 
Can I change what has never failed to grow?
Can I destroy a bloom destined to flourish?
Or do I die with what I deemed achievable?
My innards burn from the silent blasts within
My lips quiver as I rise from impossible despondency
I aim for my own heart,
And hope for a moment that all shall end
The cracks of the bones, 
The crash of dueling bodies,
The spilling of determined sweat,
The promise of death
And the hope for restoration
Push me up upon my purpose
As the demons emerge from the depths,
Scattering the sopping fields of woe
I feel the earth below me,
And see the tip of my nose from above,
Sorrow streaming along the sides of my cheeks
With tears and trepidation,
My beating heart knows the rhythm of my awareness,
My mind knows what troubles it must collect,
And to the heavens I let seep words unsung,
Poetry unmanaged, unmetered and unstrung
I delve into the source of my pains
And tell the truth where the lies have fallen short
I declare my guileful iniquities,
The evils that my nature endorsed
I spoke of the murders I have committed,
Of the insipid hate that allowed access
To my sensitive soul's hidden desires
I praised creation and its perfection,
Noting my perspective of self-worthlessness
I admitted to my acts of immorality, 
Depravity, and dishonesty
And lastly, I sorrowed over the knowledge I have shunned
Sobbed at the light I let slip…

From above I saw my frame, 
How it genuinely shrunk, as my sorrowful head sunk
As my knees crumbled, meeting the bloodied soil 
I had fought the despair with truth and honesty
And the light returned to my eyes
And the heavy fogs of my mind cleared
So that my heart knew what needed to be done
The booming fits of blood have stirred me
Into an action I have only dreamt

Now rest Your eyes on me now,
When I have come to know that the fight is not my own
It is Ours, and mine and Yours
The true battle lies within Our human souls
And calls for infinite glory to embark
See that we have acknowledged our faults
See that we have repented before the scene
And see that we will change
That we will not fight blindly among demons and darkness
But that we will battle alongside truth 
See that we must return to You as new men
Reflecting jubilantly 
The blessings that love and peace orchestrate 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Exercising My Demons

With my Angels exorcised-
I Exercise my Devils
Daren't you guess what this implies?
In Evil doth I revel!

Shout and swear; curse and cuss
In the Bowels of Tartarus!
Sweet Lucifer! I do concur-
Heaven- it's just not for us!

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Heaven or Hell

I’m lost, and i gotta pay the cost 
i’m slowing down, tryna make it to town
i keep on falling, looking for panacea, feels like i got more problems than north korea.
nothings been right, always putting up a fight 
looking for a cure? please, go look in the mirror 
and i’m talking to myself, trying to reach the highest shelf.
pumpin up your adrenaline, looking for some medicine 
feeling so very delicate, asking if you’re even relevant
couldn’t afford a vacation, cause you didn't know how to do the equations 
so you drink until you don’t know where you are, but can’t you see you’re a burning star?
we only burn for so long until its time to face our wrongs 
up or down, heaven or hell
you choose your own path, realizing you fell 
and once you’ve gone to the dungeon, you’re gonna wonder how to even function 
you brace yourself for the best, instead you stay falling in the crest. 
a free soul has much time to roam, maybe thats why you have trouble finding stable home
you fall to another level and then you’ll see you have met the devil 
look in his eyes and you’ll see the despise. Hes not your friend, he wants to show you the end.
Eternity lasts forever, so you must be clever.
The question is there twenty-four seven, heaven or hell,  you can choose your hotel.
Be with the worst and you’ll see the curse, but if you stick with the best you need to learn how to face the tests.

Copyright © Merissa Henry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

You're Not Welcome Here

You're Not Welcome Here 

When you go to meet your maker, and He says, " How Do You Do?" 
Then He says, quite sternly... 
"Just...Close Your Mouth...I Know Men Just Like You!" 
Whenever you saw a snowflake fall or a twinkle in an eye... 
You were being given a chance to become a better guy. 
Although, it severely pains me, you never found your way. 
And now I must tell you... 
Turn Around and Go...the other way. 
For you are being punished, for all you have lied to, hurt, used, and taken advantage of. 
And most of all for the Innocent that you have blatantly, disregarded. 
With horrendous spite and malice, with a smile upon your face. 
For they are the True Innocent in the Totality of Life. 
Don't think that you can say anything, that I may want to hear. 
For I know you far better than anyone could, even more than you think you know yourself. 
Your cheating, lying, using, ways are what Banishes you from here. 
So turn around and start walking...
Down each and every stair. 
And you need to just remember. 
Your kind is... 
Not Welcomed here...

