Barking dogs echo beyond the doors of the pitch black night.Mysteries of the anxious dark buried deep in the heart of villains playing rock and roll at the poker table, coughing and spitting, feasting and dining while maliciously mocking John the Baptist severed head. A fleet of fancy boats whose interiors were fashioned with gold crept upon the surface of the shores with glamorous lights all around them. Business men dressed in fine tailor made suits with ruffian body guard at their sides,delight themselves with fine whisky, puffing gigantic Cuban cigar while being entertained by pricy and sophisticated women whose ornament worth a million.I saw the entire night unfold in front of my eyes, the night whose blatant sins speaks to the heart and soul of the heartless and formidable town. A town whose lawlessness expands beyond the pyramid of time mesmerizing the weak, crusading in the streets, milking the hands of strangers and making bawdy deal with friends and partners. I sat up in my car seat and witnessed the mysteries of the privilege night searching the hearts of evil men trampling upon their own misery and laughing at their own fantasy. The night wrapped up with innocence made ugly by villains cruising beneath the ship’s hold swearing and cussing, forcing the weak to carryout merciless act of madness. The crescent shaped moon positioned over my head prayed with me quietly and the smiling stars uttered songs of praise reminded me that God is around and he is in control. This was perhaps one of the longest nights; a night dominated by many unexplainable circumstances. I followed the puzzle all the way through in search of the ultimate truth.The naked trees caught up in the melodrama, stripped of all their summer pleasure stood tall while trying to hold their composure. I heard them moaning in despair at the sudden arrival of winter flair.I sat up the entire night looking at the naked trees in the dark, leaves peeling away from giant trees, bushes drying up in dismay,exposing everything that was hidden in the valley of the great deep. Aged old trees languishing their age looked at the universe lamenting their daunting years. I watched the sun immerges from behind them,its view overshadowed by dried up bushes but it forcefully made its way from behind the shrub sending warm rays of light
dancing around me.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2014
Twinkle, twinkle little star
The Star of Bethlehem--that's what you are!
Shepherds watching their sheep in the field
Saw angels on high announcing Christ's birth
The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son
So they followed The Star to worship The Son
Not only the shepherds--but The Three Wise Men--The Magi--from lands near and far
From Asia, from Europe and from Africa said--"Let's find the long-awaited for Messiah!"
And gifts of gold, frankincense and mhyrrh did they bring
To The Christ Child, Our Saviour, The Baby King
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
I wonder where You are?!
Said Herod--the evil king--to his sorcerers
Where is The One--The Jewish people call their deliver?!
The evil magicians replied--"We don't know but we know who does--The Three Wise Men--
and the sheperds in the field!"
So just to be on the safe side--King Herod had all the male babies under two killed!
When this didn't work--Herod called on The Three Wise Men
For he wanted to commit another greivous sin!
"Tell me--my dear men--where is The Deliverer?!
Me and my sorcerers want to bring gifts to God's Son--lied king Herod--with an evil grin!"
The Three Wise Men--knowing the king's evil intent
Sent the king on a wild goose chase
Meanwhile--Joseph--being warned in a dream--took his royal family to Egypt--on the run
To protect The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son!
So you see--my children--Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star--is not just a childhood story
and children's rhyme
It is the story of The Christ Child--The Greatest Story of all time!
Copyright © Pamela Modlin | Year Posted 2005
I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
God...give me the strength to stand
up against this evil tide.
May I be a Christ-like example
for God's "winning side."
Standing up for what is right
is often hard to do.
I must do it God...if I'm going
to be a follower of YOU!
You're an awesome God who
knows each person's heart.
But, so much of our moral fabric
has been "ripped apart."
God looks down from heaven and sees
our wickedness and shame.
As so many have ignored his word
and cursed his HOLY name.
Jesus--what must I do to reach
this lost and dying nation?
As a wave of evil spreads and
destroys your creation?
I must tell others of your grace
and redemptive power.
I must act quickly.
with each passing hour!
His judgement is coming.
Make no mistake.
It's time to receive his salvation..
.the hour's growing late!
As our nation needs a mighty
Holy Ghost delivering.
Help me to help others to be
ready for Christ' appearing!
One day soon, Jesus Christ
is coming again!
Even so Lord Jesus...
come quickly... Yes and Amen!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away...
And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch; and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...
No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...
Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...
And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me: the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time
Has ever railed any accusation
Against God with reason or with its rhyme
For earth’s travails, there’s no gratulation
In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt
Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt
With the prince of the power of the air
Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif
Of the kings and rulers everywhere,
Orchestrating casualties and grief,
Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath
In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath,
For he was cut down; falling to the ground
He drew the third of the stars of Heaven
With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound
Within his chaos until day seven
When God had made good that void with form and
On the day before gave man its command.
Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle
To steal the crown to be god of this world,
But his time’s cut short since God’s rebuttal;
So he takes out his vengence, and it’s hurled
At those who have no law and make no pledge,
At overcomers gaurded with a hedge;
The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force,
But God only good, is without the blame
When Father tells Mother to take this course;
Since the gods follow evil to the flame,
The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed,
And God is the One most often blasphemed.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
Once, on a night so dark that even the owl could not see,
There came to be,
An evil entity.
It was so evil in fact,
That not even the night could hold it back.
The night tried and tried it did,
But entrance to the land was finally bid.
So evil romped and stomped across the place,
And it would not be erased.
The people fought and battled,
But it continued to eat the cattle.
It consumed the stock and the place,
The people had not the time to pace.
Now the evils belly was filled,
And the valley of Hallowed Een was tilled.
This is the story we all celebrate,
On October 31, when open is the gate.
Copyright © barry weatherford | Year Posted 2007