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Details | Elegy |


I've trained for this. 
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the line-
I see them clearly now-
My wife, my child-
smiling, cheering
as they urge me
through the echoes
of feet smacking
through my 
tunneled view of
the victory line,
through my exhaustion,
through my pain.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in on my targets.
Thousands! There are many!
I can see them clearly now-
a woman, a child-
smiling, cheering
as I slip past
and drop my bags.
And now I am
through the 
smoke and through the
screams as runners push
toward the finish line
without legs.

I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the scene.
175, 176...
I see them clearly now-
the woman, the child-
lifeless, bleeding
as they urge me
through echoes 
of feet smacking
through my
tunneled view of 
torment and death and
I can do nothing but
hold their hand.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.


Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within


As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


You ask, Do I believe in miracles? Have I seen healing outside the Bible?
Is the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit accessible –
To me and you, beyond the Book of Acts, after Pentecost -
Is the age of signs and wonders gone with John the Baptist?
I have seen the worst of human hearts and the best
(The worst from the so-called best; the best from the pagans and communists)
My answer juxtaposes America’s Lincoln-era Civil War with other uncivil wars;
Fast forward to India-Pakistan, now Afghanistan, Iraq, Sri Lanka, Syria!
Hell of civil & uncivil wars;miracles might have saved these & Libya

Yes, I lived a miracle in South Africa myself (Glory to God!)
When a whole nation was freed from a taste of holocaust
A taste of Nazism pitted against so-called communism
South Africa was led by a black “communist” into love,
Into agape-love, forgiving love, Truth and Reconciliation
Yes, Rolihlahla Mandela (Beloved Madiba) was Christ’s man
Not what you & I expected.Leading journalists called him terrorist
Yet he rebuilt a democracy on guilt of tycoons & bones of patriots
Black, for the most part, but patriots who loved as American patriots love
On the ruins of apartheid & segregation, I saw history
On the coattails of Mandela; joined him at Union Buildings
Dined with ambassadors, helped train other officers
When apartheid had said, “You are black ... nothing:
We are the Chosen people in this wilderness”
Yes, sadly, they quoted the Bible (“knew” Jesus Christ)
I lived a miracle, thanks to Christians & others, for apartheid is dead
A new South Africa still battles the demons of lust, hate, greed 

My daughter spoke two languages at age seven
(was learning yet another: her teachers showed their true colors)
“Special Education, non-academic stream!” they said
Faith as an angry volcano said “No, I rebuke such words”
Ayanda is my American Sign Language teacher
Jesus knew better: college material, not dead-end special education
Yes, I have laid hands & spoken life since Pentecost
Yes, Beloved, Holy Spirit power - dunamis - is gifted us
Jesus said, “Unless I go, the Holy Spirit will not come”
Not inferior to Jesus, our Trinity is co-equal, co-eternal
I shall not leave you orphans, said He
We have The Paracletos, the Helper, "allos paracletos,"
"Another helper of the same kind” - Hallelujah! Believe this!
The same power that resurrected Jesus indwells each believer
Walk in the Holy Spirit's power & show Jesus to others!
He loves Egypt & U, Gentiles & Jew
4/19/17.Long Live My King Yeshua

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |

Take America Back

One of many, a new world order, each day my minds eye sees another shade colder. The stars and the stripes mean a lot in my heart, the founding fathers message, why’d it have to depart? When tyranny strikes this land, in the guise of enemies overseas, the grand scam was planned, our true role in the middle east. They said rebellion to tyranny is obedience to god, repeating the term tyranny as if to foreshadow a facade. 

We fund the terrorists right? Then they turn their backs on us, same thing happened with Saddam, the bubble surely busts. Brought him up on a rope, then hung him with the same, our flag should be all red, that’s the color we have stained. Liberty won’t last, unless the knowledge spreads like fire, we’re past that stage already, plan unfolding they conspired.

Trading liberty for security, simply doesn’t work, for we end up losing both, behind the masks they sit and smirk. Sermons written by a man, god’s will never inked, for what was written could’ve been contorted by a shrink; a racist or a murderer, could have written anything. Yet questioning is out of the question, so falsehood we will cling. The day our minds awaken as one, the liberty bells will ring!

Take our America back, before it’s far too late, tyranny is lurking, through deception guides their traits. Whoever issues currency, controls the state as well, writing all the rules of the road, we’re lodged to buy and sell. Snatch the rights from our hands, for the private and elite, everything and the shirt on our back, even how we speak. Guns will kill a man, though a system thats deceives, will rob the world of substance, stripping love to leave light thieved.

A government so vast, they could grant your every wish, then feed you till you overflow, still you don’t know how to fish. Could grab it back at any time, don’t believe me just you wait, trampling the constitution, truly seals our fate. You call it patriotism, I say that it’s a veil, want to know where the blood is shed? Just follow the paper trail. Liberty once lost is truly gone forever, so with speed we need to plant the seeds to restore; to solve this grand endeavor! 

Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

Costly Rights

There once was a much-desired piece of real estate nearby the estate of a king.
The property was coveted by the king and owned by a subject in his domain.
The king offered the above mentioned landowner a fair price, but he promptly refused to sell.

The use of eminent domain laws is said to have originated in the early 1700’s;
but this story took place hundreds of years before Christ.   It refers to an evil king of a Middle Eastern country.

In a democratic republic, many  properties are often secured by eminent domain.
In the above mentioned kingdom, the citizens also had rights to be honored.
The king was known to be evil, but even he deferred to the citizen’s property rights.

Though a king may be evil, he need not seek to do everything evil. So the king went home very sad, because he sincerely wanted that property.  He said it was close to his estate, and owning it would allow him to expand his garden.
Nevertheless, it was not to be.   That is, until the king’s wife got word of it.                                                        

The queen soon noticed the dejected and disappointing demeanor of the king.
Upon learning about her husband’s dilemma, the queen promptly resolved the king’s problem without further questions.  The queen devised a lying and evil plot, and in short order, she had the man killed.  She then confiscated his property and handed it over to her husband the king.  The property owner had bravely exercised his right to sell or not sell to the king; but it cost him his life.  Yes, the king had a reputation for being evil; but his wife the queen was far  more evil than the king.

The exercise of our rights can be costly, and may even demand the ultimate price.  However, the pain is greater, and the wounds are deeper, whether inflicted by the state government or by people, if rights are ignored.  The evils of a State, whether it be a kingdom or republic, can only persist if the good people of the state do nothing.  When good people are silent, the state is at great risks of doing evil.  But when good people are vocal and prayerful, the state does good and serves them, because they exercise their rights.  ‘The Good’ can only be realized as good people rise from their seats of apathy.  Good people can only see and combat evils as they raise their heads from the sands of indifference. 
 cj 07232015 PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Political Verse |


Terror in its darkest form,
Filling skies with smoke.
Today, our vengeance has been born;
Our wrath, destruction woke.

Quiet rage is growing bold.
Devastation - great.
They say revenge is best served cold,
So difficult to wait.

Questions many, answers none;
Horror in our eyes.
Debris and smoke block out the sun.
The streets echo our cries.

Never in our wildest dreams,
Safety compromised.
We clutch our hearts amidst the screams,
The nightmare realized.

(Attack on the World Trade Center - September 11th, 2001)

Copyright © Cherie Fleming | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose |

Inertia, Not An Option

Inertia: Not An Option

Free will demands choice.
Sometimes, our choices are choices of evil.
Choice compels decision.

Not all choices are created equal.
We have to be responsible, because
We have been called upon to act.

We must therefore pray;
Then  choose;
Then decide;
Then act.

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016