Copyright © Crystal Bellman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Take this sun away
Throw it into the fray 
When I'm down 
You kick me in the heart
Leaving me to wallow 
With my heart bruised & hallow

Left dreaming
Deaf to the electric screaming
Screeching in my brain
Nick naming me Cain
Translating hurt as shame
Calling me weird & maimed 

Blinded by the harvest moon
I start to act like a loon
The onslaught of craziness croons
Morphing into an anime cartoon
Tracing the outline of having fun
My hopes are buried with the sun

In the game of saints & sinners 
We're all winners 
No ones ideal is any better 
Let's break bread, let's have dinner 
At the chapel 
Or someplace finer

There's a light shinning in the distance 
The glow illuminating my sleep 
Exposing every creep
Crawling back into my closet 
Of discontent 
In the storm of injustice 
I lament

Writing letters to a nameless power
Urging for the removal of cowardice & ego
Unheeded are my words 
Falling on deaf ears of entitlement & violence 
Yet I will not be silenced
For we are the making of our own demise.

Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


A Dark Identity

Days into nights... time without time
Normalities of everyday life beckons to remain
Shadows with lights.... to find to define
I am he who goes by without a name

The world is only up to date
And I’ve decided no more to follow
Bearing time to finally relate
Yet a self I’m to find to wallow

He who walks without an identity... walks alone
And he who walks alone needs be proud
Yet walking forever without finding a home
Have I that heaven beyond the clouds?

I cannot see either far or near
I cannot be to be neither nor
I’m listening... I cannot hear
I’m at peace... I’m at war

I did not know... am I suppose to?
I know I’m alive... is that enough?
Yet, rather not to know than knew
For knowledge shall never last

A mystery if not yet to be
That one mysterious hope to be searching for
I have dreams but what did I see?
I have no one... not one I can call

A darken need shall heed not words
For the dark shall rise as light
The fade will be a promise to be heard
For shadows are without night

And I started to listen distractedly
Hearing for what my eyes cannot see
A hallucinatory moment ever constantly
As I began to believe that of what cannot be

The instant my eyes close
My mind drew as suppose
Sketching a stand alone amid a world once seen
Of ranging fires to have had believed as a dream
And there I was... a lone figure enveloped in darkness
With crossing flames alight yet from a distance as useless
Left as I was before... I am to return as I am
Reliving once more this beginning with never the end
Thus did I continue my path away from the bloodshed
Carefully as one had hoped where a darker darkness be led
No more do I wonder what transported me here
To only know for certain I am riddled of constant fear

“Fear is a fire
To temper courage and resolve
Be it desire
To quench the thirst for one’s unfounded lost”

And there it was... words barely a whisper
Where it came from... no longer matters
For the intended vigor were already cast upon
Serving me with renewed purpose for a sense to belong
Before long, beyond doubts... my callings were clear
The source from where it first began was indeed here
Almost startled, I looked around knowing I’m blinded to see
Too dark as it was, had it not been a lighted green to be
And there it was... a single light beyond the almighty dark
That one greenish light to aid one’s lonesome heart
Rather peculiar for I haven’t notice it before
And naturally I am to walk towards the green grandeur
Flickering and wavy as I drew closer to my destination
Seeing finally for what appears to be the least of expectations
Astonishingly, it was a lantern where within was the sighted fire
And simply the fiery green alone ignites ever on in dire
Levitated in midair, it stands rigid with its haunting presence
With an aura more deserving then welcoming of essence
So mesmerized I was... I wanted to behold
That of warmth for perhaps deliverance from cold
A dare if not, if only, if I must
A flame to embrace, a curiosity to engulf
And surely... I lifted my hand with only a wanting touch
Surely but unknowingly... the flame itself is to parch
Sparkles of green eludes and transcends about
As well an aria, an ancient tune goes aloud
To only see to believe, perhaps my life to perceive
Yet the question being... what did I achieve?
Smoke arises... wavering, quivering, settling...
My time... misgiving, misguiding and misleading
And there he was... rather it be
A human?... isn’t to be I see

“A dark wanderer, perhaps a lone wanderer alone
Regardless... a stranger afar returning home
Have you the teachings bequeath upon you?
From a once being of a knight who knew
For he alone stands unnerve by another
Serving a purpose to hold true forever
The resemblance I see forth leaves me incertitude
Both as mortals... though only he remains in servitude
Yet... my appointment upon you is clear
I am to you drawn as you to me when you hear
Nevertheless, far too long were you of absence
And once more I am in honor to be in your presence
It never is clear what the heavens contrive
For this unsung war... humanities were birth to strive
Every one mortal given birth were forged for war
To ensure the survival of humanities and of peace to befall
For many years this bloodshed wages in dire
Almost as certainly, the spirits of men responsively tire
No more are there ideas nor hopes they are to see
Battling on for pure survival remains what leads them be
Your return however, will perhaps set the tides in our favor
Though I know not the intention, I do not disregard altogether
Do not let the reasons why you have returned cloud your mind
I ask of you rather to remember who you once were to define
The land of The Ancients is never a quest for truth to seek
Purely for good to triumph over evil is the only idea you will need
Prepare yourself well stranger, for good will always be in disguise
Treachery and deception as often will never in itself be a lie
The unforgiving way is still a long one I’m afraid
However well is Heaven to plan... evil as always will await
And until out time will once more cross between us
I assure you... your time in this world will outlast”

Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |


"Until an hour before the Devil fell..."
Yahweh and Lucifer got on so well,
God thought Archangels so beautiful,
God blessed each of you, so dutiful,
Lucifer, our light divine,
Now fallen angel, out of time,
Evil love, Prince of Darkness,
Diablo Mephistopheles, no less,
Sad to say, Beezlebub runs Hell,
But, Yahweh and Lucifer got along so well,
"Until an hour before the Devil fell...."

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Eternal Choice

Beyond the realms of human ken
is knowledge barred from most of men.
Some things that Mankind should not know
lest in their ignorance they sow
the darkest seeds of evil kind
to spread like cancer in man’s mind.

Beyond the realms of human thought
are things ignored and are not caught
by those who will not lend their mind
to capture all the good they find
that in the cosmos spreads around
to counter all the evil found.

This battle raging with Mankind
is part of lifetime’s daily grind
where good and evil stand in line
and seek out those on which to dine.
Armageddon, here on Earth
with Mankind tested for their worth.

Their final battle's never won
as every lifetime joins the fun,
while some will rise to meet this test
there’s many more join evil’s quest
to rule supreme in Devil’s claw
forsaking all deemed by God’s law.

Armageddon, Heaven and Hell,
which of these will cast its spell
to mould your life, and Mankind’s fate,
which one will you let through the gate.
…………….But be aware that win or lose
............it’s your eternity you choose!

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Center Will Not Hold

Yeats got it right--
the center will not hold.
We are falling apart and
know it not: what succor
will there be for the blind?

So evil plays out in furtive
hit and run, slaughtering
a movie theater, killing nine
in a church, rampaging 
through a kindergarten--but
their spirits are released to a 
world devoid of evil, hate,
while their killers have sadly
murdered their own souls,
damning them to a black
tormented darkness for
God knows how long.

Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Gin And Juice

 The gin and juice on my lips

What could be better than this?

Going around the cities like a homeless

Meeting some strangers, smokers, players

(Do you have a cigarette?

Yeah, of course, you naughty girl)

It’s so easy to be wrong and bad

If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Could you make me high and dope?

I’m too drunk to walk

So let’s have a ride in nightly cities

And the gin I had wasn’t that bad, so I had one more

He gave me 50 euros, so we gotta get drunk

What a badass

It’s time to leave my daddies

And forgot my shameless past

Maybe it’s time to get drunk

What about gin and juice?

It’s so easy to be wrong and bad

If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Could you make me high and dope?

I’m too drunk to walk

So let’s have a ride in nightly cities

Don’t wake me up

I don’t want to cry myself to sleep

I just want to say goodbye to Flora’s era

It’s so easy to be wrong and bad

If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Could you make me high and dope?

I’m too drunk to walk

So let’s have a ride in nightly cities

Copyright © Floral Flowers | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pastoral |

I have had enough

I'm tired of all the evil I'm seeing 
Daily I must remind myself 
Only I'm Christ do I 
Live move and have my being
Evil tries to tell me,how to think
What to say or what to do
What is my Savior 
For my life made
All things new
NYC I'm not your mama,you're hoe,or your boo
It was Jesus who sacrificed His
Life for yoo
Yet you grow violent 
In your hearts against Him too
I'm tired of you
Biggin up your gods that a pagan
When Jesus was God
Before all of His creations
Only He the God of Heaven not Satan
It's by Him alone
Where the faith of His followers 
Like me began

Copyright © Akilah Babb | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Its Forbidden, but so luscious, Its home, sinless and heavenly, Its mother, prohibited, yet tempting, Its blood-red venomous skin so crisp, Its body perfectly rounded and smooth, Its warm, juicy core ever so gushing, Its polished shine blinding our faith, Its earthly aroma sensational, Its nucleus fully fertilized. Seduced by its mysteries, our poisoned young minds Could not hold its hunger for wisdom and knowledge, Marching over its sacred grounds, Snapping them from their nurturer, And crushing mankind’s first promise.

Copyright © Pablo Silva | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |


LORD! We will be blessed with a heaven,
Where fountains of milk and honey will run!
Where no pain and tears will darken!
Where on desire, everything will be won!
Only around pleasure and beauty, but fear none!
Forever on, will dwell there immortally, yes unforgotten!
O Lord, but, I should adore this framed heaven,
These captive minds overlook a blessing; it’s a notion,                  
Ah this another life will free the soul from this dreading ocean, 
Where Fright of loss of a beloved won’t haunt me like a demon,
Where night won’t terrorize my soul of any misfortune,
Oh yes there would my soul rest with no fear frozen,
Will wear a smile when this disquieting concern will be abandon,
I say only this peace of heaven will make my heaven …heaven

Copyright © HINA NASIR | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Judgement Day

The Devil rose from Hades with a roll call in his hand,
the names he’d burned into his list, the worse throughout the land.
They’d lied and stole and cheated, and had cared not who they harmed
and now at last was Judgement Day, when evils souls were farmed.

For final retribution, an eternity in Hell,
the cost they now all had to pay, for a life in evil’s spell.
For evil breeds it’s family, with greed and hate and pain,
preparing all it’s followers for hell’s eternal flame.

The Devils face aglow with joy, for mankind now was ripe,
for very easy pickings for most were now his type.
At last the list carried by God was so lacking in names,
that now the Devil knew, at last, he’d won eternal flames.

When battles range in Heaven and Hell the winner gains control,
strengthened by the rightful claim on each related soul.
So whether good or evil, be prepared when you depart,
to spend eternal company with what’s really in your heart.

Ivor Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Archangel's Redemption

She leaned into the lips of death 
And took bread from his table
She walked hand in hand with him 
Until she fell unable 

She was soft and gentle 'nough 
What a flower bright was she 
Girl who turned away the night
So the day was loved by he

Winter came, by and by
Bleached meth upon the ground 
He saw her dance in frozen lace
Poor devil swooned as she went 'round

He played for her a fiddle's string
This gold-crown woman held 'im 
To her a fiend with the whitest of wings
For him a damned spirit's salvation 

Though the Demon was kind, tender
And gave love long and often
The king of death's ebony touch 
Built for her an ivory coffin 

So if you fear the devil dear
I beg you, pity him 
For he has cried so many tears
He lives inside the ocean

Copyright © kaelynn Jensen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |


I taught you care but I was wrong 
You really not the person I taught 
You were...sometimes I wondered what you 
Think of me...I asked myself a million questions
Only to find zero answers...

Why didn't I take the instructions...
I taught you were with me while I was just alone.
I was left with the shadow of you. I didn't realized 
That you left before time.
Didn't even say goodbye...even though i 
Knew that time will come.I was not ready.

We all had hope that sun will rise again
Bt never knew what the day after was holding for us
When it was time,we were not prepared
We even forget that the date it written
No one has the power to change it
It is said that date and time is unknown

You left me wondering,you left me asking 
Myself questions. Why you,Why now,Why here.
But the time was now & nothing was gonna change
It was suppose to end here.Right now.
If I could I would have asked to extend you time 
With mine. But we lived this life like this.

When it was time,it came as a surprise,shock 
And i brought fear and anxiety.
Eveyones Conscience was asking who's next?
If life was numbers I would count to infinite.
Do we cry for you?better we cry for ourselves
Why are we still here,what are we waiting for?
Death is uncontrollable human stealer

Copyright © Benedict Msawenkosi Khubeka | Year Posted 2016